The Tipping Of The Scales

The Tipping Of The Scales - The War Of Darkness, Demons and Fate

Jordan's POV

Chaos. Utter chaos. What surrounded me was the pure insanity and chaos of war, something I had never experienced outside of video games. As much as I knew that I was in a video game myself, the month spent prepping for this battle made it feel all the more real. The smell of blood perpetrated the air, a foul odor emanated from the fallen corpses of Mianite's shadow warriors and their unearthly screeches made a shudder run down my spine. Our plan had fallen apart, we had lost three members of our small army to Mianite's mind games and all the pleading in the world couldn't bring them back. The deep wound in my stomach was a result of me pleading to Lisette, her answer merely being an inhumane growl and the slice of her sword through my skin.

I was facing the shadow enemies head on, my knowledge of the prophecy ensuring that I couldn't die at their hand - at least not yet. The shadow enemies claws always pulled short instead of delivering a killing blow and Mianite observed my actions with a smirk on his now demonic face. Sonja, Tucker and Lisette were facing off against Tom, Nyx and Chelcie - bow shots flying between them and the crashing sound of metal swords making contact with one another. Tucker and Tom were locked in a sword duel, Chelcie and Lisette attempting to play sniper at each other and the shadow entities surrounding them.

Nyx and Sonja were playing the waiting game, circling one another - facing one another's blows with a perfect parry of their own. Caitlin was to my right, her shoulders heaving with exhaustion as she wiped out another dozen of the shadow monsters effortlessly, her heavy breathing the only real sign of the levels of magic she was using and the toll it was taking on her. Her eyes were locked on Mianite's figure on the hillside, the pure black of her dark side making itself slowly known.

The tidal wave of shadow beings seemed endless, with hundreds of their corpses littering the battlefield only to be stepped on by the next wave of shadow entities to take their place. Every time we cleared the area we would throw a look of relief at one another, check on our friends fight before hearing a menacing chuckle from Mianite as he raised his arms and summoned more enemies for us to battle for his amusement.

Small injuries were making themselves known, with tiny cuts and bruises slowly amounting to large levels of blood loss - allowing exhaustion and near desperation to begin creeping into our bodies. We needed a plan and we needed it quickly, however our friends were too engaged in fighting one another to chip into the discussion. So Caitlin and I stared at one another for brief intervals, our minds working overtime both to battle the shadow entities and to think of a way out of this battleground. An idea occurred to me but it was a risky one, like most of my plans. I darted out of the fray and shouted towards Mianite, my voice bellowing across the battlefield.

"Fight me! One on one. God versus the chosen one. Whoever wins takes the victory from this battle, if I win the shadows will depart and you will surrender, if I lose my friends will surrender on peaceful terms and you may overrun this world with darkness."

Mianite's eyes flashed with amusement, the smirk on his twisted face never ceasing as his eyes took in my condition. A hand clutching the wound on my stomach, breathing heavily with sweat dripping down the back of my neck. I was hardly what people would label a worthy adversary but Mianite had never turned down a fight before and I had the prophecy on my side, increasing my chances of victory. They were dashed as he shook his head, a glow of cunning dancing through his eyes as he spoke his objections.