Darshiaâs Resurrection
Prelude
It has been a while since the Dark Age, but I do not believe that it is over yet. My name is Dartz, I was the one who eliminated the Dark Age and killed Darshia. Though, I do not believe that he is dead because when I killed him he just⦠disappeared. He was planning something⦠I donât know what but I am not going to rest until I know that he is dead.
Chapter 1
I was outside that day just messing around with my two best friends, Marcus, a huge lime green centaur. He has hooves the size of plates and his green body is big and sturdy, as that of a Clydesdale. For those of you who donât know what a centaur is here is a brief description: It has the body of a horse and where the neck starts the upper body (from the stomach up) of a human is there instead of a horse head. My other friend, Brendan, is a huge gold and black Griffon. His talons, beak, and lion end are black, and his eagle feathers are gold. He is big too, but long and lanky. And for those of you who donât know what a Griffon is here is a brief description: It has the upper body of an eagle (including wings) and the back end of a lion. Anyway, I was just messing around with Marcus, and Brendan when Marc said, âYou need to stop worrying, seriously Dartz! Darshia is dead and you know that!â Hah! Not even for a second did I believe what they said. I had to think about it but then I realized⦠it was Marcus and Brendan.
âYeah you killed him so you should be the one that knows heâs dead!â Brendan chimed in.
âYes⦠I know,â I replied not being a man of many words. I was in deep thought; I had been feeling his presence for a while. It was disturbing to me, after a while I said, âI know I should stop worrying but I canât help but think he is still alive. I feel his presence everywhere! He never leaves.â
âUghh, would it make you feel better if we went to where you killed him?â asked Marc, he sounded irritated when he said it but I told him yes. After we had gathered our things I hopped on Marcusâs back and threw the saddlebags on Brendan.
âThe quicker we can get going the quicker we can get back here. So lets go!â Said Brendan taking off into the air.
Chapter 2
He hated carrying the bags but he was the best personâ¦Uh⦠Griffon for the job, he was too lanky and skinny to carry me. As Brendan took off so did Marc, and without warning too, I almost fell off! Luckily I grabbed his shoulders before I did. Once I got my balance I let go and sat letting the wind caress my face.
At noon we stopped for a lunch brake. I took the saddlebags off of Brendan and dug through them looking for the Ale and bread.
âWhyâ¦.â Marc said as I was starting to dig deeper with my head in the bags, âAre we doing this?â
âWell, I donât exactly want the Dark Age again!â I said as my voice echoed in the bag, âAha!â I exclaimed as I took out the Bread and Ale. We sat eating silently. Then, Brendan piped up, âHey guys shouldnât we be on our way? I mean we want to be there by morning right?â
âWell, I guess youâre right we best pack up,â Marcus agreed as he started packing the bags. When he was done I threw the bags on Brendan again and he took off. So did Marc, I ran after him frantically trying to catch up. After about ten minutes of this I finally caught up to him and I hopped on his back laughing, âI havenât run like that in a while!â
âYeah, Cause your lazy thatâs why!â Marcus replied.
They rode into the night, and I fell asleep on Marcusâs broad back. At dawn I awoke with a start. I opened my eyes and saw Brendanâs big beak in my face. I shoved it away and got up. âI donât need your big beak face in my face when I wake up Brendan!â I mumbled to him quietly.
When I got a good look at the scenery I gasped. It was like a wasteland. I rubbed my eyes and walked around trying to find Darshiaâs Grave. The other two followed reluctantly.
I walked for a bit and tripped over a rock. I got up dusting myself off and looking at what I tripped over⦠It was his Grave. I was satisfied, but still the presence of him was stronger there than any other place I had been to.
Chapter 3
All of a sudden I fell backwards. His Grave was glowing and an evil laugh emitted from the ground, âHa, ha, ha, ha, ha! Thought you killed me eh, old friend?â said the voice of Darshia. Soon, a hand came out of the rock then another followed by an arm and then a torso. Soon Darshia was standing in front of me holding his sword, Soul Edge.
âI knew it! You are alive!!â I yelled drawing my own sword, Soul Calibur, âMarcus, Brendan get back! This is between me and him,â I yelled to my friends not wanting them to get hurt. It had started to rain and was coming down in white piercing sheets. Marc and Brendan, backed away into a dry cave sitting down to watch.
I got into my fighting stance, as did he. Soul Calibur started glowing a bright green and Soul Edge a bright red. Darshia slashed at my arm when I wasnât paying attention and left a deep mark, âThatâll leave a scar donât you think Dartz, my old friend?â mocked Darshia. I gathered myself together and leaped, so did Darshia. I slashed his chest and he roared in pain and anger. Rain stung my wound as I removed my shirt. I leaped at Darshia again but he countered the attack sending me sprawling to the ground. I got up and leaped again this time hitting him in the right arm. Darshia fell in agony, as I walked up to him he lifted his sword. I knew what he was going to do. Right away I shoved my sword into the ground doing a one-handed-hand-stand on the hilt. Darshiaâs sword clanged against mine a second after I had got on the sword, âThat is the oldest trick in the book! Do you think I would have let you cut of my legs?â I said to him sarcastically.
I pulled Soul Calibur out of the ground and stepped on Darshiaâs chest, âDo not underestimate the power of an elf!â I said shoving my sword into his heart.
He sputtered and coughed up blood. Then lay still, I then walked to go get my friends as a sharp pain entered my back. Darshia was still alive! I quickly grabbed my bow and took and arrow from my quiver. I aimed and shot knocking him to the ground. It was done and I had finally killed Darshia. I felt his presence no more.
I picked up my shirt from the patch of grass it landed on and dusted off. I went into the cave and gave it to Marcus. He tied it around my wound and I felt a lot better. He also stitched up the long slash mark on my back. We did not talk, as I sat down to rest Brendan offered me some bread and Ale and I ate and drank, âYou have done it my friend!â said Marc after a while. He walked over to me and ruffled my hair. Brendan nuzzled my face with his beak and smiled. I hoped on Marcus and we were off, back to our home.
After a while I said, âSEE!!! I told you he wasnât dead! That is the last time I listen to you two about those things!â
Lol. This is a story I based on my imagination and the characters are you, Slifer (Dartz), and couple of my guy friends (Marc and Brendan).
I sit in the cold dark night...Alone in this world...No friends...No family...Death looks through my window and I accept it...A darkness so sweet...It fills my body with evil and greed... I rule you...I am the darkness inside of you...Don't fight it...