ElissaFerfellow
03-07-2011, 03:43 AM
Hello! I wrote this novel as part of my English GCSE Creative Coursework. Since then, I've always wanted to go back and change it however, I don't really know where to begin. Could you guys please read it, and give any 'constructive' critisism. (Not just, change "blah blah blah", I want reasons, how it will fit into the story etc...)
Here it is:
The Road To Daemonic Purity
Darkness engulfed the last of the sun’s light. All was silent…except for the footsteps of a long figure, slowly limping onwards into the dark wilderness. He was a tall, strong man; with short, brown scruffy hair. The pale brown tunic he wore was ripped, and covered in crimson blood. He wore elongated breeches, in similar colour to his tunic; on his leg, a deep cut ran from his thigh down to his calf. He was all alone. They had killed everyone. His friends, his family and his men… He slowly limped on, deeper into the forest; the pain coursing through his body. It was only a matter of time before his pursuers would find him. He finally gave in to the pain and collapsed on to the floor. He tried to crawl onwards towards the darkness, but the pain was too much. He knew they would find him. Lying in pain and covered in blood, he whispered a prayer of mercy to the Gods. He could hear the chants of the foul beasts, getting ever louder as they approached him. He grasped tightly onto his blade, and readied himself for his final encounter. Silence swept through the woods…Suddenly a scream came from within the darkness...They had found him…
Fifty years had passed since the Farinus War. The years before were years of violence, bloodshed and terror. Whole cities fell to the darkness, and amidst the chaos, people squabbled over the smallest of things. The world was without hope. It was only when the Kagari, warriors of strength and skill from all races, united the lands. The Kagari were fearsome fighters who were chosen by daemons, not ones of darkness who sought only destruction, but of mercy, who sought to bring peace to the lands, and used their powers to defeat the hordes that plagued their lands. After the war, the people felt no need of the Kagari. They became feared and hated, and so the Kagari were hunted. One by one, their numbers fell…
The Yamar region. A quiet, peaceful land, surrounded by wilderness; forests to the east and west, the Galabain Mountains to the north and the Demiseku Ocean stretching out far to the west. In the centre of the region stood the city of Tarku, a proud and noble city, with a vast farming culture and large training grounds spread throughout the land. The grand citadel stood in the middle of the city, surrounded by grassland. The area around the citadel was split into different districts, each home to thousands of residents. There were over twenty entrances to the city, each with a grand gate which required five grown men to open it. A young prince from the family of human nobles, who ruled the region, was competing in a national tournament at the Yamar Stadium, which held a number of grand fights in many different disciplines throughout the year. It was holding a tournament to commemorate the fifty years of peace in the lands. His name was Teylorn, the second child of Tarim, the King and preserver of the Yamar regions. He was a young man, about twenty years of age. He had scruffy dark brown scruffy hair, with a small fuzzy beard in a slightly lighter brown. His large eyes were a subtle light blue colour. His body was strong, tall and muscular. Teylorn was a highly renowned swordsman and had fought in many battles, despite his young age. But unlike other combatants, Teylorn fought differently, preferring to out-pace his foes, and strike with quick, decisive blows. The battles had been going all day and Teylorn had won every match he had fought in. He had reached the final; his opponent, a quick-paced female elf, who had won her last fight with ease. Teylorn scanned his opposition. He saw she had a small, slender body, with flowing dark brown hair hanging down loosely near her shoulders. She wore a long, dark purple kimono, with a rose flower pattern on the front. A pair of golden, elven crafted daggers, sheathed in leather dangled from the belt on her curving hips. A beautifully crafted oak longbow, with a small quiver of arrows gentle lay on her back. Her face was oval shaped; bright emerald eyes glinting in the sun’s light. Teylorn wore his father’s ceremonial armour, made from steel and leather, with his families crest adorned all over the armour – an eagle holding a sword covered in thorns. His sword, a long curved blade; black in colour, with gold laid into the swords hilt, was sheathed in fine, light brown leather on his right side. In his left hand, he carried a large circular steel shield, with a leather band around the edge. As they stood, staring at each other’s eyes, the crowds’ cheers filled the stadium. Teylorn gave a smirk as the stadium began to quieten down.
As sunset began to loom, the stadium went quiet. “Good luck”, the other combatant shouted.
Teylorn laughed, “Luck?” Teylorn Laughed. ”Luck means nothing! Only skill can determine who will win.” Suddenly, a shout came from the upper part of the arena. The fight had begun! The elf quickly darted left and headed towards a large pillar with two iron hand holds. Teylorn just stood there, eyes closed. No emotion on his face, apart from a small smirk. She grabbed onto the iron ring and leapt at Teylorn, daggers drawn. Teylorn looked up at her. Then, without warning, he slashed upwards. The elf fell to the floor. She looked at her leg. Crimson red blood dripped from the wound. Teylorn sheathed his weapon and started to walk forward. Her face showed signs of pain as she tried to struggle to her feet, but she eventually fell from the wound. “Hmm...Why do people persist, when they know there beaten?” Suddenly, Teylorn let out a cry of pain. An arrow had pierced deep into his leg. The elf had shot him and, seeking this opportunity, darted towards him, daggers drawn. “Stop!” he shouted, pain coursing through his body. “I surrender! Have mercy!” The elf stood above him, her emerald green eyes glowing in the last of the suns light. Then, Teylorn saw a look of pity, and sadness in her face. She sheathed her blades and offered Teylorn a hand up. Taking her mind from the crowd’s abuse, she knew that he was in pain so, using all her remaining strength, she picked him up and carried him on her back out the arena. As they went inside, Teylorn’s eyes closed, his body became heavier. The pain was too much for him.
He awoke. Sat beside him was the elf. She was singing in elvish. Teylorn knew this song very well. His mother was half elvish, and used to sing this song when he was little. His mother died when he was three years old and his father was left to raise him. The only memory of his mother was this song. He lay there, making no sound, just listening to her. Her voice was a symphony of beautiful melodic notes; flowing perfect, one after the other. When she finished, she looked over at him and smiled. “Your awake,” she spoke softly.
“What happened?” Teylorn asked, still in some pain.
She walked over and knelt beside him. “You blacked out after our fight. I brought you in here and tried my best to heal you,” she replied.
“Thank you. Most people just leave their opponents to die.” James replied through the pain. “Why did you help me?”
“No one deserved to die like that. Mercy should be offered to those who need it most.” She stood up and walked over to the other side of the room. It was a grand room; decorated with lavish artwork. Golden silk curtains hung gracefully next to the great open windows. She sat on one of the oak chairs next to the window and began to sing quietly to herself. However, this song was not like the other one. This was a louder, aggressive song. Her voice became louder and louder as she continued to sing. Then she stopped; a single tear cascaded down her soft skin. She brushed it away, looked at Teylorn and then smiled. Teylorn asked if she was all right. The elf nodded.
“What’s your name? You never told me.” Teylorn asked.
“Elissa, I’m a ranger. I came here with my clan but we got separated. We were attacked by daemons…”
“Daemons!” Teylorn interrupted. “I thought they were destroyed 50 years ago?”
