Time of Darkness

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wlSn31-eEo

Larhan looked into Myrien's eyes.
"If you find her, tell her you more than friends to me. You were the only family I ever had."
She breathed more shakily.
"Your life was not pointless. Remember how we met. Not nothing. Maybe we will meet again, Myrien. I hope so."
She sighed.
"Oh, and Myrien? Never get raised." She shook her head. "It's not a pleasant feeling."

The blade bit into the skin of his throat.
Blood dripped out onto the floor. Myrien followed.
His hair was tinged red as he sprawled out on the floor. His dagger fell from his cold fingers.

Every single person in the caravan turned around as he gave a last, gurgling scream. Every eye opened in shock.
Then Myrien lay still.

She looked at her amulet.
"I will see you again."
Larhan started a fire.
Larhan had always felt at home with fire.

Now it was the only family she had.

One week later

"I want you to tell me, what you have been doing for the past fifty years."
"Fifty one, actually."

It was cold. Unbearably cold.
So cold that even the people who knew the cold; They were cold.
It was beyond cold.

Arcan looked into the freezing river.
"I tried drowning myself, it doesn't work." He said, looking at the group of people near him, all people who knew the name 'Arcan' with a bitter tint to it.
His teeth rattled together stupidly.
Not that he could help it.
He hadn't worn this little in so long, he had barely remembered how it felt.

There were some problems, though.

He couldn't really move, so he guessed that even if he didn't die he'd be very cold and very stuck.
He sighed.
"And I already told you, I'm not the same any more... wanting to kill someone for hurting you doesn't make things any better. I'd know."
He also knew they wern't goingto to listen.

- Bloodrose Field -
A cloaked figure appeared into the middle of the blood red field.
He looked up and chanted incantations slowly, making sure each and every word was pronounced correctly. His gnarled claws rose into the sky as his chanting became loader, a rift started to edge its way into the world, disrupting the air around it. The Portal grew steadily larger intill the Incatations stopped adruptly, the demon mage had done all he could without a Artifact. A demon rushed out of the portal, followed by three other small demons. Soon a small army had come through and the Portal closed. The Demons began to march towards a fortress nearby.[b]

-Cold place of the Blind-

Arcan's single eye watched the person stood right in front of him.
"I suppose you didn't know that I'm very fussy about my personal bubble?" He snarled.
The man sighed.
"There's no surrendering with you, is there?" He asked, before turning to someone holding a torch.
Arcan almost doubled over with laughter.
"No, no, I suppose there is not." He coughed. "Although, I havn't done any-"
He widened his eye.
"NO!"

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OOC: https://www.youtube.com/user/TharTassakahn?feature=mhum


The sun rose on blood and the sky that watched it trembled.
If only that part of him had lived to see it.
Your title, what will it be now? It cannot be red eye, can it?

"Can you see me?" Narsara asked.
"Well enough." Arcan said, exahling. "What did you do to them?"
She looked at something he couldn't feel.
Something tripped him, a branch - or... something.
"You need to do something-" Narsara caught him.
He looked at her.
What, at least, could be her.
"I, am fine," He said firmly, shrugging her off.
"Are you?" She looked at him, he could tell.
Arcan turned and met her gaze with nothing, did something she didn't understand, then turned around again.
"There is worse to come for me. I... saw it." He said.
"Stop thinking about it and look... examine, youself."
"Hmm," He clawed the metal plate and it's smashed-in surface. It had been bleeding recently, something he hadn't told Nara.
"Or, if I didn't see it..." He lifted the red orb to his face, and it cast a strange glow into where his eyes had been. "I feel it," He turned abruptly omn Narsara, almost causing her to walk into him. "do you feel that? Do you know what you have to do now?"
She could have been glaring at him, or she could have been smiling for all he knew.
"Perfactly." She held up a similar orb, only it was blue - not red, not angry.
Arcan hesitated.
"I am afraid," He said.
"You can either let him take you over, or you can risk it." Narsara told him.
"This is foul." He gave her his orb, his 'heart', if you could call it that.
Narsara shrugged.
"Life's for sharing." She muttered, holding the two things close to eachother. One of the red crystals' orbit altered, Arcan 'watched' curiously.
"So... what did you do to them?" He asked, edging a little closer to her.

Something grabbed his arm.

He sighed.
"What's the point?"
"What?" Narsara asked, looking up.
"That... was you, right?" He twisted his head to whatever, or whoever, had grabbed him.

"No. It was you." It said.

- ??????? -

The hooded Elf exited the ruins and saw the glare of a harsh sun.
She hid the Ancient Sword under her cloak and walked out of the hallway.
"So, Arcan got lost behind a collasping pile of rock and I get this sword after killing that... thing..." Nara muttered angrily.
She stopped and turned the Amethyst in her hand over before putting it away. She began moving silently again.

