Sunday, August 22, 2004

THE ADVENTURES OF WEAVER Chapter five: evil in a mask of elven flesh
Weaver knew there was no way out of this, but despite knowing this, he continued to try and get free. however, the knive was hovering above his stomoch, and the other two witches held him down. there was no escape for Weaver.

Weaver watched the knife, as it mocked him. it stayed in the air for a moment, the witch holding the knife tightend her grip around the handle, and then...

"Stop right there!"

Weaver and the witches looked up towards the skylight, and saw a man draped in a dark torn black hooded robe, his mouth and face covered by a piece of fabric. The witch with the knife whent so plunge it into Weaver's stomoch, but the black robed man threw at her, a knife of his own. it embeded itself into her hand, and she threw her knife into the air, and fell bacwards. the knife landed next to Weaver's head. this was his chance.

the dark robed man was fighting the three witchs, but not too well, for he was one man against three powerful forces. Weaver struggled to get his arm free, and succeded. he grabed the knife and hacked away at his bonds. after cutting himself free, he drew his sword, and threw the knife at the white haited witch, hitting her in the shoulder.

"leave that man alone!"

Weaver shouted

"your battle is with me now!"

Weaver stood ready. the white haired witch pulled the knife from her sholder, and charged at Weaver, full of fury. however, the black robed man appeared infront of Weaver, grabed his shoulder, and muttered a spell under his breath.

"Disappear"

suddenlly there was a white flash, and they both dissapeared.




when the white flash dissapeared, Weaver wasnt in the alter room anymore. he wasnt even indoors. his slowly eyes ajusted to the enviroment around him. he was on top of the tower he was trying to climb.

"Jaylew!"

he turned around to look for him, but was greeted by the cloaked man who saved him just moments ago.

"your looking for your brother, correct?"

Weaver was confused as to how he knew. he was confused further by the fact this man was a dark elf

"why did you help me? and how did you know i was after my brother?"

"...are you prepared to meet him?"

Weaver drew his sword

"where is he?"

there was a moment of silence

"...WHERE IS HE!?"

"...revial"

the man placed his hands together, and there was another white flash, but Weaver didn't feel like he was moving anywhere. the white flash faded once more, and Weaver slowly opened his eyes. Weaver stood in shock, for standing where the man in robes was, stood Jaylew Darkblade

"so...do you plan on using that sword?"

Weaver's grip around the sword tightened. he's emotions built up inside him. his anger for Jaylew was built on the death of many of his fellow villagers, the ruined trees, the near death experiance of his love. all these emotions that had gathered within the moment he woke up in the battle field, to this moment now, had been hatered for his brother without him realizing. Weaver held his sword above his head and without second thought, attempted to bring the blade down upon his brother. however, Jaylew, from nowhere, brought his sword up to protect his head. as the blades were grinding against eachother, Weaver stared his brother in the face. soon, Weaver realised that Jaylew was holding no hatered for him. instead of brining his sword around to make another attack, Weaver continued to stare his brother in the eyes, and asked.

"why did you attack the forest?"

Jaylew looked back into Weaver's eyes. then without Weaver noticing, he took Weaver's sword arm, and twisted his arm around. the twist caused so much pain to Weaver, he had no choice but to rool onto the floor, and drop his sword. as he rolled to his feet, he pulled out his bow, and quicker than he had ever done before, slid an arrow into his bow, and shot at his brother. Jaylew, however, knocked the arrow out of the way with his hand.Jaylew opened his mouth to speak again

"it wasn't me..."

"what?"

"lower your bow..."

Weaver was reluctent to lower his bow. he know that if he was the one who attacked the village, he would be left defencelss

"lower your bow, Weaver..."

this was the first time Weaver heard Jaylew speak his name. Weaver felt more enclined to lower his bow now. if Jaylew knew his name, then Jaylew must have wanted something from Weaver. then again, he may have just wanted to know his enemy. but Weaver was now prepared to take the risk. slowly, he lowered his bow to the floor.

"Thank you....i know the reason your hear. your hear to get your past back."

"no."

"your not? then why are you hear?"

"...what happened to you, Brother?"

there was scilence for a moment. then, Jaylew spoke

"you were the lucky one Weaver."

"what are you saying?"

"...i have enhereted nearly everything from our father, that has outcasted me from the forest, to live a dark elf life...right down to the demon that posesed him."

"a demon?"

"the deamon, called Bloodnaught. because of this demon, i can rarely sleep at night. whenever my mind is left blank, this son of the devil himself takes over my body..."

"so, it was you, but it wasn't you in control"

"exactlly...Weaver, please forgive me..."

there was scilence once more

"...many innocent villagers were killed, our trees have been torn down, and my love has faced a near death experience at your hand...yet none of this was your fault, and you ask for forgiveness?"

"wh-what are you saying?"

"i'm going to help you, Brother. i'm going to find a cure to punish that demond inside you"

"Weaver...why?"

"your my brother. thats why"

"Weaver...Thank you...i would come with you, but...UURRGG!!!"

Jaylew lurched over, as if he was sick. Weaver was shocked at this sudden movement. he moved closer to his brother, to try and help him

"Jaylew?! Jaylew!! what is it?!"

suddenly, Jaylew droped his sword, and slamed his palm, onto Weaver's neck, tightening his fingers around his neck

"Weaver...i'm...sorry...attack...me..."

"J-Jaylew! what...are you doing!?"

Weaver looked into his brother's eyes, and saw them glowing red. out of fear, Weaver kicled at the face of his brother, but it had no effect. Jaylew threw Weaver against the wall. Weaver was gasping for air, and Jaylew armed his sword. Weaver quickly dived for his, and swung it. however, Jaylew cut straight through Weaver's sword. stuned at the strength that he was fighting against, Weaver had no time to react, as Jaylew wraped his fingers around Weaver's face, and held him up.

"B-Bloodnaught..."

Weaver then pushed his feet against the ossesed Jaylew, and broke free from his grip. however, Weaver fell over the side of the tower, and was heading towards the ground at an increcing speed. there was just one chance for Weaver to get it right. Quickly, Weaver took the grappling hook from his bag, and threw it towards one of the tower gargoyles. the rest, was up to pure luck.

and luck, played its part.the hook latched onto the gargoyle, and at the speed Weaver was falling, it gave him enough speed and dictace to jump the town wall, and into the moat. Weaver cut the rope with all that was left from his broken sword, and went straight over the wall, into the moat. the current of the moat took him away to a lake, where Weaver swam to the shore.

he was safe, and he had purpose now.

"My memory may be gone...but i will not live in the past, for the future, is where i intend to continue my life. i must get back to the village, and mae immediate preperations to start my Adventure!"





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