“That’s what we thought. We were heading east into the Lamina Forest in search of a scouting party we sent here a few weeks ago. We were ambushed. I was able to escape with my friend Lanir. I gave him my pendent as a gift, just before we were attacked, but we got separated. I don’t know if he survived. I fell unconscious just as I reached the edge of the woods…I couldn’t remember what happened after that. The soldiers who found me took me to your father and he was kind enough to let me stay here; most people would have left me or worse.” Elissa stopped. Her body began to shake. Tears flooded down her face. “My sister…” she stuttered. “She was with me… I am not sure if she made it out alive…”
“I am so sorry,” Teylorn said.
“There is no need to be Teylorn.” Elissa replied, brushing away her tears. She stood up, then turned and smiled at him. “Let me get some food for you and you’ll be up in no time!”
It was now midday, and Teylorn was finally moving. His wound had healed, although he was still in some pain. It was autumn in the region. Golden leaves from the oaks of the forest to the east surrounded the castle, glistening in the sun’s light. Teylorn decided to get away from the castle and head into the forest to relax. Teylorn always spent his time training and sparing with his friends at an abandoned cottage in a clearing, deep inside the forest to the east, but he also went there to relax and forget about the world around him. The cottage was built from grey stone, with a thatched roof made with the leaves and branches from the trees in the forest. Next to the cottage was a small stonewall, which encircled from the back of the house to the path towards the stables next to it. As Teylorn made his way towards the house, he could hear the birds singing in the distance; the flow of the river rushing down beside the house and the rustling of the wind in the trees. The large oak door creaked as James opened it. Inside there was a single room, decorated with crimson carpets and lavish artwork around the walls; a staircase lead into the upper floor. In the in the far corner were cabinets full of Teylorn’s swords and armour, polished up so they glinted in the suns light. Next to the cabinets, were medals of his previous tournament wins. As he made his way up stair, he heard a noise. ‘Who could that be?’ he wondered to himself. One hand on his longsword, he proceeded quietly up the staircase. When he reached the upper floor, he saw a small figure sat on the chair in the corner by the bed. Teylorn began to charge forwards towards the figure with his sword drawn.
“Don’t attack!” the figure shouted…It was Elissa. Teylorn, surprised by Elissa’s appearance, sheathed his longsword and walked over towards her.
“What are you doing here?” Teylorn asked. He looked at her face; tears were rippling down her face. A piece of paper lay on top of the table next to her. It read:
Dear Elissa my darling sister,
I want you to know that I am all right. I cannot tell you were I am or what has happened, for fear of attracting attention. All I can tell you is that I am in the Yamari region. I want you to meet me at the Tower End Tavern, in the settlement of Alaria at midnight, tomorrow. I will tell you everything there. Please try to come alone or at least with someone trusting, as I have very important information, of which could put both of us in danger. I love you my sister. Be well and I shall see you soon.
Love from Merissa, ranger of the Megilindar tribe.
Elissa looked at Teylorn. “Will you come with me to find my sister?” she desperately pleaded. Teylorn could see the desperation in her tear-filled eyes.
“I would be honoured to help you.” Teylorn replied with a smile on his mouth. Then, without warning, Elissa hugged Teylorn; pale blue tears beginning to fill her emerald eyes. Teylorn stood there, and comforted her. Silence fell on the room…
“Thank you,” Elissa whispered.
It was dawn the next day. The birds were silent and the castle was yet to awake. Only Elissa was awake. She had already been up for a few hours, getting ready for the days journey. Her body was filled with all kinds of emotions: the joy of being able to see her sister again, sadness for the memories of those who died, anger and frustration at her sister for not contacting her. By now she had everything ready and was about to wake Teylorn up. She was dressed in a small white and blue blouse. Over the top she wore a long jacket in the same colour. An emerald pendant dangled from her neck, inside it was a picture of her mother. Her hair was jagged in style with two ribbons of hair draped down behind her; a white lily finishing the style of perfectly. She wore a small skirt with a green leaf belt, her daggers dangling from it. On the pommels were small strands of purple thread, with golden leaves on the end. On her hand she wore a gold ring with a diamond inside - a gift from her sister. On her feet she wore small slipper like shoes, with long cotton socks that matched her outfit; a ribbon tied on the top of each sock. She made her way up to Teylorn room, surprised to find him awake; ready and eager to set off. She saw him dressed in a long cloak. Vibrant patterns adorned the front. It was in a range of striking colours, mostly chalk blue, with browns, reds and golds. On his left shoulder was a circular leather pad, with a leaf pattern in the centre. The cloak stretched down to his waist and fanned out like bird feathers. On his hip were 3 leather belts, one going straight across, one going up across the first and the final one going the opposite way. Hanging from the first belt was his sword, but he also had a long wooden staff on his back. They checked there equipment for the days travel then set of to Alaria to meet Merissa.
They reached Alaria at midnight. It was a small town, with a few shops that functioned mostly as the trading area. The streets were empty…an eerie silence settled in the streets. As they entered the town, they saw the tavern on their left. The tavern was busy; the sounds of drunkards shouting and the smell of ale coursing through the room. It was small wooden building, crammed with benches and tables. The group looked around to see were Merissa was. A figure sat in the far corner of the room whispers them over.
“Merissa? Is that you?” Elissa whispered.
“Keep your voice down!” she replied in a stern tone of voice. Elissa and Teylorn sat down beside Merissa.
“Thank you for coming.” Merissa whispered. Elissa gave her a hug, but Merissa shrugged her attempts of comfort. “Who’s this?” Merissa questioned, a puzzled but slightly angry look on her face.
“You said I could bring someone trusted, and besides without him, I would never have got here in time.”
“A pleasure to meet you.” Teylorn formally introduced himself.
“Likewise.” Merissa answered sharply, ignoring Teylorn’s outstretched hand.
“Where have you been? Why did you never write before?” Elissa barked.
“I could not out of fear.” Merissa sighed and gave a deep breath. She looked around to see if anyone was watching. She slowly removed her hood, which hid her appearance. Elissa gasped. Merissa had small white horns growing in her head, and a Daemonic symbol glowing on her cheek. She was a Kagari - half person, half Daemon. Elissa was shocked; her face went pale with fear. “Why did you never tell me this before?” Elissa questioned.
“I did not know where to find you. I spent weeks searching…but found nothing. I eventually heard you were in Yamari, so I sent for you as soon as I could.”
“Then how did you manage to survive?” Elissa asked, puzzled.
