Short Stories And Fan Fiction From A Gamer

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Author’s thoughts are penned before the start of each entry.

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Louis

Ahngrim made sure he was in a conscious state, even biting his own tongue – he wanted to assure himself that the man who stood meters away from him was his master.

“Save the chatter for the afterlife boy, it’s time for your blade to have a taste of its master’s blood” A sharp piercing cackle was let out; it was as if Zephrius had taken on the avatar of a demon.

The shiny crimson blade stared at Ahngrim’s gold auburn eyes, reflecting off the very evil and insanity of his master. Without warning, the enraged man charged at him with speed equivalent to that of light. It was much different this time; Ahngrim had never felt anything like this before. An unspeakable aura was pulsating through Zephrius, something truly out of this world. Shocked and uncertain to what was going on, Kaitlin could only retrace back a few steps and behold as both men’s blades clashed with much ferocity.

The two blades met with a mighty impact, resulting in a hellish screech. Ahngrim gritted his teeth, trying to overpower Zephrius’s sword with his strained blade. Zephrius on the other hand let out a cheeky grimace, licking the very blood off his blade while their blades were at stand-still. Vicious sparks leaped off both blades, occasionally searing Ahngrim’s iron-clad gauntlets.

“You make me sick; you’re not the man I once knew…” His words were bundled with absolute disgust and horrification.

A mere shove from Sciilatia and Ahngrim found himself driven several meters back, trying to maintain a foothold with each step back. The power struggle of blades was finally put to an end. Ahngrim had no choice but to continue defending himself from the inhumanly barrage of assaults as his master went on the offence once again. He was still oblivious as to what his master’s true intentions were – or not. Hell, he came to a realization that in actual fact, the presence of his master pulsated something of the ungodly, silencing his thoughts throughout their battle.

“Now now, let me wipe that pathetic and doubtful look off your face. Let me tell you a story boy, a story of power and greed. I believe that you already know about my true heritage – as that of a Bastorian? Don’t take me as a fool; I know about every little secret that you keep. With Agares as my little spy, don’t you think I would know nothing – almost every one else except the rebellious and bratty Ahngrim. Maybe I should commend you for your sharpness to not follow me just like the others or should I say – your foolishness. I have wanted you to perish and what better way to do that other than the duel with Agares. But no! You had to run away and even injure my assassins. I shan’t waste my breath on you no more; it’s time to meet your maker.”

An awkward silence persisted on as both men glared hard at each other, auburn against crimson – a unique sight to behold. It was all about timing here; whoever made the first move could possibly fall or be the victor. Zephrius’s cloak swayed along with the chilly winds, beneath the lifeless and bitter canopy. Each swagger of the cloak was excruciating, it only impeded them from further utilizing their sense of sound.

Deep down in his heart, Ahngrim still had some fond feelings for his master. Meshed with more anger and sorrow now, Ahngrim had no choice but to retaliate. Hatred and misery had fused together as one, a combination that could prove lethal and unleash the innermost talents of men. He felt an overwhelming force surge through his body, revitalized by it he decided to take on his master, while knowing that he might stand a slim chance of being able to beat this devilish spawn down.

As if by lightning, a sudden notion striked him.

“Taste my Dancing Lily!”

Ahngrim pivoted himself on one leg, flailing his arms in an up-down manner whilst trying to spin around, allowing him to manipulate nature’s gravity together with his agility and body mass. Soon, it would seem as if he was dancing with the blade, a piercing vortex was slowly formed, the vortex created an illusion of a thousand blades. Zephrius, bewildered by the sight, shielded his eyes as the reflected sunlight from each and every of the lightning fast blades began to perforate his eyes. The blinded foe gave Ahngrim a chance to strike, a golden opportunity indeed. Thousands of slashes then followed by instantaneously. Scraping past every inch of Zephrius’s aged body.

Ahngrim cackled in a merciless tone as he ended off crouching down, with blade pointed to his back while his other hand rested on the cold wintry surface – helping him to maintain balance.

Bathed in a flurry of strikes, blood seeped through from each individual wound. Yet beneath Zephrius’s wretched condition dwelled an insatiable rage, and a fierce pride. There was nothing stopping this man, Ahngrim had yet to see the true endurance of a Bastorian – something truly uncomprehending. He got back up onto his feet; the rage had increased by 2 or maybe 3-fold this time.