-place-

Arcan screeched and tried to hit his attacker, but he couldn't.
"What's the matter? What?" He hissed.
"Put him down," Narsara said weakly.
"Why?" Exodus snapped at her, his red eyes blazing like flares.
"Just don't..." She said.
Arcan laughed weakly.
"You're too late. Killing me won't to anything-"
Exodus growled and threw him at the floor.
"You can loose your tought, then." He picked him back up by the neck.
"Stop." Another voice said.
The three of them turned for a moment.
"Or what? Your father never cared about you. Why should you care what I do to him?" Exodus growled.
"Viahl?" Arcan coughed, unable to breath.
Viahl shrugged.
"Hi."
Arcan stuggled in Exodus' claw as he relived him of his knife.
"Oh come on!" He muttered.
Exodus laughed and raised it, only to have it battered out him his claw.
He dumped Arcan and turned to face Viahl.
The younger one lowered his hand.
"Last time you tried to kill me, you almost killed yourself." He said, holding a small knife.
Exodus growled.
"We'll see about that."
Narsara was looing at something else.
Arcan held a claw over his eyes and was muttering francically.
Exodus, distracted by Viahl, didn't see a pair of small red eyes flicker weakly to life on him.
Arcan blinked a few time and looked around.
He spluttered.
"This plan is flawed!" He cried, then scrambled away from Exodus' area, grabbing his knife as he did so.
Viahl threw his weapon at Exodus then fled too.
The somewhat confused ghost-like creature looked around him.
A screech made him look up. and he saw a very large creature diving at him.
"Graghawy*!" He cried, his claws skidding on the ice as he tried to back away.

Serak snapped his jaw as he hit right on top on Exodus, hoping to flame-throw him.
Something was wrong.
The Necromancer must have thought of something, the dragon thought.
A moment later the ice smashed, and the dragon ploughed on through it.
The dragon screehed as something stuck into his neck, twisted around, and tore out again.


* 'Oh S-h-*-*'

- ??????? -
Nara drew the Ancient Sword out again.
"This, it seems familiar..." She informed herself.
What is it, why was it there, why had it been guarded so fiercly, what were those creatures that Arcan didn't manage to see? She thought, finding no Answers to her questions.
"No, Nal... how could you?" She said.
"Those, they... must... of been...how did I not recognize them...?"

-Place-

Arcan's vision failed.
"What? What happened!?" He squealed.
A cloud of smoke and steam boiled up from where Serak had 'landed'.
As it settlled, Viahl and Narsara could see what Arcan could not.
"Oh..." Narsara said. "Well, you got your experiment back..."
She averted her gaze from the dragon, though.
Setting aside the lond smear of dark red blood along the ice, his injuries were extreme.
Serak's right wing was crumpled and twisted, as well as one of his legs.
It was like what might happen if a lizard fell from a great height and hit a glass pane at a bad angle.


-"I would have destroyed you master"-


Arcan's own undead finally reached the surface.
Serak bit a Frostfang undead in the face.
"I am Arcan... did you not know?" He cocked his head as his dark aura spread outwards a little.
"Arcan, you are a weak fool who was almost destroyed by the true master, by 'Frostpaw'!" Shouted Altari, Arcan noticed he was holding a unconscious Nara.


-Mathica fort, some years ago-

As you you may have guessed, Viahl didn't have the best childhood.

Arcan's "Experement" was meant for him. He'd just been waiting for it.
To cut a long story short, Viahl managed to get his father to stab himself with the stone he had very carefully created.
Cahan had burst into the room at some point, and diverted a great deal of her power to just keeping the Necromancer alive.
Arcan and Narsara had argued, she gave him a few injuries, then a large, dead, Rphat had flattened their wall.
Displeased, Arcan had 'punished' his commander - not by 'killing' him, just by un-living him.
Narsara had gone long before anyone got into the fortress, and Arcan had sealed himself in his tower.

Memories are patchy, but if you are patient, and don't try to force them... maybe, they'll come to you.

There had been a felling of pain when Arcan did wake up, guilt after that. Depression, when he left the place.
Anger so uncontrolable he'd almost killed someone back at hs old home. Shock at the fact he'd even attacked his old friend.
His claw had been shaking and he backed away from him slowly, hearing his words;
"You'll make this place a hell on earth!"

After that, he'd simply been mocked for years.

Then he was attacked by a giant spider, yes, that was memorable.
Meeting Nara again had felt odd.

- Fields -
Nara continued walking, still thinking about the beasts.
She heard a noise behind her but continued walking on, knowing that if anything attacked it would not be much of a challenge. She stopped and turned, drew her blade and threw it. It flew into a large creatures eye, she drew the ancient sword and looked around, but saw nothing else to threaten her. She continued walking and repeatly glanced behind her, still suspecting something was following her.

-Place-

They were stood near Serak now.
"This is insanity." Arcan siad, kicking a rock. His voice was wavering.
Narsara flicked her right fang.

- The place of Placeiness -

A black horse with the colour of dusk formed quite far away from Arcan, Narsara and the others. Then a cloaked figure appeared on top of it. He pulled the horses reins and moved his right hand to the horses ear and whispered something. The horse began to move very slowly towards the group, as he approached, more armour and a long blade appeared on the horseman. The horse started to move faster and faster now, it headed towards the group, the horseman threw a Shadow ball at Narsara.

