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Author: Bernie77
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CHAPTER 4
"STOP THIS!!!" Sinogra yelled. Yet the vision continued on without intruption, atleast not from him. If this is a true dream, then my will should stop this vision, he thought to himself. He concentrated, with in his own thoughts tryed to bring himself out of this past into something, less violent. Alas, it did not work. The vision still played out as it did 600 hundered years ago. The fight between Varackus and Dracna Argonis, raged on. I have to wake myself to rid this vision, but how, he questioned himself.
"My child," Another voice made its presence, a voice that was not part of the this past, "Patientance. The answer will come in due time."
"Who is this?!?!" demanded the wizard.
"You will know soon enough," the voice replied, "however, now I want you to just stay quiet and observe."
"Observe what? I know the outcome of this. I need not sit here and reminance this point of my life. The gods know I have done it enough times."
"I know my child. So one more time will not kill you." the voice made a small chuckle
"Who ever this is, I assure you that this is no laughing matter. This is an invasion of my private thoughts."
There was no further reply to Sinogra. Whoever has the wizard here must either find this amusing or may just serve a purpose of some sort. Either way, Sinogra can't get out of it. The High-Elf has no other choice but to be at the mercy of the mystrious presence with in his mind.
"Fine," Sinogra finally replied, "I will play your little game, but I will find out who you are and I will make you pay for putting through this misery."
"As if you had a choice my child. Now watch and remember. Besides this is the best part." the voice made soft laugh once again.
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The battle harden warriors thrusted their weapons against one another. Even though the mallet that Varackus posessed was large and heavy, the Sarnak had no difficulty weilding the awesome weapon. With each swing of the weapon it was met with Dracna Argonis's own blade, crafted from the finest metal of all of Kunark and constructed by Cabilis's most expert blacksmith. Varackus anger drove him to take the offensive in the fight, Dracna responed in the defensive. Even though Dracna was regarded to be one of the strongest among all other warriors in the Iksar Empire, his strength was far less that of Varackus power. With each counter by the Sarnaks blows, the Iksar warrior strength was waning a bit. The only thing that Dracna can relay on his agility and cunningness. Varackus, swung to the left side of the Iksar, but the impact of the great hammer was blocked by Argonis's shield. With one motion, Dracna use the shield to force the mallet to down to the ground, leaving Varackus's left side wide open. Dracna siezed the oppurtunity and lunged his sword stright foward, cutting the huge Sarnak.
Varackus's screamed in pain for the sword had sliced open a deep wound on his left abdomen, under the creatures ribs. His right hand, still grasping the end of his weapon, though is left hand drew upward and made contact with the Iksar's face, back handing the lizard. For a moment, Dracna heard nothing but the high pitch whining with his ears. Then suddenly, the Iksar felt Varackus grabbing him by the neck was lifted upward off the ground. Dracna's air supply was cut off, he was gasping for air. He again tryed to lunge the sword at his assalient, but he'd missed. Varackus leaned in closer to the Iksar and opened his mouth wide and proceed to bite down on Dracna's left shoulder. He howled loudly at the pain. The shield that Dracna had on his left arm slipped off and onto the ground. Dracna tried with every effort he can muster to swing and lunge his sword at the Sarnak but with the lose of air and the pain on his left shoulder made a useless attempt. The warrior had to act fast, he will be standing tall in front of his god Cazic-Thule soon. Without another moment passed raised his sword up over his head, and trusted downward, hilt first into Varackus left eye. The Sarnak Warrior loosen his grip around Dracna's neck, and screamed in pain, in turn letting letting go of the Iksar's shoulder.
Dracna fell to the ground. As he impacted the dirt and rock below him, his hand let loose the Iksar's weapon. The Iksar warrior began to cough and wheezed for air. Varackus was in no better shape, as he had both his hands covering the hole where his left eye was once placed. Blood spewed out from between his scales fingers. He then turned to his foe, the pain became fuel for anger. Once again he grasped the Mallet, while his left still held its place upon the missing eye that Dracna had given him. Before he could lift the mallet off the ground, Dracna charged and tackled the beast to the ground, proceed to give Varackus an onslaught of punches. Varackus then kicked to warrior with his powerful legs off of him. Both of the warriors slowly stood up facing eachother. Now it was hand to hand combat, no weapons, just there fist, claws, and thier jagged tails. The two of them brawled, exchange punches and kicks to each of their extremeties. Then both of them clashed upon one another and wrestled down to the ground. Neither one of them seemed to have the upper hand in this duel.
