January 31, 2011
I was falling to my death.
Thoughts, such as trying to land my serpent self on a Darcarre’s body, tore through my mind. But even if some miracle happened and I wasn’t killed, I’d be all but dead and at the bottom of the cliff face, helpless to stop the ritual that was about to destroy the world and plunge it into an Apocalypse of never-ending darkness.
I clenched my fangs as the ground rushed up to met me. This was going to be nasty.
Then, quite suddenly, talons were raking at me. At first, I thought it was an attack and wondered why anything would bother, but then I felt myself being lifted. Gazing up, I saw that a falcon of some kind had a grip on me and was trying to gain altitude.
Ohhhh, Hail Yig!!!!!!!!
I was still in the game.
I must have been heavy for the little guy; for he was struggling to get me back up to the top of the cliff face and we had a long way to go. Another frustrating thing was that since snakes are deaf, I really had no clue as to what was happening up there. I could only wait as the falcon beat his wings as quickly as he could.
We were getting closer. I’d seen a couple men topple over the side and a few stray weapons had whizzed past us. My frustration grew and being a snake had never been such an obstacle.
When at last we rose above the cliff face, it still took agonizingly too long for us to climb above the fray. Then, I could at last see the battle below, and I wasn’t pleased.
Of my allies there was no sign and the few remaining Splinter Darcarre seemed to be in full retreat. From the looks of things, my compatriots may have killed a good two thirds of our enemy, but that wasn’t enough and a good eighty or so Dark Alliance Xemmoni still polluted the holy ground of the Anasazi.
Then I saw a yellow flash and my worst fears were made flesh.
Edgar was chanting below me and on the pedestal, that so recently held my bound form, was Hannah.
The falcon didn’t need to be told what to do. It was already starting to circle its master. I got ready. Then, after a deep breath, I began to transform. It didn’t take long for the falcon to loss its grip and for the second time that night as was plummeting, although this time, I knew how I was going to break my fall.
January 10, 2011
I still had the executioner’s oversized sword and I began to hack into the Darcarre, even as Hell broke out on either side of the encampment. Hannah and Ethan were blasting the Xemmoni with their light and fire attacks while, what was most likely Ellis, was leading a crash, of three black vans, straight into their ranks.
Somewhat surprisingly, Klich and Ink remained true to their word and were assaulting the Dark Alliance from the north. Since most of their Bestows didn’t work on other members of their Xemmoni species, it looked like there were making a physical assault on the backs of the Alliance’s ranks and the clash of weapons rang like thunder in the still night.
The Darcarre were surrounded, in some respects, but we were still out numbered nearly ten to one and the real issue was my personal safety. Or at least for me it was the real issue.
I had already cut down two Darcarre and tossed another over the cliff, when their horrid Black Vein Bestows began to slam into me. My fortitude of Yig was the only thing that kept me from perishing instantly. As it was, threads of darkness traveled over my skin. Where they grew thicker, they actually bust open tearing through my flesh and bringing forth waves of agony.
I wavered, but when two more Darcarre rushed me, one lost a head while the other joined his fellows in the growing pile of bodies at the base of the cliff.
Then Edgar’s voice rang out. “Fools, we need him alive to complete the ritual, cease your Magicks!”
The Darcarre seemed uncertain. No one wanted to be the first to charge at me and my gore covered sword. In the distance, the chaos of battle ruled the night.
“Cowards,” Edgar screamed and then once again the black tendrils of his ensnarement Bestow began to close around me. With an angry roar, I slashed at them, cutting the black ribbons and any Darcarre foolish enough to move within reach. But there were too many and soon I was being overwhelmed.
Edgar drew closer and his men began to dare to approach. “The dead moon will soon rise and none of your paltry efforts will matter in the slightest. Any of your allies both light and dark will be swept away as soon as your blood is spilt!”
“Well in that case…” I began to say, but I was already transforming. The dark tentacles tried to constrict, but found themselves grasping empty air as my body shrunk smaller and smaller and my arms and legs disappeared.
“What is happening?” one of the Darcarre yelled.
“He’s become a snake, you idiot. Now grab him before…”
But it was too late for them. If it cost me my own life to save the Earth, so be it. Without a backwards glance, I shot my serpentine body over the edge of the cliff and began to plunge toward the rocks below.
Yig be praised.
January 3, 2011
Edgar’s black tendrils tightened their coils around every inch of my body. As I lay there on the altar, unable to move and surrounded by hundreds of Xemmoni, even my crafty mind was having a difficult time figuring out how I was going to get out of this one. The thing was, if I didn’t figure out how to escape it wouldn’t much matter because I would be as doomed as the rest of the world when the Darcarre’s ritual was completed.
However, since they needed to sacrifice me to finish their horrid Bestow, I supposed I’d be the first to go.
A giant Darcarre, wielding an even bigger sword, addressed Edgar in a voice that sounded like a boulder being pulled from tar. “When do I get to chop him, boss?”
“Silence fool. It has to be after the Moon rises between the twin peaks of Chimney Rock or the whole spell will be useless.”
Edgar went on to fiddle with a few ingredients. He mumbled to himself and then splashed a glass of cold blood into my face. I silently steamed and I continued to fight against my ebony bonds. These guys were really starting to tick me off.
The minutes dragged by with little changes. I heard the constant murmur of the waiting crowd and wondered where my allies were. Shouldn’t they be making some attempt to attack there scum by now? Hannah and Ethan were on the south side of the mountain, while Klich, Ink, and the Splinter Darcarre were on the north. Sure they were helplessly outnumbered, but since the alternative was the death of the world as we knew it, wouldn’t it be better to try something, instead of…
Wait. I sensed a disturbance and then I noticed a blinding light.
All around me the Darcarre began to hiss and cover their eyes. Then birds were everywhere laying into them. Some were the size of eagles, while others were tiny sparrows, but regardless of size they were flying into the Xemmoni with a fierce rage. The Xemmoni were thrown into chaos, but it didn’t last long. Waves of darkness flew out against the flocks and they dropped the birds by the dozens. Any loss of animal life dug at me and I would have cursed if I wasn’t gagged by the tentacles of inky darkness.
Then the pinnacle of stone that held me and the Darcarre elite was hit by a blast of holy light. They screamed and howled, but more importantly my binds began to dissipate.
“He will escape master. Should we slay him?”
“By the darkest pits of the Abyss, no! It’s still too soon, but make sure he can’t escape.”
“I think it’s too late for that,” I growled and with a kick to the knuckles, I sent the big lug’s sword flying out of his hand. Lunching to me feet, I caught the sword as it fell and then a second kick sent their executioner tumbled off the cliff face with a long drawn out wail.
“Alright you dogs, let’s see how well you do against a freed man of Yig!” I called out. Still, despite of my monstrous boast, the Darcarre turned towards me as smoke poured off their bodies.
Great one down, two hundred to go.