“Just after we were ambushed, I was scouting the area ahead. I heard Lanir’s voice shout something behind me. I ran back towards you, but I tripped and lose conciseness. When I woke, the world around me had grown dark and this strange creature was stood next to me. It looked like an ordinary human, except for its skeletal wings and horns. I looked around to see what was happening and could see the daemons below. I was severely injured - close to death. The creature saw I was in pain and asked to help me, but in return, it wanted to make a pact; an agreement. She would lend herself to me and in return I would help vanquish the daemons. So desperate was I that I agreed. I came back into the human world, surrounded by the daemons that attacked us. Then suddenly, a bolt of light erupted from my fingers and the daemons burst into white flames, writhing in agony as it burnt there skin. I fled to the nearest settlement, a small town a days travel away. They saw what I was, and stormed me out. That’s why I must be careful. I can help defeat these monsters, but the citizens of the lands often mistake Kagari as daemons, not real humans. I fear if we do not repel this threat, the world will be in danger!” Merissa stopped, a glimpse of fear in her face. Tension spread across the tavern. Although the tavern was still lively, Merissa noticed some figures in the far corner. “We should go!” Merissa ordered. The group rose from their table, aware they were being watched. As they walked outside, three dark cloaked figures walked out behind them. “Make a left…Now!” Merissa began to run quicker down the alley. It was a dead end. The figures had trapped them. Teylorn laughed, “Very well, if you wish to fight, then we shall.” Teylorn ran at the cloaked figures, sword drawn out. The first figure put out his hand and a jolt of light hit Teylorn. He let a cry of pain and flew back beside the others. Merissa and Elissa both took a defensive stance. Merissa took out her staff, which was glowing with electrical energy. She slammed her staff on the floor and lightning stormed around the outside of the group. The hooded figures laughed. Suddenly, out of no where, the storm began to spin around the group. Merissa nodded and Elissa darted forward. Merissa launched the bolt at the figures, coursing behind her sister. Elissa lunged at the first figure; the blades sliced open his stomach. His guts exploded as the electricity coursed through the wound and frying his insides. He fell dead. The other two figures unsheathed their weapons and removed their hoods. The group gasped as they saw the figures faces. They were rotten and pale yellow in colour; flesh hung of their cheeks. One of them had maggots crawling out its mouth; using his tongue to claw them back inside. The creatures laughed. Elissa took advantage of the pause in combat and threw a satchel of blue powder on the ground. Teylorn, seizing the opportunity, darted at the creatures, slicing the closest one’s head apart; maggots flying out in different directions. The last creature stood there, watching as his comrades bled to death in front of him. Suddenly, he clenched his neck, as dark black blood seeped from the wound. Elissa had shot him in the throat. After they had died, Elissa breathed a sigh of relief.
“What were they?” Teylorn exclaimed, looking at Merissa.
“Nepholites.” she answered.
“What is a Nepholite?” Elissa asked a slight stutter in her voice.
“They are humans who worship daemons. Each daemon is born form different elements: Blood, Fear and Plague. Those were Plague Nepholites.”
Teylorn looked at Merissa with suspicion. ‘How does she know this much about Daemons?’ He wondered.
“I have to leave for a while,” Merissa told the others. “If there are Nepholites here, then the horde will not be far away. Stay here for the night, but then you must get out of here. I must go and seek out others like myself; if there are Nepholites here then the threat is greater then I first thought.”
“When will we see each other?” Elissa questioned softly, a tear trailing down her face.
Merissa hugged Elissa and comforted her. “Do not worry my dear sister, I will not be long.” Merissa kissed Elissa on the forehead, then speed of out the gates.
“Do you trust her?” Teylorn muttered; slight anger in his voice. Elissa turned around and gave Teylorn a glare, then started walking away.
“We need to warn your father and get him to rally his armies.” Elissa ordered. “We will head off soon, but we will need to get some rest first.” In the early hours of the morning, they set off in the darkness.
They arrived in the morning a day later. During the night, Alaria was attacked; the whole village torn apart by the darkness. Now they were marching upon Yamar. The castle was quiet, only a few servants were about. The sound of fast-paced footsteps echoed in the large corridors. Teylorn and Elissa ran through the castle, trying to find Tarim, Teylorn’s father. After an hour of searching, they finally found him. He was in the throne room, discussing the plans for the following battles that he would face. “Father, I’m sorry for interrupting, but I have an urgent request for you.”
“Very well, you may speak.” Tarim answered, his loud voice echoed in the large room.
“We have come into contact with Daemons! The town of Alaria has been overrun by these beasts! We fled, barely, with our lives!”
“Hmm…This is serious! Get every man that can use a sword armed up and give word to the nearby towns and villages that the Daemons have retuned and we need every hand available!” Tarim ordered. Tarim stood up; a proud look on his face. “It will take us a few days to gather troops my son, but we should…no we will defeat these beasts!”
Days passed, and still no sign of the main horde, although stragglers had been spotted and slain. As well as recruiting Tarim had begun to purge the nearby villages and town of any suspected Nepholites, and other daemonic disciples. Tarim was renowned in the regions for being a glorious leader. Not only could he train an entire army in a few days, but he also inspired others around him to fight for his cause. By now he had amassed a large force of militia and his own personal guard, as well as two armies from neighbouring capitals. At midday, a war council was called. Those who attended were: the leader of the royal guard, Arani, an honourable man with a staunch belief in peace and the gods, Teylorn, Tarim and two Kagari from nearby towns. The meeting went on for hours, discussing strategies and plans for defeating these fiends. “Our scouts have reported that the Daemon army will be lead by three Daemons: a Daemon of Plague, a Daemon of Blood and a Daemon of Shadow. Normally humans cannot harm then, however, we can kill them, but it requires a human sacrifice.” Silence swept through the room, as the council stood in shock... Suddenly, Teylorn stepped forward. He would sacrifice himself to banish the evil that controls the Daemon horde. “So you wish to commit your body for the destruction of these beasts?” The elder Kagari asked. Teylorn nodded. “Very well, I will tell you about what shall happen. When these creatures show themselves, we will force a Daemon inside you. The daemon will merge with you, giving you the powers of a god; with them you will defeat the commanding Daemons. However, your body will struggle to control the Daemon inside you and will ultimately kill you.”
“No!” Elissa screamed. The council stood in amazement as Elissa burst through the doors and ran towards Teylorn, tears streaming down her delicate face. “I will not let you sacrifice yourself...I...I love you!” Teylorn, shocked by Elissa’s sudden outburst, wondered if it was the right decision. Torn by love and duty, Teylorn could not deside between the two “Enough!” Tarim shouted. “If Teylorn wishes to sacrifice his life for the good of our people, then let him do it! It is an honour for him to be chosen for such a thing and even more so to will it on himself! ‘Let not the feelings of love cloud thy judgment, for it clouds thy wisdom that thou possess’, as the grand texts state.” After a brief talk with Elissa, she reluctantly agreed to let him continue. The council gave one last vow. A vow that would bind the armies of Yamar together; forging a final army that would purge the foul Daemons. They called themselves The Daemonhunters, and vowed that, while they drew breath, no Daemon would threaten the lands.
Over the next few days, the scout teams spotted more Daemons, growing in number by each day. By now, there were thousands of them and it seemed they were getting ready to attack.
It was night, and the woods were filled with the sounds of the roars of the howling Daemons within. The king’s army had assembled at Bridgefield Peak, a small farming community, which also doubled as a training ground. The Daemonhunters were getting ready to march and support the army at the vanguard. The Daemonhunters’ army was small, but well armed and well trained, all clad in thick metal plates, a bold silver in colour, which reflected the light from the torches. Each soldier wore a dark blue symbol on their chest; a large ‘I’ icon, with a sliver skull in the middle. Banners were held high as they marched towards the settlement, which had been heavily fortified for the coming battle. They were using the village as a first defence line, and then, if the daemons broke through, the Daemonhunters would force them back, becoming surrounded by the remaining forces of the king’s militia. Chants filled the air, as the Daemonhunters took position, swords up high, set alight with mystical flames by the few Karari mages. Suddenly, they went quiet. Lights appeared from the forest; the horde was approaching. They crawled out of the tree line, teeth snapping and growling as they approached. They stopped, overlooking the fortification. Tarim rode in front of his army, on a beautiful white horse; clad in the same armour as his troops. He carried a bulky silver hammer in his right hand; a large silver shield in his left. A bright red banner stretched from his back. On the banner, a beautiful picture of his families crest, combined with the symbol of the Daemonhunters. He stormed up and down the front of the army, observing his men. Lifting up his hammer he shouted, “Look upon this hammer I hold before me, for it is far more than a weapon. It is a symbol of the justice that smites our enemies wherever they are found, just as I. Though it has felled many whose souls are corrupted, it remains true and pure, just as I. It is the symbol of our order, one that will smite our enemies. I am commanding you to obey me without question or hesitation. Advance men! Or it will not be daemonic blood that stains my hammer this day!”
