The Re-Awakening of the Raynian Prince
Sly, and
Roux find themselves back on planet Rayne, the green light of the moon shown
that before them stood just a sliver, of Thorum’s undead army. A sliver, in
which was one hundred thousand strong. The two felt weak at the sight of the
fallen. As though their soul had been ripped from their bodies at the mere
sight of what was Thorum’s true strength, his undead slaves. All of these poor
people forced to walk among the living, long after they had passed on, by
Thorum’s armies before, now they are nothing but his slaves. Above the undead
was Thorum himself, floating atop, perched on a rock, still his face was
hidden. They could feel his satisfaction without being able to see his face,
they knew he was smiling.
“Ha…ha-ha-ha!”
Sly belched a laugh at the full view of what stood in front of him. Roux looked
at him with disgust; he knew they could never compete against an army of this
magnitude.
“Your
laughing!? Don’t you get it…this is the end you fool! The powers you were given
are near gone, and I am almost completely drained. How can you laugh at a time
like this!?” Snapped Roux as Sly continued to laugh.
“Oh…you
know, because it’s the end.” Sly said, as he caught his breath. He glanced over
at Roux and realized that Roux had aged at least three times more as he tried
to heal himself. “Those powers of his sure do take a toll.” He thought as he
stood up straight. He glanced into the distance, hoping to find a way to
survive this battle…but the numbers lie heavy against them, and he knew it, he
never was one to deny when the chips were against him. “Stop trying to heal yourself
Roux, it’s not going to make a difference. Save your strength and hope we make
it out of here alive…but in truth I think only one of us will. Laraniss…I’m
sorry I couldn’t resurrect you and help you reclaim your people…I’m afraid that
they are all gone anyway. They are standing in front of me.”
Roux
finally realized that the shimmering green light, wasn’t the moon at all…it was
the aura’s of all of the Raynian people…Thorum truly was made of pure evil. He
turned the Prince’s people into an undead army and he now forces them to fight
against their once beloved Prince…he was supposed to be their savior. He shot a
cold glance at Thorum as he hovered above the battle field, safe and sound. Roux
began to flood with anger, he had no allegiances to these people, but still he
knew that this was wrong. Thorum sits back as these poor people are forced to
do his bidding, never feeling eternal rest even though they are long gone.
“Why
don’t you fight us yourself Thorum!? You’re a coward sitting all cozy up there
with no one to challenge you!” Roux yelled. He couldn’t help himself, his rage
had taken him over, and Thorum had to be stopped. Sly looked over at Roux with
wide eyes. He had never seen Roux act this way, usually he was cool and
collected…maybe it was because his powers were nearly gone, usually he can make
a problem go away, just by thinking of it being gone. That is what makes his
power special after all. Sly smiled again; perhaps they had finally become
friends.
“Yeah, you’re
nothing but a…” Sly couldn’t finish his sentence; he suddenly realized that
Thorum was coming over to them. He was swept with fear again.
“Sly,
I’m going to try and take him out with the last bit of power that I have, you
try to get out of here, you need to bring the Prince back, and it’s the only
chance of taking this guy down once and for all.” Whispered Roux as he snapped
his fingers and two giant fists formed around him. This must have taken a lot
of strength, because Roux quickly aged ahead at least another ten years. Seeing
how he was only a few years older than Sly, and now he looked to be near sixty
rather than his usual mid twenties. It
was then, that Sly figured it out, right then as he watched Roux age before his
very eyes. He knew what the key to reviving the Prince was. That is why they
needed the Dragon, and the Life blade. The swords of life and death forged by
the first gods themselves.
“Roux…I’ve
got an idea, but you’re not gonna like it.” Sly said as he lifted the two
swords.
“Well
you had better say it quick, because he’s coming over here.” Replied Roux, as
Thorum floated towards them…they could finally catch a glimpse of his eyes.
They were black…as if in a story, the eyes of true evil, black…nothingness. His
eyes alone struck fear in them, their stomachs’ in knots. Thorum was hovering
directly above them, his cloak fluttering in the wind. He leapt from his stone
and slowly fell to the ground, landing with a subtle “tick” and there he stood.
Thorum himself; the Demon ruler of Planet Rega. He removed his hood to reveal
his face. It was then they had finally laid eyes on him. He was short in stature
but his presence alone made him seem like a giant before them. He had mid
length gray hair and a round face with a short chin, but a nose that had a
large scar on it. His face had almost no color, yet it was gray, with dark
cracks that seemed like wrinkles at first glance. There was almost no shred of
human features left in him. He was the demon now…at least in his looks.
