Surrounded By Darkness
February 13, 2012
Hannah was captured and who knew where. Ethan lay unconscious on the ground, just inches from death. I was encased in stone up to my neck and had to watch in horror as the Darcarre leader Edgar slipped the Consciousness Crown over his head.
Then fell to one knee groaning. “Oh by the Darkness, there are so many. How could there be so many?”
I struggled against the stone that held me. By any rights my mystic strength should have run dry long ago, but it had been fed when I wore the crown. Reaching down, into my Stalwart essence, I realized that not only had wearing the crown granted me almost unlimited Ki while I wore it, but it had also recharged my well of Ki. I was at full strength, but I still wasn’t sure how much it would matter with both my friends out of the battle and with me facing a powerful Darcarre with nearly unlimited Magickal resources.
The only thing I did know would be that the faster I acted, the better my chances would be. So I quickly enacted my most powerful Yig spell and passed through the stone, and once free, toppled to the floor of the forest. With my hand touching the Earth, I let out a snarl and used my power of Yig, my Earth Magick, to force a pillar of earth to reach up out of the ground and encase Edgar.
This startled the other Darcarre enough, that I had time to snatch up Ethan and throw him over my shoulder. I turned to run, but cried out in agony when a six inch wide laser blast from the last remaining Migo’s oblong pistol struck me in the ribs. I almost lost my footing on the wet leaves, but continued my run and only then realized that I didn’t have any weapons to speak of.
“Flippin great,” was followed by, “Screw it,” as I created a long sliver of stone in my hand. This I threw with all my strength aiming at the thing’s freakish laser. I missed but hit its tentacle that it was suspended from and that was enough to spoil its aim as I dashed through the trees. With a yell, The Darcarre snapped out of their daze and took up the pursuit.
I was burning through my Ki faster a bipolar’s money in a casino, but I healed myself and then figured I should heal Ethan too.
He started moaning as his body slammed up and down on my shoulder. “Oh man, what the hell?”
“You don’t want to know.”
I heard a loud roar from behind me, which could only me one thing—Edgar had freed himself. The Migo was no where to be seen, but the ten Darcarre were still on my trail. A few of them tossed their Black Veins Bestows at me, but luckily they were inexperienced and I was protected enough that I just felt a few strings.
We were still a good distance from the makeshift camp when I saw the possessed Coloradoans start to march out of the small cabins like three hundred zombies. I stopped long enough for Ethan to hop to the ground. We looked up and saw a hysterical Edgar laughing down at us from the back of a Migo.
Ethan was clutching his left arm as he looked at the trouble coming at us from every direction. “You’re right I didn’t want to know.”