-What you said-

The shadow ball send Narsara skidding a few meters.
"What was that?" Arcan asked, jumping.
Narsara groaned while Viahl looked in the direction of the horseman, then grabbed Arcan's arm and placed him near Narsara.
"Since when did you tell me when to guard you mother?" He asked, uncomfortable with the idea.
Viahl decided not to reply.

- Placeiness of Placeinesssssss -
The horse slowed down and trotted towards them.
"I am Lord Rapash, Seventh Horseman of Dusk, it has been a ordained that I take the life of one of your here, a particular one. Which is a refreshing break from my usual duties"
The horse stopped and the Horseman dismounted. He drew his sword at and looked at Arcan, Viahl and Narsara.

-What you said...?-

Viahl glared at him.
"And who would that be?"
Arcan helped Narsara to stand up, faint green eyes glowing.
"Who... are you?" She coughed, leaning on Arcan.
The Necromancer looked at Rapash.
"Hello." He said, distracted by Narsara. He blinked. "I mean... uh..."

- Placey place -
"Narsara, the council decided that she must die." He walked closer, you noticed a demonic being whispering something into his ear.
"It appears I will then be killing a elf, even if this means I am betraying my former duties" He announced. "Though I think they will thank me for that service. Blade of Darkius you say Tatan...?" He threw the demonic being to the ground. "HOW DID SHE GET THAT ITEM!" He roared angrily.
"Relics, destroyed guardian..." The Demon disappeared, the Horseman turned to the group.
"No matter, that one is weaker then you, with or without ancient blades"

Arcan raised his head to look at him.
"You'll have to kill me first..." He coughed.
Narsara looked at her attacker.
"Why? What did I do?"

- The Place -
"Your death was deemed sufficient enough to weaken Arcan Mentally, the second death will strike the largest blow I think however" He said, holding up a family Amulet showing a moon at dusk that Nara had.
"Was not very careful in those ruins was she, dropped half of her possessions there and gained a sword in return" He cackled evilly.
"Of course, I would technially be betraying my true purpose by killing her, but the council has decided she must die too" He finished, and threw a shadow ball at Narsara.

- Place -

Arcan pushed her out of the way, but the shadowball hit him, throwing him back a fair distance.
His eyes spluttered out, and he couldn't see.
"Uh..." He felt where he'd been hit. "Leave her alone." He coughed.

- Place -
"That would break my Oath to the council. I have no choice, she must die" He said quietly.
"It saddens me to have to kill them both, but it must be done, for the greater good."
He threw a shadow ball at Viahl. Then charged at him with his sword.
"However, killing one extra will not hurt"

"Leave him alone!" Arcan screamed. "Please!"
Viahl struggled to try to get up.

- Place -
The horseman turned.
"Actually, now I think about it, It would cause more harm to you if I disappeared then came back with Nara's lifeless body, do you not agree?" He laughed evilly.
"Its not like your going to find that portal in the cave of Darkness nearby anyway" He shimmered and disappeared, leaving a evil cackle in the air.

- Place -

Arcan said something as he vanished, then felt someone pulling him up.
"Hey..." Viahl held him up. "What will you do?"
He looked at him sadly.
"I don't know."

- ?????? -
Nara turned as the thing that was watching her charged her. Her sword as at the air and the horseman stumbled. "I have been expecting you Rapash" She said, slicing the Ancient sword at him again.
She threw a frost ball at him and then forced him to the ground.
"Too slow, again" She said, plunging the blade into him, his body disappeared into ashes.
"Thats the fifth time I've killed him" Nara muttered Angrily.

- Place -

Arcan regained his eyes and went to Narsara, then sat next to her.
"Are you... alright?" He asked her.
"Uh..." She opened her left eye and looked up at him. "I would be if you wern't sitting on me...?"
"Oh, oh... sorry..." He said quickly.
Narsara eyed him as he wobbled back a little.
"Don't. just... don't." He said to her. He'd always been able to tell when she was doing that. He coughed. "So, are you injured?"
"Not badly." Narsara said, sitting up.
Arcan turned Exodus' red stone over in his claws.
For him, it was the only thing be could properly see; it was like something that might be burned into your vision after looking at a light.
"Do you have a plan?" Narsara asked.
"Yes. I'm going to use this for what it should have been intended for." Arcan tucked the stone away. "But I need her alive to do it."
"Nara?" Narsara cocked her head. "I don't..."
She paused.
"But I thought you-"
"I did, but not like that. You think to extremes." Arcan shook his head.
Narsara shrugged as Viahl sat on a boulder near them.
He looked at Serak, but said nothing.
"So, you... arn't trying to kill eachother at the moment?" He coughed. "Or me."
"Get me a stick." Arcan said, ignoring his statement.
"A stick?"
"Yes, about... this long." Arcan held his claws abotu a mete apart.
"Uhm, okay." Viahl got up and moved to some trees a short distance away.
"I'd ask where we got him from," Arcan said, "but the conversation would probably make my brain implode."