“You…you’re
so…short! Hahaha!” Roux couldn’t help himself; the demon king that stood in
front of him was nothing like what he had imagined. “Where are your horns?” Roux
grabbed his stomach as he laughed and lowered his head, trying to catch his
breath, he raised his head again, to find Thorum standing less than an inch
away, and he looked into those cold dark eyes and instantly returned to feeling
nothing but fear. Thorum quickly, in an instant, grabbed him by the throat and
lifted him off of the ground.
“Do I
still seem short now?” Thorum finally spoke, his voice was odd. It seemed as if
there were three voices fighting to speak together, but a deep cracking one
came out. Sly stood wide eyed as he watched his companion being lifted off of
the ground as if he were nothing. He decided that it was now or never to act.
He leapt forward towards Thorum, as Roux kicked his legs trying to get free.
Sly threw the Dragon blade towards him in hopes of catching him off guard; the
sword pierced him in the chest. Thorum now stood with a sword in his chest,
un-phased and still holding Roux above him. It was as if he didn’t even notice,
as Sly made his way towards them Thorum shot a cold stare, and rose his hand, a
large wall of stone rose from the ground directly in front of Sly. He didn’t
have time to avoid it instead he went through it with a “CRUNCH” the wall came
down, and Sly fell to the ground and rolled. Sly found himself at Thorum’s
feet. He wasn’t sure if he had rolled there, or if Thorum came to him. He was
still holding Roux by his throat, but he was dragging him across the ground now,
his nails digging into Roux’s throat.
“So, you
want to play too?” Thorum said as he lunged over Sly, the sword still in his
chest. This time a different voice came out, this one was higher and more
mischievous. Suddenly, Roux manifested a
shark around him and the shark bit Thorum’s shoulder, releasing him from his
grasp. “OWW! It bit us!” Thorum screamed in pain. What was going on? Just a
moment ago, he took the most powerful sword, a sword forged by gods directly to
the chest, and didn’t even notice. But that hurt him? Roux didn’t stop to think
about what was happening; as usual he chose to act directly. Roux charged
straight for Thorum, again creating two giant fists around his hands, he swung
his arms towards Thorum, and the fists leapt forward directly toward him,
Thorum was much too fast though, using his powers to control elements, the
ground below him lifted up and flung him into the air, and in mid air, he rose
his arms above his head and formed a large ball of fire; he flung the ball
directly at Roux. Roux acted as quickly as he could, but it wasn’t fast enough.
He formed a shield in front of him, but when the ball made contact, the shield
shattered, jettisoning Roux onto his back.
Sly rose himself up, he had no
feeling in his left arm, but his determination made him able to refuse to stay
down. He called upon every bit of energy that the Prince had given him and his
Aura slowly began to engulf him, his eyes changing from their usual soulfully
beautiful light green, to a dark and powerful red. Roux tried to roll over, but
he was drained, he had used nearly all of his years(his power) and was now
nothing but skin and bone, an old man, near death, he was done. All he could do
was turn his head, and to his surprise he witnessed as Sly began to change. His
body began to transform, his muscles bulged, and his short red hair began to
grow to mid length and turned to black in color.
“It’s
not possible…how could he be transforming?” Roux thought. Raynians were known
for being a warrior race not only for their thirst for battle, but where their
true strength lay was their ability to transform their bodies and become
stronger, much stronger. As the ground began to shake and the sky darkened, in
a bright red flash of light, Sly came back into view. He had somehow transformed
into an “Elite”, the ultimate form of a Raynian Warrior. “Could the Prince
still be feeding him some of his power? Yes! That is the only explanation for
his being able to transform like that, even though he has no true Raynian blood
flowing through his veins…I’ve only heard stories of the Elite Raynians…it’s
incredible.” Roux said.
As the
smoke cleared, Sly appeared into view; one arm dead, but the rest of him much
more powerful. He stared at Thorum. Thorum seemed surprised, but he managed to
smirk, and at that moment Sly vanished. Roux tried to search but his body
forbade it, he looked at Thorum, and there he was. Sly stood inches from
Thorum, looking down at the Demon; still smirking, as if this were a part of
his plan. Sly reached for his sword that
was still imbedded in Thorum’s chest, and slowly pulled it from him. Thorum
allowed this; it was an odd sort of interaction between the two with no words.