An even more devilish aura pulsated through his body now; seething flames engulfed his whole soul. His body was outlined with a blazing infernal fire, that of a devil’s one might presume. Flames in his already crimson eyes evolved into images of fiery devils, staring right back at the speechless Ahngrim. He was able to feel the intensity of heat amidst this freezing hell.

Ahngrim awoke some 3 hours after his brutal encounter with the beast. The weird thing was that his life was spared; the beast had shown mercy to him. Ahngrim awoken as the piercing rays of light found their way into his squinting eyes. Dazed and confused, he turned to his side and tried to see if Agares was around. It was the only thing that came to his mind. Instead, Ahngrim saw a figure squatting at a distance. The figure suddenly stood up and started walking towards him. From the distance, Ahngrim could fathom a petite figure, with curves at the right places. As the figure got into a visible view, Ahngrim realized that the figure was actually a woman.

“Oh you’re finally up! Don’t mind me for being a busybody but please let me tend to your wounds.”  The woman said while ransacking her backpack.

“Sorry I forgot to introduce myself, you can call me Kaitlin.” She said with a shy smile on her face.

Kaitlin’s slender figure was promoted by her tight uniform; it appeared to Ahngrim that she could be a soldier of Earthrealm. She was slightly fair in appearance and had medium length hair which was dyed with streaks of brown. The most distinctive feature that caught Ahngrim’s eye was her smile and dimples.

“Thank you for your kindness but I must make my move now, I need to find him.” Ahngrim said with a firm voice as he used his blade to leverage himself up onto his feet.

“Please wait! Mister, you are still injured! At least tell me your name” Kaitlin begged as she picked up the bandages lying on the damp floor and rushed towards Ahngrim’s side.

“Name’s Ahngrim, trouble follows me with every step.”

Both Ahngrim and Kaitlin then ventured towards the light at the end of the tunnel, with Kaitlin at the back trying to catch up with the determined Ahngrim.

Dawn broke at last; Zephrius would get up early as usual. However today, he felt that something was amiss. With the straightening of his robe and some minor adjustments, he slowly paced to Ahngrim’s house. With a slight clout from his hand, the door unraveled.

“Hmm, where might that child be…?” He thought to himself as he glanced at the mess scattered throughout the hard granite interior of Ahngrim’s house.

Zephrius didn’t bring any weaponry with him, his two hands were just enough. After all, it was he and his master who first entered and inhabited Oblivion Mountain. He knew the tunnel like the back of his palm. He took his time to stroll through the tunnel, scrutinizing every detail in the spick and span. The piercing sun shone through the top of the tunnel, providing a pathway.

“Bullet shells? Sign of a battle I see…”

He continued moving on, with a worried look on his face. The sparkle of Sciilatia’s imbued jewels immediately caught the old man’s attention. He paced up, accelerating with each step. Zephrius had already drawn out a picture in his mind; he had come to a consensus of what had gone wrong. The blood trails on the floor were another tell-tale sign of a cat and mouse game from hell. It wasn’t long until Zephrius had figured that something had terribly gone wrong. He feared for the worst, he feared that his secret plan might be foiled and exposed.

Ahngrim felt uneasy without Sciilatia, it had always been there for him all this while. He was armed with only a dagger and a blade which he salvaged from Agares’s Gun-Blade. On the other hand, Kaitlin had a baton and a pistol stashed in her belt. The harsh winters weren’t kind to Ahngrim and Kaitlin, Ahngrim had begun to feel the chill, after all he wore only a tunic and some army pants. The conditions atop the mountain were much forgiving; it was about a good 20 Degrees Celsius difference.

“Look woman, you can stop following me already. I’m alright. Gah, where could he be…?” Ahngrim rubbed both his palms together to fight the cold while telling Kaitlin; thoughts of Agares were still fleeting through his mind at this point.

“We’re on the same route anyway. I have to head over to Ferox’s Post north of here to deliver some documents, I think that’s the only place your friend could have went to. Be glad that you have the company of a beautiful girl like me!” She giggled to herself while trying to maintain a smile on her face.

The shelter of the tunnel had provided them with unimaginable warmth, like that of a mother’s embrace. However, they were now left out cold in the white forest, they had to endure and keep moving north until reaching the icy plains or just head back to the tunnel to wait for this endless waltz of snowing to stop.

In the midst of the heavy snow and winds, Ahngrim saw the silhouette of familiar figure.

“Looking for this?” The hazy figure shouted in a deep and menacing voice.

“Agares! Is that you?” Ahngrim stumbled upon his own words as his heart raced with uncertain fear.