Tuesday, June 15, 2004

THE ADVENTURES OF WEAVER: Chapter Three. The Damnation Game
Weaver stood silent. he could not belive his brother was Commander Jaylew Darkblade. the same comander who led the attack on his village, was his brother.

"How...is that possabe?" Weaver asked, trying to keep his anger behind clenched teeth.

"you and your Brother have the same father. his name was Malus Darkblade."

"so, now my brother is following in our fathers footsteps, right?"

Weavers Grandfather looked at him. he then opened his mouth to speak.

"what i am about to tell you, is an event that took place, 150 years ago."

Weaver nodded his head, and sat himself down to listen a bit more to the story of his past

"i'll listen a bit more, but the minute your lips stop moving, i'm off to find my brother and kill him."

"if thats what you wish to do..."

there was a moments silence. then, his Grandfather spoke.

"300 years ago, the dark elfs arrived on our land. 150 years later, they attacked our village. they killed many people, and the commander raped your Mother. the commander was Malus Darkblade.

9 years, later, your mother gave birth to unidentical twins. they were you and your Brother. the newly elected elder, decided that your Mother could keep only one child, due to the fact that you were both the son's of our new enemy, and that the decision would be based on what your first words would be. when that time came, your firs word was "Anger". this didn't impress the elder much, but when it came to Jaylew, his first word was "Melkiah", which is the name of the dark elf god. your brother was banished from the forest, and was sent to the dark elf city.

now, 50 years ago, your brother rode into the Village, pushed a cold dead body off his horse on the floor, and said, 'a present from the man that stands before you. the man who you disowend.' he smiled a heroic, triumphant, smile, and then rode off. it was Commander Malus Darkblade's body.

which brings us up to dade. your brother lead an attack on the village, because the city wants to expand. something is wrong with your brother, though. he was a hero when he bought Malus Darkblade's body, and now, ha has become something else."

Weaver looked at his Grandfather for more awnsers.

"Do you know why Jaylew has done this?" Weaver asked

"...i do not" his Grandfather said





"...then i'll ask him myself" Weaver said with confidence ringing in his voice.

Weaver picked his sword up off the floor, shethed it, and made his way to the door.

"Weaver, your Brother wasn't born evil. remember that."

Weaver had stoped at the door for that moment, when his Grandfather showed that he wasn't going to give up in Jaylew, who was also his grandson. and at that moment, Weaver spoke with the first cherful tone he had expresed since reawakening.

"Grandfather, i won't give up on Jaylew. One way or another, i will bring him back to our side"

Weaver left the house. Waiting by the tree just opposie the house, was Essence, waiting for him. Weaver had never taken the time to completlly look at her. She was wearing a long blue skirt, a white blouse, and had light brown hair. and as Weaver aproched her, her face became more and more beutiful.

"Essence, take me home. i need to prepare myself." he said to her in gentel tones.

"What for?" her tone asked an in innocent, worried voice

"i'm going to see...my Brother"



Essence guided Weaver home. they arrived at his house that was deep in the forest. as Weaver walked in, he felt warmth flow over him, and little memories of times he had in his house came back to him, but gentely this time, and Weaver smiled, he now knew where everything was now. and within a few minutes, had equipted himself to everything he needed. three Daggers, a potion, a rope and hook, a ball and chain, a short bow, and fourty arrows. all he needed was one more thing.

"Essence...if i never come back, promise you won't come looking for me."

Essence looked him in the eyes.

"i don't need to promise...i know you'll come back"

Essence reached up to him and kissed him. a kiss which made the trees the wind, the moon and the stars, all feel insignificant to Weaver. as they broke away, they looked in eachothers eyes once more, and stood for a moment that lasted for ever...






Then Weaver walked towards the dark elf city, knowing that he had something to come back to.






Weaver made his way to the dark elf city. he stood on a hill that over looked the city. it was surounded by a large black gate, green and black smoke swam in the sky from the chimnny tops. an errie, green, polluting smell came from the city. of all buildings, one of them stood out from the others. it was tall, and littered with balconies, and gargoyles. the only similaraty it shared with the other buildings was the colour.



black



"Well, i guess that where i'm going." Weaver said to him self, and walked onwards to the city








meanwhile in the tall, dark, building, where a jade statue of an elven man holding the bleeding heart of a man, resides in the room...

"Commander Jaylew, you have done well...the woods are in cahos, and nothing can stop us now..." said a voice coiming from the statue.

"yes my god...anyone who tries to stop us now...will have to face me...A Gauntlet of skills that i have only seen on man over come...and he no longer has a name to call his own..." Said Jaylew

"Don't be so sure...he is on his way as we speak"said the voice

"Then he will be the first to play My Damnation Game"






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