Suddenly, Varackus whiped his long spiney tail across the Iksar's face, blinding him for a moment, but that all Varackus need to pin his opponent down to the ground. Now Varackus hand the upper hand as his legs began to crush into Dracna's midsection. The Sarnak drove his claws into the bicips of the iksar while forcing his arms to stay on the ground. Dracna was trapped underneth the monstrous Sarnak.
"Now your in a very unsatisfactory perdicament Argonis," tuanted Varackus.
Dracna said nothing but continued to struggle, but it was useless.
"I will forever burn this image of you in my memories," the Sarnak continued, "My son's honor will finally be restored and I shall wear your skull as my new helm. And with the helm will be the last thing your puny son will see before I tear him apart." With that Varackus opened his mouth wide and went down onto Dracna's head. In that split second, the Iksar was able to raise his own leg over and around to where he was able to wrap them around the Sarnak's waist. Using his tail to push upward, Dracna not only was able to break free from Varackus, but he was able to fling into the air. Varackus slid across the ground from his short flight front first. As he tried to pick himself, Dracna immediately jump on the back of the beast wrapping his arms around it's neck in a head lock. He held on tight and slowly twisted Varackus head to the right. Varackus did nothing but reach behind and claw at his enemy. It was no use for his claws could not penatrate the hard metal that was the Iksar's armor. The large Sarnak got up on his feet, yet Dracna still slowly kept twisting the beast's neck.
A crack was heard.
Varackus only good eye widen at the pain.
Another crack
Varackus thrusted himself backwards to ground with the hopes that it will knocked the wind out of the Iksar, but it didn't help him
A Huge cracking sound filled the air.
Varackus didn't feel pain anymore, atleast not from his extremitities, and his world slowly fell dark and cold.
The Sarnak's finally fell limp and lifeless, atleast to Dracna's approval. The fight was over. The victor got out from under the his fallen foe and collected himself, catching his breath. He'd then collected his shield and placed it back on his arm. He realized that the fight between him and Varackus had taken him far from where his raid party was at. They were still an earshot away, the sounds of weapons clashing filled the soundless sky. He began to look for his sword, when he had heard something russling within the nearby bushes. He looked closely into them and saw two light blue eyes staring back at him. With a quickness tore the bushes away only to find the whelp that Varackus was chasing before their duel began.
The boy welped. He was frightened. Dracna stood there staring at the young one. At first he wondered what this child was doing in the company of thier enemies. Why they had kept this one alive. Dracna saw the flare off in the distance while scouting around the Emerald jungle early this morning. He and is raid troops witness the Sarnaks ambush of the invaders ship, they had been following them since to ambush them and take what ever loot they stole. But why keep this pointy ear child alive.
The boy took his hands from his eyes and looked up at the Iksar. Dracna was not sure what to do with one. At a certain point he'd almost could careless, they were here for the loot, nothing more. Then the boy point at him.
"MONSTER!" the boy yelled, but to Dracna it was gibberish, then he realized that the boy wasn't pointing at him, but passed him.
Without looking behind him, Dracna grabbed the boy by his bounded wrist and lept off to the right. The boy landed on his backside and started to cry. Dracna didn't pay any attention to him for the moment, his attention was onto the what the boy was yelling at. It was Varackus. He didn't die, he just played dead, "Damn Fiegn Death!!!" he complained. Oldest trick in the book to get your attacker off of you, to fake your death.
Varackus was still weak, but not weak enough to where he couldn't wield his mallet once again. The Sarnack swung at the Iksar that was now on the ground with nothing more than just a shield. The Mallet dropped down hard onto the sheild. The impact caused the shield to crack, Dracna knew the shield couldn't stand another blow such as that. Again the Iksar warrior tryed to get up from the ground but the Sarnak swung again this time completely cracking the shield in half. The shield is now useless to him. Varackus drew his mallet high above his head and brought down with a quickness. Dracna, now taking all the what is left of his damage shield off of him was quick enough move away from the mallets thunderous pounds. Then another strike came down from the Sarnak, this time it landed onto Dracna's left hand, crushing every bone in it. The growl of pain echoed out in the open. The growl then was cut short by Varackus swift kick into Dracna's face by his clawed foot.
Varackus then placed his foot onto the Iksar's chest and look directly at him, "I was wrong... This is the memory I want to stay with me till the end of my days. You under my foot."
With that, he then lifted the mallet one last time over his head to get ready to plow it down on the iksar head, much like the High-Elf he had killed earlier that today. The boy still whimpering on the ground saw it being replayed again, only it was the lizard man that was going to die. But something caught is eye at the infront of his feet, the Lizard man's sword. Without hesitation, the boy yelled, "HERE! HERE!" He kicked the sword towards the two. Dracna, again not understanding the boy looked at what he was yelling at, then saw his sword pushed toward him. He had then took a grasp at the hilt with his right hand, the only good hand he has. In the next second, he swung his sword at the ankle of the foot that was hold him down while the Sarnak was momentarly distaracted by the boy's giberish screams. The sword made clean cut through the beast's ankle, severing the foot off. Varackus once again screeched like he never had before. The mallet fell behind him, and Varackus fell to his knees screaming in pain.
