Post by Kira Yamato on Aug 25, 2012 0:59:00 GMT -6
The two men stood on opposite sides of the battlefield. A scene that had played out countless times before and would play out countless times again. A battle that was older than time itself and yet both sides were far from having a clear victor between them. The only sign that there was even a battle occurring between the two were the weapons they were holding. Neither had made a move towards the other and to be honest neither was in any rush to engage in this battle, but it was a necessity. One that both of them knew would eventually have to be dealt with.
The rain had soaked both of them as the field also showed signs of their long struggle. Both men were wounded and the field was soaked with blood neither in a clear condition to go on, but they both continued to push themselves. The ground out to the side held the bodies some dead, some struggling to cling to life, but blood soaked them, but all were off to the sides.
Lenega’s grip on his spear tightened slightly. He stood there looking no older then possible fifteen, his small size making him look like little more than a boy in a brown bloodstained cloak that was first worn to shield himself from the rain, but his stance, and his piercing resolve found in his eyes betrayed such thoughts from others. This was a being that had lived for ages uncounted, for millennia unnoticed. Across the infinite cosmos, his blazing red hair which served as a symbol of something brighter, like the scorching golden red found in the rebirth of a star, was something that each and every soul he knew immediately identified and found solace in; but now in this dark atmosphere, however, the usual blaze was now more comparable to the red of blood, of burnt fire that had long since faded, feeling more of an omen, a happiness and burning spirit now quelled. The pain on his face reached his piercing green eyes, but it was more than that, held more that. They held a bit of anger in them, but also pity. Pity for one that he cared so much for, yet was constantly denied. The holy light that Lenega held forever since his first birth poured from his body once more, coating him in it’s energy and warmth. ”Darius. Even you have to see this is useless!” he shouted, his spear not yet moving, but he was readying himself for the attack. How could he kill all these people? Lenega knew him, knew him more than most anyone else. He knew his reasoning behind it, but wholesale slaughter like this? It was something he couldn’t allow. He refused to allow it.
Darius remained as calm as ever. Even if he did have wounds from his clashes with Lenega thus far, he showed no sign of it. He still had work to do. Work that had to be done with such little time remaining, and Lenega stood there blocking his progress like countless times before. For that reason he needed to be eliminated. Darius slightly shifted his sword for the oncoming attack from the small rebirther, only shifting his back foot ever so slightly to adjust for it. So slightly, anyone else besides his ever eternal opponent would have missed it, but this battle had played out many countless times over millions of years and they both knew the other well. His red eyes betrayed nothing of what he was feeling. In fact, what he was feeling was more complex than what most would think simply from standing across from his rival, entwined by fate, Lenega. His silver hair cover midway down his neck. It was a bit messy simply because he could not rest to mess with it, but still it held a natural state about it, implying that at one point it had been kept. His stature indicating that he could hold his own in any situation and indeed had several times. His cold red eyes had all, but lost that sense of wonder in life. That thing that said one enjoyed it. Looking much older then his body revealed about him. And most of all, they were calculating. His stance and even the touch on his weapons said he knew more knowledge than most could ever dream of. His black shirt with the red a red striped collar was filled with blood stains from the battle already, but fortunately they blended in making them look not as exploitable. He towered over Lenega, but he knew that he was no child. In fact Lenega had taken many forms throughout the ages, but Darius’ remained the same. His look implying he was around twenty, but everything else about him pointed to years beyond reckoning. ”And tell me Lenega; how should I act this time?” he asked, but he already knew the other man’s response before he had even finished that sentence.
Lenega lunged forward moving to impale Darius with his holy spear, but Darius simply threw his sword down, deflecting the blow and then moved to cut Lenega in two; but he reacted faster. In the instant his spear was thrown aside, it had already disappeared, and in it's place, twin daggers shifted into existence through the similar light that his spear was made from. The first appearing before Darius' sword made contact, his second held in a defensive stance. He would have countered had it not been for the fact that Darius was no longer standing within range. As soon as he saw the daggers and his blow connected he was already moving backwards once again keeping on the defensive. This was not a battle he wished to engage in, and one he couldn't afford to lose. ”Don’t you want to see those you care about again? Those tied to you by your very soul!?” Lenega shouted at him, his voice cracking under the sadness he felt for this man.