As he pulled his blade from the Demon, Thorum looked up at Sly, and finally
looked into his eyes. His new red eyes of the Elite were piercing, and then,
Thorum stuck his tongue out at him as if he were a child trying to be playful.
Sly was taken aback; he took his sword and threw it into the air behind him.
The sword flew through the air then fell and pierced the ground, directly next
to Roux’s hand. Surprised, Roux used the sword to pull himself up to his feet.
When he looked at them again, Sly was gone! Even Thorum had lost sight of him,
he looked in all directions, then used the ground at his feet to cover his body
like armor.
“I just
had an interesting conversation with the Prince.” Roux’s heart jumped to find
that Sly was standing next to him.
“Don’t
do that! Can’t you see I’m an old man now?” He said with a laugh. But Sly
didn’t laugh back. “What’s the matter? Look at you, you’ve transformed into an
Elite without being Raynian…does this mean I can do that!?” He replied with
excitement.
“No…I’m
not fully transformed. This is Laraniss’ power. He gave it to me so that we
could survive this. I figured out how to revive him…but he won’t let me, that
is why he gave me this power.” Sly said.
“What
the hell? Isn’t that why we’re here? What, is he scared?” Asked Roux.
“No, he
doesn’t want me to die for him.” A tear shed down his cheek as he answered.
“Die? I
thought he gave you that power to survive!?” Replied Roux with dismay.
“He did;
WATCH OUT HERE HE COMES!!” Thorum had grown tired of this conversation, after
seeing Sly’s new powers come to light, he wanted to test them, and was charging
at them with a full head of steam. Not only was his body covered in stone
armor, but his hands were now engulfed in flames, but with a red flash he was
met by Sly’s foot to the right side of his face. He took the blow as if a bug
had bit him. Annoyed, he grabbed Sly by the ankle and slammed him into the
ground, which had formed a hole under him, and covered him like a coffin. Thorum
then formed a new ball of fire with both hands and was aiming at were Sly was
covered by the ground. With a loud explosion Sly flew from stone ground into
the air. The explosion sent Thorum flying backwards landing at the feet of his
undead army. His loyal minions made their way to help their master up. Sly
hovered above them, and before they had the chance to help Thorum, they were
blown away by a large red ball of energy. He turned and flew back to Roux.
“Listen,
before he has a chance to get up. You have to take my life.” Said Sly as he
helped Roux up by placing his arm around his neck.
“You
really need to explain this, I’m not going to take your life force to save
myself, and we’re in this together!!” Snapped Roux.
“There
isn’t time, you’re just going to have to trust me, I don’t like it either, but
it’s the only way.” Sly snapped back. Roux looked up at his friend, and could
see in his eyes, he had a plan, and there was no other way…he realized that
this whole time, he had been crying…mid battle.
“Fine…what
do I have to do then?” Roux agreed with hesitation.
“Use the
Dragon Blade to take my life force for yourself.” He said as he reached behind
him and manifested the Life Blade. “Then plunge the Life Blade into my chest.
Alongside the Dragon Blade, it’s imperative that they are both in my chest,
otherwise it won’t work. Thorum had finally risen back to his feet, and had
them both in his sights now.
“Exactly
what are you two planning?” They hadn’t been paying attention to Thorum, he
made his way to them and was now standing in front of them. He was different
again; this new voice, seemed…human. “You’re not planning on reviving that
ignorant Prince are you? Now that would just ruin my day, and I was having a
very good day!!” As he spoke a wall of flames surrounded them. The heat from
the fire stung as they stood in awe of this new part of Thorum. He reached for
the Dragon Blade, but it shocked him, as if it were rejecting him.
“That
sword chooses who wields it. No matter how hard you try, you can’t pick it up.”
Said Sly as Roux picked up the Dragon Blade. “Now Roux, DO IT!!”
“I’ll
finish this Sly!!” Yelled Roux as he plunged into Sly’s chest with the Dragon
Blade. Using his powers to pull Sly’s life force into him, as Roux aged
backwards, becoming younger, Sly aged forward, becoming older, slowly dying.
Roux was now able to stand on his own two feet, by taking Sly’s life force he
had now become many times more powerful than he had ever been. He picked up the
Life Blade from Sly’s clenched hand, and raised it into the air, but before he
had the chance to finish the ritual Thorum had grabbed him by the wrist. He had
to hover on a stone to reach high enough.