His words filled his men with pride and fear of Tarim’s threat.
The archers drew their bows and began to aim towards the horde. “On my call!” Tarim shouted... “Fire!” The archers released their arrows, becoming engulfed by flame as the Kagari set them alight. The cloud of flames descended on the horde, burning their skin as it contacted. The Daemons, slightly dazed, charged at army. “Lower the pikes!” Tarim roared. The army began to move into a defensive position, ready to receive the advancing Daemons. As the Daemons contacted, many were pierced by the pikemen in front of the army. The two armies were locked in battle, screams filling the air as both humans and Daemons were killed. The battle raged on for hours, both sides suffered heavy losses, but the humans were pushing the Daemon horde back. The Daemonhunters, lead by Teylorn and Elissa, waited patiently to strike, if the Daemons broke through the defence line. Suddenly, three figures emerged from the trees. It was the Command Daemons. Behind them were thousands more Daemons, not the small animal-like creatures they were fighting, but Nepholites, clad in thick, black armour, each one carrying a sword twice the size of the average human. Each Daemon lead a different type of Nepholite. The Plague’s minions were similar to the one’s they fought in Alaria. The other Daemonic minions had symbols of their leader smeared in blood over their faces, a skull for the Blood Daemon’s minions and three diagonal stripes for the Shadow Daemon’s minions. The Nepholites let out a piercing shriek, nearly deafening most of the king’s men. But they stood firm as the horde descended on them. Teylorn watched as they tore apart the soldiers. As the monsters began to rush towards them, Elissa and Teylorn stood firm.
Suddenly, they could hear a sound coming from the west. A gush of wind clipped their ears as Merissa flew over the castle on a huge falcon, followed by others. The Kagari had arrived. The falcons tore through the right side of the horde, as the Kagari jumped from their mounts. Merissa jumped off, landing next to Teylorn and Elissa, who were surrounded by Daemons. A blast of white light burst from her hands, vaporising the creatures around them.
“Look out!” Elissa shouted, shooting a smaller Daemon behind Merissa with her bow.
“About time!” Teylorn exclaimed.
“You’re the one we need to sacrifice I understand?” Merissa questioned; a hint of guilt in her words.
“Yes,” Teylorn replied, “We need to act now. Even with the Kagari here, were still heavily outnumbered!”
“I’ll miss you!” Elissa cried, blood and tears running down her face. She kissed his cheek, which filled him with warmth and sadness.
“Let’s do it!” the three of them shouted. Teylorn ran towards the three Daemons, his sword in his right hand and shield in his left. He jumped over the Daemons heads, landing right behind them. A bolt of light headed towards the Blood Daemon, hitting it in the face. The bolt deflected of the Daemons face, hitting another of the lesser creatures. The Daemons ran towards Merissa, ignoring Teylorn. Elissa ran around the creatures, firing arrows to distract the creatures. The Daemons were confused, as each of them took turns to distract the Daemons. While Elissa had their attention, Teylorn and Merissa began the ritual. Black flames burst from the ground, surrounding Teylorn. Suddenly a bright spirit burst from the flames, the light blinding the Daemons. The spirit was unlike any Daemon Teylorn had seen. It was gentle, an aura of life emitted from it. However, as the Daemon entered Teylorn body, he began to glow; heat blasting from his body, disintegrating the lesser Daemons. Wings sprouted from Teylorn back, his eyes glowed white. Teylorn flew at the Daemons, who were now only feet away from Elissa. Teylorn struck at the Daemon of Plague, ripping open his chest and crushed its black heart. The Daemon howled in agony, and then fell to the ground, his eyes lifeless. The other two Daemons turned to Teylorn as he flew up into the sky. The Daemons roared at Teylorn as he threw bolts of energy at them. As they hit the ground, chains erupted from the ground, piercing both of the Daemons, dragging then down into the ground. He swooped down towards the Daemons, tears running down his face. He took his blade and, as he neared the ground, plunged it into the Shadow Daemon. It screamed as jet black blood exploding from the fatal blow. The Blood Daemon slashed Teylorn’s arm with its razor tail; blood dripped for the scorching wound. He fell; flames surrounded the two, as the Daemon began to charge. It lunged at him, grabbing Teylorn before he could fly to safety. Teylorn slashed at the beast’s face, which let out a piecing screech as the sword cut into its flesh. Teylorn seizing the opportunity, flew up and gave Elissa one final look. He could feel the daemon begging to break free, as light began erupting from his wounds. “I love you!” Elissa shouted, tears trickling down her face as she watched him dive down towards the helpless Daemon. He struck it in the heart and watched as it howled in pain. Before it succumbed to the pain,the Daemon glared at Teylorn and whispered in a dark voice. “Amieiara Daentir! This is not the end human! When the tide touches the light, embrace the foreseen shadows of death! The Amieiara Daentir will live again!”, and then it lay dead and motionless. Upon hearing those words, a cold shiver coursed through Merissa spine.
He turned towards Elissa and embraced her. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with tears. “I’ll miss you!” Elissa stuttered softly. Teylorn held Elissa’s shaking arms and lightly pressed his lips to her forehead. He brought his mouth towards her ear and whispered something. He stepped backwards and gave Elissa one last look. Teylorn’s body began to erupt with blinding white light, as the spirit erupted from its living prison. Teylorn stood standing while the spirit broke through his chest. He let out an agonising scream and stumbled to the floor. The remaining daemons exploded in a raging light as the spirit acended into the air. Teylorn had done it. The Daemons were gone. His blood-covered body lay lifeless on the forest floor. Elissa let out a scream of sorrow and grasped Teylorn’s body. Tarim turned towards the scream, and ran towards his son’s frail body. As tears began to fill his eyes, he looked towards his men and shouted, “The beasts that plagued our lands have been vanquished!” The armies raised their weapons, shouting in glory and relief.
For the rest of the night the soldiers from all three armies began to help the wounded…and bury the dead. Teylorn body was put in a large memorial, next to the site were he vanquished the beasts that threatened the lands.
A year had passed since the Daemons defeat. Merissa and Elissa had chosen to stay at the castle, in service of Tarim. In return, Tarim made Merissa High Commander of the Daemonhunters, and Elissa her advisor. Even after a year after Teylorn death, Elissa still could not forget that night.
It was spring in the lands; fresh grass had grown around the city grounds. The sun shining the first of the day’s light. Elissa was knelt beside Teylorn memorial; a white lily placed on the foot of the statue. Merissa walked up towards Elissa. She was singing. The melody was familiar. It was the same song she sung to Teylorn the day she met him. A single tear cascaded down her beautiful face. “He died a hero.” Merissa spoke softly.
