|main menu | youngsters categories | authors | new stories | search | links | settings | author tools|
|Holding Power (standard:Fan Fiction, 1048 words)|
|Author: a guy||Added: May 01 2005||Views/Reads: 2294/1300||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A Brotherhood of witch-hunters finnally corner the evil witch who has been terrorising a small village for several weeks now...|
“For Sigmar!!” proclaimed Praetor, his blooded hands wielding the holy hammer that had struck down countless abominations in the name of the God- Emperor Sigmar. Praetor's body was filled with a rush of adrenaline as he thundered toward the unholy witch whom had been terrorising the town for weeks now. “NO!” screamed Marial, the sister of the witch, scrambling free from Brother Karl's grasp, clawing her way toward the unholy witch; Marial would soon be free from the dark, controlling magic's her evil sister had cast upon her. Everything had seemed to slow down to a virtual stop and seconds felt like endless hours. Praetor raised his gold-tinted hammer into the glorious shafts of light being cast into the great hall through the grand colour-stained windows that stretched forever upwards. The witch cowered at the bottom of the shrine making no noise; only wincing fractions of a second before the golden, glinting hammer came slamming down... sealing the witch's fate forever. Breathless, Praetor stood before the shrine with his hands firmly gripping the hammer. Marial swept over her sister in horror and pain, desperately clutching the witch's dead, cold hands... weeping over her sister's death. Praetor slowly stared down at Marial, thinking silently to himself ‘foolish child', he shook his head and then gracefully turned to face his brethren. “It is over.” Praetor said quietly. Stepping down from the shrine he headed toward Brother Karl. They spoke quietly together barely 9 yards from the shrine. Marial wept over the witch's body, she placed her arm around the body's neck bringing it closer to her shoulder. Something was attached to the silver necklace of her sister, it pressed softly against Marial's shoulder. “What is this...?” She whispered to herself. Marial cautiously unbuttoned the topmost button of her sister's once beautiful garment. A small, black stone encased in what seemed to be smooth glass revealed itself to Marial. She could see her reflection in the deep, dark depths of the stone. She was obsessively attracted to the perfectly smooth stone amulet. It would be madness to leave it here to be forgotten over time. She had to have it... She would not let anyone else find it... “It's mine!” cried out Marial as she pried the black amulet from her sister's stone cold neck. Praetor and all his brethren quickly turned to face Marial, startled by her sudden outburst. Streams of black and purple shadows seeped from the witch's corpse to the black amulet that Marial now possessed. Brother Karl exclaimed worriedly “Is she a witch too!?” raising his crossbow level with Marial's head. The evil shadows dispersed from around Marial and once again, the great hall was filled with a deathly silence... “Aarrgghh!!!” Marial screamed in an unholy pitch. Brother Karl let loose the righteous fury of his crossbow bolt before following suit with the others and shielding his ears from the high shrilling of Marial's scream. For Marial, everything was slow again... her heart was beating so slowly she could not believe it. She felt the agonising and torturous pain as dark, evil shadows penetrated her virginal body. She could not react. She was powerless. Finally, the shadows stopped and she let out an almighty scream. There was so much pain. So many emotions. Countless memories struck her mind all at once. Marial could not muster enough strength to sail through this torrent of pain, emotions and memories. She went limp, once again powerless, her legs gave way and her body fell to the stone floor with one quick, thud. Composing himself, Praetor rose to his feet. “Karl?” asked Praetor. He reached down to his brother and shook him a little by the shoulder. “Are you alright, my brother?” Karl looked up to Praetor silently... he did not say a single word, he had seen Praetor say something to him but he had not heard anything. He suddenly grasped Praetor's arm in shock. “I can't hear anything!?” exclaimed Karl in a slightly loud tone. “What?” Asked Praetor unbelievingly. Karl could only observe Praetor's mouth move but no sounds were to be heard. “Never mind me... how are the others?” Said Karl loudly. Brother Praetor headed toward the other side of the now darkening hall, he noticed that the stained glass windows had all been shattered and staring outside he saw the setting of the golden orange sun. “BROTHER PRAETOR!” Screamed Brother Claudios “HELP ME!” Praetor swung round to the screaming and saw Marial hanging Claudios high up in the air, clutching onto his throat Click here to read the rest of this story (30 more lines)
Authors appreciate feedback!
Please write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!
a guy has 2 active stories on this site.
Profile for a guy, incl. all stories