Their encounters enumerated to numbers beyond counting. To say the two didn’t understand one another was a grim mistake.
Darius could laugh at the irony of it, if the words didn't strike true. But, they did, and that was why he couldn't. Why he needed an escape. Something Lenega didn't understand, but of course, how could he when he had never experienced it? Darius carefully measured him before launching forward rolling under the first dagger that came to meet him, while his sword met the second, but the assault wasn't over as a second sword appeared in his other hand, stabbing his heart. Darius quickly pulled it out, but before he could move away he felt Lenega's other dagger find it's mark in his back. He struggled away. The victor here, but not by much. It was a struggle to even remain standing, but he couldn't fall. There was no time left. His breathing was heavier as his vision blurred. ”And thats why it must be stopped.” he said firmly his voice betraying nothing as he felt Lenega's soul unweave from his very body.
Darius tried to press forward, but before he got much further he found a sword through his chest. His eyes widened slightly. So he had been right. They were here. He felt it be pulled from his chest as he seemed to fall in slow motion. He knew he had failed once again. He closed his eyes. And yet again he would have no recollection of who it was. All that work. All that effort to come so close and fail. He felt the rain wash off the blood on his face, in streaks of crimson. He heard the lightning crackle overhead, soon joined by the sound of cackling laughter, except even to him it sounded unnatural.
That was when he heard it. The voice speaking. He struggled to stay awake, despite that the fibers that made his very body screamed otherwise. That language; he hadn't known of it. He had honestly never heard of it. To be honest, the very thought of not knowing such a language was blasphemy, and was ludicrous. Darius knew many, many things about the ever expanding universe and all that inhabits it, but this was beyond his nigh infinite knowledge.
“Eslem ye feral. Eslem ye hark. Tes eslem ta esue.”
Darius silently wondered what it had meant. However, his musings wouldn't last long as a blinding, brilliant light swallowed the area. As it did so, all he could hear was the sound of unnerving laughter. Laughter, that sounded far from natural and, even to him, reached down to the roots of his very soul. So, the cycle was starting again. He had failed, despite his hard efforts. He had time for one last thought, a last comment before it all started again.
I'm sorry, Alecia.
The rain had soaked both of them as the field also showed signs of their long struggle. Both men were wounded and the field was soaked with blood neither in a clear condition to go on, but they both continued to push themselves. The ground out to the side held the bodies some dead, some struggling to cling to life, but blood soaked them, but all were off to the sides.
Lenega’s grip on his spear tightened slightly. He stood there looking no older then possible fifteen, his small size making him look like little more than a boy in a brown bloodstained cloak that was first worn to shield himself from the rain, but his stance, and his piercing resolve found in his eyes betrayed such thoughts from others. This was a being that had lived for ages uncounted, for millennia unnoticed. Across the infinite cosmos, his blazing red hair which served as a symbol of something brighter, like the scorching golden red found in the rebirth of a star, was something that each and every soul he knew immediately identified and found solace in; but now in this dark atmosphere, however, the usual blaze was now more comparable to the red of blood, of burnt fire that had long since faded, feeling more of an omen, a happiness and burning spirit now quelled. The pain on his face reached his piercing green eyes, but it was more than that, held more that. They held a bit of anger in them, but also pity. Pity for one that he cared so much for, yet was constantly denied. The holy light that Lenega held forever since his first birth poured from his body once more, coating him in it’s energy and warmth. ”Darius. Even you have to see this is useless!” he shouted, his spear not yet moving, but he was readying himself for the attack. How could he kill all these people? Lenega knew him, knew him more than most anyone else. He knew his reasoning behind it, but wholesale slaughter like this? It was something he couldn’t allow. He refused to allow it.