“I know, it’s just…he never knew how much I loved him!” Elissa stood up and walked with Merissa towards the castle. She looked back…and wished he was still alive.
Here it is:
The Road To Daemonic Purity
Darkness engulfed the last of the sun’s light. All was silent…except for the footsteps of a long figure, slowly limping onwards into the dark wilderness. He was a tall, strong man; with short, brown scruffy hair. The pale brown tunic he wore was ripped, and covered in crimson blood. He wore elongated breeches, in similar colour to his tunic; on his leg, a deep cut ran from his thigh down to his calf. He was all alone. They had killed everyone. His friends, his family and his men… He slowly limped on, deeper into the forest; the pain coursing through his body. It was only a matter of time before his pursuers would find him. He finally gave in to the pain and collapsed on to the floor. He tried to crawl onwards towards the darkness, but the pain was too much. He knew they would find him. Lying in pain and covered in blood, he whispered a prayer of mercy to the Gods. He could hear the chants of the foul beasts, getting ever louder as they approached him. He grasped tightly onto his blade, and readied himself for his final encounter. Silence swept through the woods…Suddenly a scream came from within the darkness...They had found him…
Fifty years had passed since the Farinus War. The years before were years of violence, bloodshed and terror. Whole cities fell to the darkness, and amidst the chaos, people squabbled over the smallest of things. The world was without hope. It was only when the Kagari, warriors of strength and skill from all races, united the lands. The Kagari were fearsome fighters who were chosen by daemons, not ones of darkness who sought only destruction, but of mercy, who sought to bring peace to the lands, and used their powers to defeat the hordes that plagued their lands. After the war, the people felt no need of the Kagari. They became feared and hated, and so the Kagari were hunted. One by one, their numbers fell…
The Yamar region. A quiet, peaceful land, surrounded by wilderness; forests to the east and west, the Galabain Mountains to the north and the Demiseku Ocean stretching out far to the west. In the centre of the region stood the city of Tarku, a proud and noble city, with a vast farming culture and large training grounds spread throughout the land. The grand citadel stood in the middle of the city, surrounded by grassland. The area around the citadel was split into different districts, each home to thousands of residents. There were over twenty entrances to the city, each with a grand gate which required five grown men to open it. A young prince from the family of human nobles, who ruled the region, was competing in a national tournament at the Yamar Stadium, which held a number of grand fights in many different disciplines throughout the year. It was holding a tournament to commemorate the fifty years of peace in the lands. His name was Teylorn, the second child of Tarim, the King and preserver of the Yamar regions. He was a young man, about twenty years of age. He had scruffy dark brown scruffy hair, with a small fuzzy beard in a slightly lighter brown. His large eyes were a subtle light blue colour. His body was strong, tall and muscular. Teylorn was a highly renowned swordsman and had fought in many battles, despite his young age. But unlike other combatants, Teylorn fought differently, preferring to out-pace his foes, and strike with quick, decisive blows. The battles had been going all day and Teylorn had won every match he had fought in. He had reached the final; his opponent, a quick-paced female elf, who had won her last fight with ease. Teylorn scanned his opposition. He saw she had a small, slender body, with flowing dark brown hair hanging down loosely near her shoulders. She wore a long, dark purple kimono, with a rose flower pattern on the front. A pair of golden, elven crafted daggers, sheathed in leather dangled from the belt on her curving hips. A beautifully crafted oak longbow, with a small quiver of arrows gentle lay on her back. Her face was oval shaped; bright emerald eyes glinting in the sun’s light. Teylorn wore his father’s ceremonial armour, made from steel and leather, with his families crest adorned all over the armour – an eagle holding a sword covered in thorns. His sword, a long curved blade; black in colour, with gold laid into the swords hilt, was sheathed in fine, light brown leather on his right side. In his left hand, he carried a large circular steel shield, with a leather band around the edge. As they stood, staring at each other’s eyes, the crowds’ cheers filled the stadium. Teylorn gave a smirk as the stadium began to quieten down.
As sunset began to loom, the stadium went quiet. “Good luck”, the other combatant shouted.
Teylorn laughed, “Luck?” Teylorn Laughed. ”Luck means nothing! Only skill can determine who will win.” Suddenly, a shout came from the upper part of the arena. The fight had begun! The elf quickly darted left and headed towards a large pillar with two iron hand holds. Teylorn just stood there, eyes closed. No emotion on his face, apart from a small smirk. She grabbed onto the iron ring and leapt at Teylorn, daggers drawn. Teylorn looked up at her. Then, without warning, he slashed upwards. The elf fell to the floor. She looked at her leg. Crimson red blood dripped from the wound. Teylorn sheathed his weapon and started to walk forward. Her face showed signs of pain as she tried to struggle to her feet, but she eventually fell from the wound. “Hmm...Why do people persist, when they know there beaten?” Suddenly, Teylorn let out a cry of pain. An arrow had pierced deep into his leg. The elf had shot him and, seeking this opportunity, darted towards him, daggers drawn. “Stop!” he shouted, pain coursing through his body. “I surrender! Have mercy!” The elf stood above him, her emerald green eyes glowing in the last of the suns light. Then, Teylorn saw a look of pity, and sadness in her face. She sheathed her blades and offered Teylorn a hand up. Taking her mind from the crowd’s abuse, she knew that he was in pain so, using all her remaining strength, she picked him up and carried him on her back out the arena. As they went inside, Teylorn’s eyes closed, his body became heavier. The pain was too much for him.
He awoke. Sat beside him was the elf. She was singing in elvish. Teylorn knew this song very well. His mother was half elvish, and used to sing this song when he was little. His mother died when he was three years old and his father was left to raise him. The only memory of his mother was this song. He lay there, making no sound, just listening to her. Her voice was a symphony of beautiful melodic notes; flowing perfect, one after the other. When she finished, she looked over at him and smiled. “Your awake,” she spoke softly.
“What happened?” Teylorn asked, still in some pain.
She walked over and knelt beside him. “You blacked out after our fight. I brought you in here and tried my best to heal you,” she replied.
“Thank you. Most people just leave their opponents to die.” James replied through the pain. “Why did you help me?”
“No one deserved to die like that. Mercy should be offered to those who need it most.” She stood up and walked over to the other side of the room. It was a grand room; decorated with lavish artwork. Golden silk curtains hung gracefully next to the great open windows. She sat on one of the oak chairs next to the window and began to sing quietly to herself. However, this song was not like the other one. This was a louder, aggressive song. Her voice became louder and louder as she continued to sing. Then she stopped; a single tear cascaded down her soft skin. She brushed it away, looked at Teylorn and then smiled. Teylorn asked if she was all right. The elf nodded.
“What’s your name? You never told me.” Teylorn asked.
“Elissa, I’m a ranger. I came here with my clan but we got separated. We were attacked by daemons…”
“Daemons!” Teylorn interrupted. “I thought they were destroyed 50 years ago?”
“That’s what we thought. We were heading east into the Lamina Forest in search of a scouting party we sent here a few weeks ago. We were ambushed. I was able to escape with my friend Lanir. I gave him my pendent as a gift, just before we were attacked, but we got separated. I don’t know if he survived. I fell unconscious just as I reached the edge of the woods…I couldn’t remember what happened after that. The soldiers who found me took me to your father and he was kind enough to let me stay here; most people would have left me or worse.” Elissa stopped. Her body began to shake. Tears flooded down her face. “My sister…” she stuttered. “She was with me… I am not sure if she made it out alive…”
“I am so sorry,” Teylorn said.