Dracna got up again with his sword in hand, "Give my regards to your son." In one movement, he thrusted the blade through the Sarnack's neck and throat. The ear peircing screech ended only to be replaced by a sickening gurgling sound desperately gasping for whatever air it can get. Dracna was about to pull the sword straight out for the Sarnak's throat, however he decided to do something allittle different. He ran the sword not straight out, but push it out through the right side of the beast's neck. Varackus head bobbed side to side for a moment then it shifted towards the left, exposing the insides of his neck with blood gushing out into the air. Finally, Varackus lifeless body, his real lifeless body fell to the ground, blood still pouring out into the ground. Varackus was now without a doubt dead. Dracna finally had a sigh of relief. He then tended to his broken hand and bounded it with some bandages he had had with him and wrapped it tightly, despite the immense pain he had felt. The warrior hopes that the pain will finally dull out before they went home to Cabilis.
"Lord Argonis," One of the other Iksar called out to him.
"What is it trooper," Dracna replied.
"Most of the Sarnak party are dead, the rest just fled towards the mountain." the trooper reported.
"Humpmm, cowards." Dracna chuckled, "How many casualties?"
"Out of nineteen, five dead, and six injured but not fatal."
"Very well. Tell the rest to gather what they can, but leave a huge portion for the Emperor."
"As you command," the trooper saluted then head to the rest of the Iksar party. Suddenly, the boy screamed and cried. Dracna turn around to find the boy suspened in the air by the collar of his cloths. A robed Iksar with dark eyes held the boy and he examined him as a fishermen would with his catch.
"I see that armor, weapons, and jewlery were not the only thing that these Sarnaks took with them," The robed Iksar commented.
"I wonder what use they would had for the is child," Dracna said.
"It is rumored that thier Queen has a taste for young pointy ear childeren for desert. This one is just meer foodstuff for them, but I myself see a great oppurtunity to finally study the anatomy of these invaders." A bit of laughter came out of the robed one.
"Consider the oppurtunity voided Skassris, I am claiming this child." Dracna took grabbed the boy brought him back onto the ground.
Skassris looked at Dracna in disbelief, "You can not deny my claim. It is a breach of our agreement, its is my right to claim what I want out of this raid. And I want this child."
Dracna turned to Skassris, "As the Leader of this raid, I can deny you anything, including this boy. Its the right of the leader, that to is the agreement we had set out on."
Skassris growled at Dracna, "What need to do you have for this child, I can't imagine you wanting to have him for your dinner. This creature is of no use to you. Where as for me, the things I could learn will benifit the our people. I demand my claim!!"
Dracna grabed the front collar of Skassris robe, "YOU ARE NO POSITION TO DEMAND ANYTHING FROM ME NECRO!! WHAT I DO WITH THIS CREATURE.... THIS CHILD IS NOT YOUR CONCERN!!!" Then the warrior drop the Necromancer onto the ground on his back tail. Dracna then with is right hand on the boy's shoulder left the area the boy at his side.
Skassris yelled, "THIS ISN'T OVER ARGONIS!!!! I WILL TAKE THIS MATTER WITH WAR BARON EATOR!!! HE WILL SEE IT MY WAY I CAN ASSURE YOU OF THAT!!!"
Dracna then whispered to himself as continued walking away with the boy, "We will see."
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The scene of the vision started to get brighter with each passing second.
"What now?!?!" exclaimed Sinogra.
"Time is short my child, you have to return." the voice said
"Answer me this before I go, what is was the point in all this??"
The voice did not answer him. The vision became more brighter to the point where Sinogra wished that he had eyelids to close in this form.
"ANSWER ME!!!" Sinogra shouted, "WHAT ARE TRING TO TELL ME!!!"
"There isn't much time. Know that all will be answered when you return here."
"I'M NOT COMING BACK TILL YOU TELL ME."
"You have no choice, you will be here, soon. I promise you that there is a reason for all and it will be explain to you in great detail. That i can promise. Now go my child, you time here now has ended." the voice said.
The whole vision became nothing more than just one huge blinding light. Then Sinogra finally realized that he wasn't going to get answer from who ever it is that has brought him here. Suddenly, the High-Elf started to feel pain and his body began to feel drained and worn. What is going on, he thought to himself. Whats happening now? All of a sudden, it dawned on him as to what was happening to him. He was waking up.
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