Darius remained as calm as ever. Even if he did have wounds from his clashes with Lenega thus far, he showed no sign of it. He still had work to do. Work that had to be done with such little time remaining, and Lenega stood there blocking his progress like countless times before. For that reason he needed to be eliminated. Darius slightly shifted his sword for the oncoming attack from the small rebirther, only shifting his back foot ever so slightly to adjust for it. So slightly, anyone else besides his ever eternal opponent would have missed it, but this battle had played out many countless times over millions of years and they both knew the other well. His red eyes betrayed nothing of what he was feeling. In fact, what he was feeling was more complex than what most would think simply from standing across from his rival, entwined by fate, Lenega. His silver hair cover midway down his neck. It was a bit messy simply because he could not rest to mess with it, but still it held a natural state about it, implying that at one point it had been kept. His stature indicating that he could hold his own in any situation and indeed had several times. His cold red eyes had all, but lost that sense of wonder in life. That thing that said one enjoyed it. Looking much older then his body revealed about him. And most of all, they were calculating. His stance and even the touch on his weapons said he knew more knowledge than most could ever dream of. His black shirt with the red a red striped collar was filled with blood stains from the battle already, but fortunately they blended in making them look not as exploitable. He towered over Lenega, but he knew that he was no child. In fact Lenega had taken many forms throughout the ages, but Darius’ remained the same. His look implying he was around twenty, but everything else about him pointed to years beyond reckoning. ”And tell me Lenega; how should I act this time?” he asked, but he already knew the other man’s response before he had even finished that sentence.
Lenega lunged forward moving to impale Darius with his holy spear, but Darius simply threw his sword down, deflecting the blow and then moved to cut Lenega in two; but he reacted faster. In the instant his spear was thrown aside, it had already disappeared, and in it's place, twin daggers shifted into existence through the similar light that his spear was made from. The first appearing before Darius' sword made contact, his second held in a defensive stance. He would have countered had it not been for the fact that Darius was no longer standing within range. As soon as he saw the daggers and his blow connected he was already moving backwards once again keeping on the defensive. This was not a battle he wished to engage in, and one he couldn't afford to lose. ”Don’t you want to see those you care about again? Those tied to you by your very soul!?” Lenega shouted at him, his voice cracking under the sadness he felt for this man.
Their encounters enumerated to numbers beyond counting. To say the two didn’t understand one another was a grim mistake.
Darius could laugh at the irony of it, if the words didn't strike true. But, they did, and that was why he couldn't. Why he needed an escape. Something Lenega didn't understand, but of course, how could he when he had never experienced it? Darius carefully measured him before launching forward rolling under the first dagger that came to meet him, while his sword met the second, but the assault wasn't over as a second sword appeared in his other hand, stabbing his heart. Darius quickly pulled it out, but before he could move away he felt Lenega's other dagger find it's mark in his back. He struggled away. The victor here, but not by much. It was a struggle to even remain standing, but he couldn't fall. There was no time left. His breathing was heavier as his vision blurred. ”And thats why it must be stopped.” he said firmly his voice betraying nothing as he felt Lenega's soul unweave from his very body.
Darius tried to press forward, but before he got much further he found a sword through his chest. His eyes widened slightly. So he had been right. They were here. He felt it be pulled from his chest as he seemed to fall in slow motion. He knew he had failed once again. He closed his eyes. And yet again he would have no recollection of who it was. All that work. All that effort to come so close and fail. He felt the rain wash off the blood on his face, in streaks of crimson. He heard the lightning crackle overhead, soon joined by the sound of cackling laughter, except even to him it sounded unnatural.
That was when he heard it. The voice speaking. He struggled to stay awake, despite that the fibers that made his very body screamed otherwise. That language; he hadn't known of it. He had honestly never heard of it. To be honest, the very thought of not knowing such a language was blasphemy, and was ludicrous. Darius knew many, many things about the ever expanding universe and all that inhabits it, but this was beyond his nigh infinite knowledge.
“Eslem ye feral. Eslem ye hark. Tes eslem ta esue.”
Darius silently wondered what it had meant. However, his musings wouldn't last long as a blinding, brilliant light swallowed the area. As it did so, all he could hear was the sound of unnerving laughter. Laughter, that sounded far from natural and, even to him, reached down to the roots of his very soul. So, the cycle was starting again. He had failed, despite his hard efforts. He had time for one last thought, a last comment before it all started again.
I'm sorry, Alecia.