“There is no need to be Teylorn.” Elissa replied, brushing away her tears. She stood up, then turned and smiled at him. “Let me get some food for you and you’ll be up in no time!”
It was now midday, and Teylorn was finally moving. His wound had healed, although he was still in some pain. It was autumn in the region. Golden leaves from the oaks of the forest to the east surrounded the castle, glistening in the sun’s light. Teylorn decided to get away from the castle and head into the forest to relax. Teylorn always spent his time training and sparing with his friends at an abandoned cottage in a clearing, deep inside the forest to the east, but he also went there to relax and forget about the world around him. The cottage was built from grey stone, with a thatched roof made with the leaves and branches from the trees in the forest. Next to the cottage was a small stonewall, which encircled from the back of the house to the path towards the stables next to it. As Teylorn made his way towards the house, he could hear the birds singing in the distance; the flow of the river rushing down beside the house and the rustling of the wind in the trees. The large oak door creaked as James opened it. Inside there was a single room, decorated with crimson carpets and lavish artwork around the walls; a staircase lead into the upper floor. In the in the far corner were cabinets full of Teylorn’s swords and armour, polished up so they glinted in the suns light. Next to the cabinets, were medals of his previous tournament wins. As he made his way up stair, he heard a noise. ‘Who could that be?’ he wondered to himself. One hand on his longsword, he proceeded quietly up the staircase. When he reached the upper floor, he saw a small figure sat on the chair in the corner by the bed. Teylorn began to charge forwards towards the figure with his sword drawn.
“Don’t attack!” the figure shouted…It was Elissa. Teylorn, surprised by Elissa’s appearance, sheathed his longsword and walked over towards her.
“What are you doing here?” Teylorn asked. He looked at her face; tears were rippling down her face. A piece of paper lay on top of the table next to her. It read:
Dear Elissa my darling sister,
I want you to know that I am all right. I cannot tell you were I am or what has happened, for fear of attracting attention. All I can tell you is that I am in the Yamari region. I want you to meet me at the Tower End Tavern, in the settlement of Alaria at midnight, tomorrow. I will tell you everything there. Please try to come alone or at least with someone trusting, as I have very important information, of which could put both of us in danger. I love you my sister. Be well and I shall see you soon.
Love from Merissa, ranger of the Megilindar tribe.
Elissa looked at Teylorn. “Will you come with me to find my sister?” she desperately pleaded. Teylorn could see the desperation in her tear-filled eyes.
“I would be honoured to help you.” Teylorn replied with a smile on his mouth. Then, without warning, Elissa hugged Teylorn; pale blue tears beginning to fill her emerald eyes. Teylorn stood there, and comforted her. Silence fell on the room…
“Thank you,” Elissa whispered.
It was dawn the next day. The birds were silent and the castle was yet to awake. Only Elissa was awake. She had already been up for a few hours, getting ready for the days journey. Her body was filled with all kinds of emotions: the joy of being able to see her sister again, sadness for the memories of those who died, anger and frustration at her sister for not contacting her. By now she had everything ready and was about to wake Teylorn up. She was dressed in a small white and blue blouse. Over the top she wore a long jacket in the same colour. An emerald pendant dangled from her neck, inside it was a picture of her mother. Her hair was jagged in style with two ribbons of hair draped down behind her; a white lily finishing the style of perfectly. She wore a small skirt with a green leaf belt, her daggers dangling from it. On the pommels were small strands of purple thread, with golden leaves on the end. On her hand she wore a gold ring with a diamond inside - a gift from her sister. On her feet she wore small slipper like shoes, with long cotton socks that matched her outfit; a ribbon tied on the top of each sock. She made her way up to Teylorn room, surprised to find him awake; ready and eager to set off. She saw him dressed in a long cloak. Vibrant patterns adorned the front. It was in a range of striking colours, mostly chalk blue, with browns, reds and golds. On his left shoulder was a circular leather pad, with a leaf pattern in the centre. The cloak stretched down to his waist and fanned out like bird feathers. On his hip were 3 leather belts, one going straight across, one going up across the first and the final one going the opposite way. Hanging from the first belt was his sword, but he also had a long wooden staff on his back. They checked there equipment for the days travel then set of to Alaria to meet Merissa.
They reached Alaria at midnight. It was a small town, with a few shops that functioned mostly as the trading area. The streets were empty…an eerie silence settled in the streets. As they entered the town, they saw the tavern on their left. The tavern was busy; the sounds of drunkards shouting and the smell of ale coursing through the room. It was small wooden building, crammed with benches and tables. The group looked around to see were Merissa was. A figure sat in the far corner of the room whispers them over.
“Merissa? Is that you?” Elissa whispered.
“Keep your voice down!” she replied in a stern tone of voice. Elissa and Teylorn sat down beside Merissa.
“Thank you for coming.” Merissa whispered. Elissa gave her a hug, but Merissa shrugged her attempts of comfort. “Who’s this?” Merissa questioned, a puzzled but slightly angry look on her face.
“You said I could bring someone trusted, and besides without him, I would never have got here in time.”
“A pleasure to meet you.” Teylorn formally introduced himself.
“Likewise.” Merissa answered sharply, ignoring Teylorn’s outstretched hand.
“Where have you been? Why did you never write before?” Elissa barked.
“I could not out of fear.” Merissa sighed and gave a deep breath. She looked around to see if anyone was watching. She slowly removed her hood, which hid her appearance. Elissa gasped. Merissa had small white horns growing in her head, and a Daemonic symbol glowing on her cheek. She was a Kagari - half person, half Daemon. Elissa was shocked; her face went pale with fear. “Why did you never tell me this before?” Elissa questioned.
“I did not know where to find you. I spent weeks searching…but found nothing. I eventually heard you were in Yamari, so I sent for you as soon as I could.”
“Then how did you manage to survive?” Elissa asked, puzzled.
