Larenda, those who rose Chapter 1-horror (standard:adventure, 2642 words)
Author: DarkAngel	Added: Jun 18 2006	Views/Reads: 3060/2026	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The story is about a an evil necromancer lord that takes over the town named Larenda, but then two people of the age of 18 stand up to face him. It about Magick and might

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“How did you end up in the training school?” He sighed in irritation, it
wasn't a nice story, and he wasn't about to tell her it. “I just 
decided to come.”  He said and she could tell he was lying, but didn't 
want to fish any further. “Oh, okay, it was my free will that made me 
come here, I wanted to learn healing magick, incase times like these 
broke out.” She said and Scar scowled. “I really had no interest in 
hearing you answering your own question.” He said coldly and she 
finally threw her arms up in defeat. “I give up, you are impossible 
speaking too!” She yelled and he smiled to himself.  “Then don't speak 
to me.” She made a cheeky sound and went to lie on her bed, it was bunk 
beds, she was on the bottom bed. “I won't then!” She closed her eyes 
and the silence threw them over in the room, even though the screams of 
the people outside echoed everywhere, for them it was quiet. 

He was still looking at the ceiling, feeling regretful for being so mean
and cold to Amaya, but he quickly pushed his conscience aside, it never 
bothered him much anyway, so he ignored it when it did. 

Meanwhile she was lying on her side, now for the first time hearing the
intensity of the peoples screams, they're hope was gone and she 
couldn't take it anymore, she felt like crying, she needed to help 
them, she needed to try to improve the situation, she suddenly shot up 
and yelled to herself more than him. “I can't take it anymore, I have 
to help!” She ran to the door, but before she could turn the door knob 
she was pulled back and thrown against the wall, and when she looked 
who did it, it was the uncaring, unspeaking Scar, he looked at her 
angrily. “Are you crazy? Someone as weak as you will be killed in the 
first minute!” He yelled and she got back up, tears slipping down her 
face now. “I have to at least try!” She said as she tried going to the 
door again, but he pushed her back again. 

“If you want to end up being a puppet as well, and harming people,
instead of helping, then go out there!” He yelled and she stood up 
straight, and looked him straight in his blazing eyes. “At least I'm 
doing more than you; at least I'm trying, not just sitting in a heap 
feeling sorry for myself! I actually care! And I will help, despite my 
own safety, I care for other people!” Before he could do anything she 
pushed him out of the way and ran out of the dorm room, to the exit, he 
turned to the exit and walked to it. “Damnit, stupid girl, I can't 
believe I'm actually going to go and protect her, I'm going soft on 
myself.” He said as he exited the school, the light struck his eyes 
hard; he hasn't been outside for months and didn't like it much. 

He looked around for her, but couldn't see her. “For a girl, she sure is
fast.” He said and then walked around in the street, getting cautious 
looks from people, he was wearing all black all the time, so it made 
him look evil, but he didn't care, he liked it when people feared him, 
the only people who didn't fear him was his sensei and King Larend and 
those who was still too young to think for themselves. 

He walked down the forth street and then suddenly he turned his head
when something tugged at his pants, he was about to kill it, thinking 
it was a puppet or something, but then he saw it was a little boy, 
looking scared up at him, but not scared of him, the boy had a dirt, 
blood and tear stained face, he looked no older than 3, maybe younger. 
“Get your hands of me you brat!” He yelled but the kid did not let go, 
he only clutched on tighter. “Mommy!” He exclaimed hard and Scar tried 
to pull away as the kid was starting to freak him out. “I'm not your 
mother, now let me go!” He yelled about too slap the kid senseless 
until he let go but then he said another word, which made him stop in 
his tracks. “Dead...!” Scar looked at the young boy, he felt guilt, 
regret and fear whelm over him, but most of all, he felt his past 
return to him. 

“Scar, my beautiful boy, daddy said he will be back soon, he just went
to chop some wood, so you can go and play with him later, don't worry.” 
The mother of Scar said. 

“Mommy, it seems that daddy has changed, he seems...” before Scar could
say dangerous he's mother interrupted. “No, he's just very busy, and 
tired, and I don't want you to bring this up with your father when you 
play with him, is that understood?” She asked and Scar nodded. 

“Yes mommy.” He said. 

Scars flashback ended and he looked at the boy of himself, with a sense
of admiration now. “Your dad?” he asked and the boy broke down in 
tears. “Daddy went crazy, he killed mommy, and then he died!” Scar 
stumbled back in shock, opened mouthed he got another flashback. 

Scar was sitting in the living room, looking at the swords he's dad
owned, he always wanted the one with the pretty signs on, the one his 
dad said had special powers. 

