Noami And The Ten Chosen - Part One : The Dark Reign

Epilogue

There was silence in the dark cavern. Not a soul in sight, not even a small insect. The cavern was empty, apart from a small table on the far side, against the wall, packed with parchments of paper, a melted lump of wax which used be a candle, and dust. There was nothing else. The walls made of dirt were bare, apart from a few papers tacked on here and there.
Suddenly, there was a disturbance. A slight breeze blew across the cave. But it couldn't be possible. The cavern was underground.

The gust became stronger and stronger. Parchments flew off the table, dust rose from the ground, and the howl of the wind was beyond deafening. With a roar, a figure appeared in the cavern, surrounded entirely by a dark, glimmering substance. Then, as suddenly as it had started, the wind stopped blowing. Everything dropped to the ground with a loud thud, and there was silence once more. The only sound in the room was the figure's ragged breathing.

The Dark Lord wheezed, desperately trying to stand. He rolled to his knees and crawled on the floor, reaching out blindly until his enormous hand gripped the edge of the old table. Tenebris hoisted himself up with a grunt, leaning on the dusty surface. The old table creaked and suddenly, the wood crumbled under his weight, making him crash to the ground. Tenebris didn't stand again. Instead, he lay on the ground, clutching his chest. Slowly, he pried out the dark shard, drawing blood. The piece of dark matter finally exited his body with a sickening squelch. Pain wasn't something he usually felt. How long as it been since he had claimed immortality? How long has it been since he transformed himself into a god?  How long has it been since someone had been able to hurt him?
He inspected the bloody shard for a moment, before flicking his hand, making it disappear.
He had underestimated these children far too much. They were stronger than he expected. His foolish aunt's prophecy might come true after all. He would have to be very, very careful from now on. The glittery dark substance appeared again and covered his body. Much of his power was drained away, used to heal all his spirits from his dark army. He couldn't always replace them if they had been vanquished. No matter, if he was patient just a little longer, he would soon be as strong as he was before.

As he slowly began to heal, he grinned. Chuckling, he closed his eyes remembering the recent events. No one had ever been able to wound him that much since the first Five elders. Never had he ever battled against people with so much power. With children, nonetheless. He snorted out loud and coughed as the dust around him rose in the air. His thoughts wandered back to the crown on his niece's head. Diana really did think of everything. His aunt always had a plan. He remembered the first time he had fought against her and the other Five Elders. He had wounded one of them gravely, and Diana managed to help them escape using another one of her schemes. And now, she had once again come up with a plan to make sure he wouldn't take the throne.
The surface of a new a Queen...He opened his eyes.

The upcoming battle was going to be very interesting indeed.