“Just after we were ambushed, I was scouting the area ahead. I heard Lanir’s voice shout something behind me. I ran back towards you, but I tripped and lose conciseness. When I woke, the world around me had grown dark and this strange creature was stood next to me. It looked like an ordinary human, except for its skeletal wings and horns. I looked around to see what was happening and could see the daemons below. I was severely injured - close to death. The creature saw I was in pain and asked to help me, but in return, it wanted to make a pact; an agreement. She would lend herself to me and in return I would help vanquish the daemons. So desperate was I that I agreed. I came back into the human world, surrounded by the daemons that attacked us. Then suddenly, a bolt of light erupted from my fingers and the daemons burst into white flames, writhing in agony as it burnt there skin. I fled to the nearest settlement, a small town a days travel away. They saw what I was, and stormed me out. That’s why I must be careful. I can help defeat these monsters, but the citizens of the lands often mistake Kagari as daemons, not real humans. I fear if we do not repel this threat, the world will be in danger!” Merissa stopped, a glimpse of fear in her face. Tension spread across the tavern. Although the tavern was still lively, Merissa noticed some figures in the far corner. “We should go!” Merissa ordered. The group rose from their table, aware they were being watched. As they walked outside, three dark cloaked figures walked out behind them. “Make a left…Now!” Merissa began to run quicker down the alley. It was a dead end. The figures had trapped them. Teylorn laughed, “Very well, if you wish to fight, then we shall.” Teylorn ran at the cloaked figures, sword drawn out. The first figure put out his hand and a jolt of light hit Teylorn. He let a cry of pain and flew back beside the others. Merissa and Elissa both took a defensive stance. Merissa took out her staff, which was glowing with electrical energy. She slammed her staff on the floor and lightning stormed around the outside of the group. The hooded figures laughed. Suddenly, out of no where, the storm began to spin around the group. Merissa nodded and Elissa darted forward. Merissa launched the bolt at the figures, coursing behind her sister. Elissa lunged at the first figure; the blades sliced open his stomach. His guts exploded as the electricity coursed through the wound and frying his insides. He fell dead. The other two figures unsheathed their weapons and removed their hoods. The group gasped as they saw the figures faces. They were rotten and pale yellow in colour; flesh hung of their cheeks. One of them had maggots crawling out its mouth; using his tongue to claw them back inside. The creatures laughed. Elissa took advantage of the pause in combat and threw a satchel of blue powder on the ground. Teylorn, seizing the opportunity, darted at the creatures, slicing the closest one’s head apart; maggots flying out in different directions. The last creature stood there, watching as his comrades bled to death in front of him. Suddenly, he clenched his neck, as dark black blood seeped from the wound. Elissa had shot him in the throat. After they had died, Elissa breathed a sigh of relief.
“What were they?” Teylorn exclaimed, looking at Merissa.
“Nepholites.” she answered.
“What is a Nepholite?” Elissa asked a slight stutter in her voice.
“They are humans who worship daemons. Each daemon is born form different elements: Blood, Fear and Plague. Those were Plague Nepholites.”
Teylorn looked at Merissa with suspicion. ‘How does she know this much about Daemons?’ He wondered.
“I have to leave for a while,” Merissa told the others. “If there are Nepholites here, then the horde will not be far away. Stay here for the night, but then you must get out of here. I must go and seek out others like myself; if there are Nepholites here then the threat is greater then I first thought.”
“When will we see each other?” Elissa questioned softly, a tear trailing down her face.
Merissa hugged Elissa and comforted her. “Do not worry my dear sister, I will not be long.” Merissa kissed Elissa on the forehead, then speed of out the gates.
“Do you trust her?” Teylorn muttered; slight anger in his voice. Elissa turned around and gave Teylorn a glare, then started walking away.
“We need to warn your father and get him to rally his armies.” Elissa ordered. “We will head off soon, but we will need to get some rest first.” In the early hours of the morning, they set off in the darkness.
They arrived in the morning a day later. During the night, Alaria was attacked; the whole village torn apart by the darkness. Now they were marching upon Yamar. The castle was quiet, only a few servants were about. The sound of fast-paced footsteps echoed in the large corridors. Teylorn and Elissa ran through the castle, trying to find Tarim, Teylorn’s father. After an hour of searching, they finally found him. He was in the throne room, discussing the plans for the following battles that he would face. “Father, I’m sorry for interrupting, but I have an urgent request for you.”
“Very well, you may speak.” Tarim answered, his loud voice echoed in the large room.
“We have come into contact with Daemons! The town of Alaria has been overrun by these beasts! We fled, barely, with our lives!”
“Hmm…This is serious! Get every man that can use a sword armed up and give word to the nearby towns and villages that the Daemons have retuned and we need every hand available!” Tarim ordered. Tarim stood up; a proud look on his face. “It will take us a few days to gather troops my son, but we should…no we will defeat these beasts!”
Days passed, and still no sign of the main horde, although stragglers had been spotted and slain. As well as recruiting Tarim had begun to purge the nearby villages and town of any suspected Nepholites, and other daemonic disciples. Tarim was renowned in the regions for being a glorious leader. Not only could he train an entire army in a few days, but he also inspired others around him to fight for his cause. By now he had amassed a large force of militia and his own personal guard, as well as two armies from neighbouring capitals. At midday, a war council was called. Those who attended were: the leader of the royal guard, Arani, an honourable man with a staunch belief in peace and the gods, Teylorn, Tarim and two Kagari from nearby towns. The meeting went on for hours, discussing strategies and plans for defeating these fiends. “Our scouts have reported that the Daemon army will be lead by three Daemons: a Daemon of Plague, a Daemon of Blood and a Daemon of Shadow. Normally humans cannot harm then, however, we can kill them, but it requires a human sacrifice.” Silence swept through the room, as the council stood in shock... Suddenly, Teylorn stepped forward. He would sacrifice himself to banish the evil that controls the Daemon horde. “So you wish to commit your body for the destruction of these beasts?” The elder Kagari asked. Teylorn nodded. “Very well, I will tell you about what shall happen. When these creatures show themselves, we will force a Daemon inside you. The daemon will merge with you, giving you the powers of a god; with them you will defeat the commanding Daemons. However, your body will struggle to control the Daemon inside you and will ultimately kill you.”
“No!” Elissa screamed. The council stood in amazement as Elissa burst through the doors and ran towards Teylorn, tears streaming down her delicate face. “I will not let you sacrifice yourself...I...I love you!” Teylorn, shocked by Elissa’s sudden outburst, wondered if it was the right decision. Torn by love and duty, Teylorn could not deside between the two “Enough!” Tarim shouted. “If Teylorn wishes to sacrifice his life for the good of our people, then let him do it! It is an honour for him to be chosen for such a thing and even more so to will it on himself! ‘Let not the feelings of love cloud thy judgment, for it clouds thy wisdom that thou possess’, as the grand texts state.” After a brief talk with Elissa, she reluctantly agreed to let him continue. The council gave one last vow. A vow that would bind the armies of Yamar together; forging a final army that would purge the foul Daemons. They called themselves The Daemonhunters, and vowed that, while they drew breath, no Daemon would threaten the lands.
Over the next few days, the scout teams spotted more Daemons, growing in number by each day. By now, there were thousands of them and it seemed they were getting ready to attack.
It was night, and the woods were filled with the sounds of the roars of the howling Daemons within. The king’s army had assembled at Bridgefield Peak, a small farming community, which also doubled as a training ground. The Daemonhunters were getting ready to march and support the army at the vanguard. The Daemonhunters’ army was small, but well armed and well trained, all clad in thick metal plates, a bold silver in colour, which reflected the light from the torches. Each soldier wore a dark blue symbol on their chest; a large ‘I’ icon, with a sliver skull in the middle. Banners were held high as they marched towards the settlement, which had been heavily fortified for the coming battle. They were using the village as a first defence line, and then, if the daemons broke through, the Daemonhunters would force them back, becoming surrounded by the remaining forces of the king’s militia. Chants filled the air, as the Daemonhunters took position, swords up high, set alight with mystical flames by the few Karari mages. Suddenly, they went quiet. Lights appeared from the forest; the horde was approaching. They crawled out of the tree line, teeth snapping and growling as they approached. They stopped, overlooking the fortification. Tarim rode in front of his army, on a beautiful white horse; clad in the same armour as his troops. He carried a bulky silver hammer in his right hand; a large silver shield in his left. A bright red banner stretched from his back. On the banner, a beautiful picture of his families crest, combined with the symbol of the Daemonhunters. He stormed up and down the front of the army, observing his men. Lifting up his hammer he shouted, “Look upon this hammer I hold before me, for it is far more than a weapon. It is a symbol of the justice that smites our enemies wherever they are found, just as I. Though it has felled many whose souls are corrupted, it remains true and pure, just as I. It is the symbol of our order, one that will smite our enemies. I am commanding you to obey me without question or hesitation. Advance men! Or it will not be daemonic blood that stains my hammer this day!”