“I will
not allow you to ruin everything that I have built on this day, I am the
strongest, and I deserve to rule over everything and everyone!!” Bellowed
Thorum. Before he had a chance to finally kill Roux, suddenly the Prophet
appeared! Grabbing Thorum and pulling him to the ground.
“Your
breaking the rules Thorum! And I cannot allow that!” “The Prophet” yelled as he
pulled Thorum to the ground. Thorum engulfed himself in flames in an attempt to
break free, but “the Prophet” held on, he refused to let go. Roux stared as
this happened, almost forgetting what had to be done. Sly slowly began to fade
away, nothing but skin and bone, with a sword in his chest; he began to cough
up blood. Thorum refused to give up; he manipulated the ground at Roux’s feet
to grab his hands and feet and pull him to the ground.
“I’ll
kill you all!” yelled the first voice of Thorum.
“Stop
him! Stop him! Now! Now!” yelled the second voice. Just then, someone appeared,
as he came to the battlefield floating on a rock just as Thorum had before, the
third voice spoke again.
“Ryoone,
help me son.” Said the third voice. Ryoone, Thorum’s eldest son was the one
floating on the rock. The same Ryoone who had enslaved Laraniss inside of Sly
all those years ago. He looked at Sly, Roux, Thorum and “the Prophet”.
“No
father, I am not your puppet any longer.” Said Ryoone as he rose his hand, and
the stone that had trapped Roux released him. Roux didn’t ask questions this time,
he didn’t have any time left, and he quickly picked up the Life Blade and
plunged it into Sly. As the sword burrowed into his a chest, a white light
erupted from Sly’s lifeless body, blinding everyone in the area, they struggled
to keep their eyes open. Thorum in stubborn fashion refused to give up. He
finally got the prophet off of him and jumped to his feet. He slammed his hands
into the ground and a large stone, the size of a small island, leapt from the
ground, and fell directly on top of where the light was coming from, Roux
barely made it out of the way.
The
white light was pure energy, it cut through the stone like butter. In another
flash it was gone. They looked on in astonishment to see nothing. Then suddenly
there was an explosion of energy, they were all flung backwards, they looked
again to see a white ball of energy this time, floating over Sly’s body. Slowly
it began to take the shape of a person. Starting with the feet, then the legs,
torso, arms, neck and finally a head. The light was still too bright to see who
was there. Finally, with a gust of wind the smoke cleared, and there he was. There
stood a young man with green eyes, and long brown spiky hair that flowed down
to his shoulders, he was tall, and his presence was awe inspiring. The one true
prince, the last of the Raynians; Prince Laraniss had returned.
He
looked down at Sly, then to Roux, then Ryoone, “the Prophet” and finally
Thorum. Before anyone could blink, he vanished with a puff of smoke coming from
the ground that he stood. A loud “BOOM” erupted from the sky, and they saw him
again, he made his way to Ryoone. He had grabbed him by the head and was now
plunging to the ground at incredible speed. With another loud “BOOM” he slammed
Ryoone into the ground; they felt the impact in their feet as they crashed into
the earth. Ryoone was knocked unconscious immediately. Thorum jumped to his
feet, formed another floating stone then tried to escape. But he was
immediately met by Laraniss floating in front of him. He acted quickly though
using his power over all four elements created a vortex of air, water, stone,
and fire, to send the newly awakened Prince to the ground hard. When he stood
up again, Thorum was gone. Roux was so stunned by this new development, he
couldn’t move. He wasn’t sure whether to be amazed, scared, or happy. Instead
he just stood there in awe of this awesome being who struck fear into a Demon
like Thorum. Laraniss made his way over to sly, and removed the blades from his
chest.
“Did you
know that this is actually one sword?” Asked Laraniss as he looked over at
Roux. Roux was stunned…the Prince was so calm, He just displayed in incredible
amount of power, but Thorum got away, and yet…he was calm.
“N…No, I
didn’t…Sir?” Answered a stunned Roux.
“Well…it
is.” Said Laraniss. He then sheathed both swords behind his back, and turned to
Thorum’s undead army. He took a deep breath, smiled, and said. “Now it’s my
turn to have a little fun.”
The
Raynian Prince stands in front of an undead army one hundred thousand strong.
Does he plan to take them all on, on his own?
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