Scar was still sitting there, admiring the Magical sword his dad called
the “Destroyer” when he heard the terrible scream of his mother, he 
shot up, grabbing the sword, and running too her, he found her on the 
ground, not moving, blood everywhere, and his dad, with a grimace look 
on his face with the axe in his hand, with blood on the axe. 

“MOMMY!” Scar yelled and ran to his mother's fallen figure, but even
thought he hoped, he knew she was dead, and he was angry, he hated his 
dad at that moment, taking the most important person from his life. 

“Scar, my little boy, leave that woman alone, come with me.” His dad had
said and Scar was full of fury, rage, anger, pain and loss was all in 
him and the sword  started to glow wildly, and then he ran to his dad, 
and before his dad could do anything he had killed his dad with that 
sword, stabbing at him for hours on end, thinking it wasn't enough 
until nothing but blood remained on the floor. 

Scars head snapped back into reality as he drew his sword. “Destroyer”
he muttered. “My anger and rage was in this sword all the time, my past 
is in this blade...” He said, but he couldn't bring himself too throw 
it away, so he just put it back. “Boy, come with me.” He said to the 
boy and started walking, not even bothering too look back at whether 
he's following. 

He walked to the nearest guard that was standing on look out; he looked
behind him and was pleased to find the kid did follow him after all. 
“Guard, take this boy of my hands, his parents are dead.” The guards 
looked reluctant, but before he could say ‘no' Scar picked up the boy 
and stuffed it into his arms and walked off. 

‘I must still find Amaya, she must be around here somewhere...' he
though as he walked past people, some of them dead, some of them 
petrified, some of them running around, attacking each other. It was 
then that he heard a terrible scream, it was coming from a young 
female, and he knew it was Amaya, he ran too the scream, running past 
people who were just trying to get away from the danger, and here he 
was running towards it. 

He got too a clearing and then he saw a terrible thing, Draimen was
standing in the clearing, Amaya was fallen before him, looking up 
petrified, before thinking clearly he charged Draimen, he jumped into 
the air, but before he could hit Draimen he moved out of the way, Scar 
saw he was heading straight for Amaya, her eyes widened in fear as the 
blade came for her. 

Scar did some quick thinking and threw the blade into the air; he landed
on top of Amaya, his arms and legs holding him above her, about half a 
meter above her. “Amaya, you stupid...” She interrupted him. “THE 
SWORD!” She yelled and Scar didn't have anytime to turn around when the 
sword struck his back, it bounced of his back, but not before leaving a 
deep gash, he got of Amaya and took the sword, ignoring the pain like 
you would ignore a scratch. “Draimen, what brings you here?” He asked 
getting up, knowing very well he couldn't beat Draimen, Amaya didn't 
move, she was too terrified. 

“Young mortal, I came to warn this pitiful people that they must not
seek Nevada, or I will kill them all!” He yelled and Scar stared him 
straight in the eyes. “Remove this curse you put on this town!” He 
yelled and Draimen laughed evilly. “Yes, now I remember you, you're 
Scar, the last time I saw you, you were just a little boy!” He laughed 
evilly and Scar grew angry. “YOU DON'T KNOW ME YOU FOWL PITIFUL FOOL!” 
He yelled and Amaya gasped at his harsh words and she knew it would 
only anger Draimen and she was right it did, he scowled deeply. “You 
don't seem to remember me, I killed your mother.” Scars anger flared, 
he understood now, it was Draimen who took control of his father, which 
means he killed his father, he killed his innocent father! 

Scars eyes turned a dangerous and dark orange and all the life vanished
from it, instead it was replaced with anger, loss, pain, and fury, 
exactly the same as when he saw his dad kill his mother. “NO!” he 
yelled and then drew the sword again, it glowed once again, a hideous 
and evil black, he ran to Draimen and then Amaya yelled. “NO, you will 
die, stop it!” she yelled and he yelled back at her. “I don't care!” 
The blade sparked even blacker and got red sparks around it. “Now die 
Draimen!” he yelled and swung the blade at him, but he ducked it and 
Scar swung it again, this time he got Draimen on the arm, sending his 
blood everywhere. 

“Stop this boy!” Draimen yelled and Scar refused, he kept on attacking,
his energy, being gone, was replaced with pure rage. “I said die!” He 
yelled and swung at Draimen again, slitting his throat now, Draimen 
fell down on the ground, choking but then spoke. “You will pay for this 
mortal!” He yelled and then disappeared, the blade grew darker and Scar 
yelled, sweating and panting for breath. “Come back here coward, I'm 
not done with you!” He yelled but then collapsed down on the ground 
unconscious. 


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