His words filled his men with pride and fear of Tarim’s threat.
The archers drew their bows and began to aim towards the horde. “On my call!” Tarim shouted... “Fire!” The archers released their arrows, becoming engulfed by flame as the Kagari set them alight. The cloud of flames descended on the horde, burning their skin as it contacted. The Daemons, slightly dazed, charged at army. “Lower the pikes!” Tarim roared. The army began to move into a defensive position, ready to receive the advancing Daemons. As the Daemons contacted, many were pierced by the pikemen in front of the army. The two armies were locked in battle, screams filling the air as both humans and Daemons were killed. The battle raged on for hours, both sides suffered heavy losses, but the humans were pushing the Daemon horde back. The Daemonhunters, lead by Teylorn and Elissa, waited patiently to strike, if the Daemons broke through the defence line. Suddenly, three figures emerged from the trees. It was the Command Daemons. Behind them were thousands more Daemons, not the small animal-like creatures they were fighting, but Nepholites, clad in thick, black armour, each one carrying a sword twice the size of the average human. Each Daemon lead a different type of Nepholite. The Plague’s minions were similar to the one’s they fought in Alaria. The other Daemonic minions had symbols of their leader smeared in blood over their faces, a skull for the Blood Daemon’s minions and three diagonal stripes for the Shadow Daemon’s minions. The Nepholites let out a piercing shriek, nearly deafening most of the king’s men. But they stood firm as the horde descended on them. Teylorn watched as they tore apart the soldiers. As the monsters began to rush towards them, Elissa and Teylorn stood firm.
Suddenly, they could hear a sound coming from the west. A gush of wind clipped their ears as Merissa flew over the castle on a huge falcon, followed by others. The Kagari had arrived. The falcons tore through the right side of the horde, as the Kagari jumped from their mounts. Merissa jumped off, landing next to Teylorn and Elissa, who were surrounded by Daemons. A blast of white light burst from her hands, vaporising the creatures around them.
“Look out!” Elissa shouted, shooting a smaller Daemon behind Merissa with her bow.
“About time!” Teylorn exclaimed.
“You’re the one we need to sacrifice I understand?” Merissa questioned; a hint of guilt in her words.
“Yes,” Teylorn replied, “We need to act now. Even with the Kagari here, were still heavily outnumbered!”
“I’ll miss you!” Elissa cried, blood and tears running down her face. She kissed his cheek, which filled him with warmth and sadness.
“Let’s do it!” the three of them shouted. Teylorn ran towards the three Daemons, his sword in his right hand and shield in his left. He jumped over the Daemons heads, landing right behind them. A bolt of light headed towards the Blood Daemon, hitting it in the face. The bolt deflected of the Daemons face, hitting another of the lesser creatures. The Daemons ran towards Merissa, ignoring Teylorn. Elissa ran around the creatures, firing arrows to distract the creatures. The Daemons were confused, as each of them took turns to distract the Daemons. While Elissa had their attention, Teylorn and Merissa began the ritual. Black flames burst from the ground, surrounding Teylorn. Suddenly a bright spirit burst from the flames, the light blinding the Daemons. The spirit was unlike any Daemon Teylorn had seen. It was gentle, an aura of life emitted from it. However, as the Daemon entered Teylorn body, he began to glow; heat blasting from his body, disintegrating the lesser Daemons. Wings sprouted from Teylorn back, his eyes glowed white. Teylorn flew at the Daemons, who were now only feet away from Elissa. Teylorn struck at the Daemon of Plague, ripping open his chest and crushed its black heart. The Daemon howled in agony, and then fell to the ground, his eyes lifeless. The other two Daemons turned to Teylorn as he flew up into the sky. The Daemons roared at Teylorn as he threw bolts of energy at them. As they hit the ground, chains erupted from the ground, piercing both of the Daemons, dragging then down into the ground. He swooped down towards the Daemons, tears running down his face. He took his blade and, as he neared the ground, plunged it into the Shadow Daemon. It screamed as jet black blood exploding from the fatal blow. The Blood Daemon slashed Teylorn’s arm with its razor tail; blood dripped for the scorching wound. He fell; flames surrounded the two, as the Daemon began to charge. It lunged at him, grabbing Teylorn before he could fly to safety. Teylorn slashed at the beast’s face, which let out a piecing screech as the sword cut into its flesh. Teylorn seizing the opportunity, flew up and gave Elissa one final look. He could feel the daemon begging to break free, as light began erupting from his wounds. “I love you!” Elissa shouted, tears trickling down her face as she watched him dive down towards the helpless Daemon. He struck it in the heart and watched as it howled in pain. Before it succumbed to the pain,the Daemon glared at Teylorn and whispered in a dark voice. “Amieiara Daentir! This is not the end human! When the tide touches the light, embrace the foreseen shadows of death! The Amieiara Daentir will live again!”, and then it lay dead and motionless. Upon hearing those words, a cold shiver coursed through Merissa spine.
He turned towards Elissa and embraced her. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with tears. “I’ll miss you!” Elissa stuttered softly. Teylorn held Elissa’s shaking arms and lightly pressed his lips to her forehead. He brought his mouth towards her ear and whispered something. He stepped backwards and gave Elissa one last look. Teylorn’s body began to erupt with blinding white light, as the spirit erupted from its living prison. Teylorn stood standing while the spirit broke through his chest. He let out an agonising scream and stumbled to the floor. The remaining daemons exploded in a raging light as the spirit acended into the air. Teylorn had done it. The Daemons were gone. His blood-covered body lay lifeless on the forest floor. Elissa let out a scream of sorrow and grasped Teylorn’s body. Tarim turned towards the scream, and ran towards his son’s frail body. As tears began to fill his eyes, he looked towards his men and shouted, “The beasts that plagued our lands have been vanquished!” The armies raised their weapons, shouting in glory and relief.
For the rest of the night the soldiers from all three armies began to help the wounded…and bury the dead. Teylorn body was put in a large memorial, next to the site were he vanquished the beasts that threatened the lands.
A year had passed since the Daemons defeat. Merissa and Elissa had chosen to stay at the castle, in service of Tarim. In return, Tarim made Merissa High Commander of the Daemonhunters, and Elissa her advisor. Even after a year after Teylorn death, Elissa still could not forget that night.
It was spring in the lands; fresh grass had grown around the city grounds. The sun shining the first of the day’s light. Elissa was knelt beside Teylorn memorial; a white lily placed on the foot of the statue. Merissa walked up towards Elissa. She was singing. The melody was familiar. It was the same song she sung to Teylorn the day she met him. A single tear cascaded down her beautiful face. “He died a hero.” Merissa spoke softly.
“I know, it’s just…he never knew how much I loved him!” Elissa stood up and walked with Merissa towards the castle. She looked back…and wished he was still alive.