Mwanza Hachibambo is the youngest child of the Hachibambo royal house and seeks to prove himself even if it means going against his parents orders. but the young royals pushing will land him and his new allies in a race against time from threats tha...
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Eight Months In The Future
Mwanza Hachibambo gasped in agony as his body was slammed clean through a wall of cold steel and into another room of the ancient vessel. He roughly coughed out a mixture of saliva and blood.
And though his entire nervous system was lit aflame with a scorching intensity Mwanza bit back the urge to scream as loudly as he possibly could.
It felt better for him to remain on the ground like some defeated child and yet even with bruises and cuts that let life crimson soak the billion year old floor, he willed himself to stand up and face the wall which his foe had so easily driven him through.
Mwanza's body trembled from an intermixing of fear and pain which had been so sadistically inflicted upon his person by it. He could barely hold his sword in his bloodied hands but he would not run from it, nor would he beg. This was the one thing burning in his heart with certainty.
After everything that he had been through and with what was on stake, he could not. Better to die here fighting for all life that he knew than to die running from it. If death was what awaited at every path, then he would meet it with his head held high.
It was then that he felt it, long before he saw the twisted form of the veil-born stride through the hole in the wall. It's many eyes all focused upon him with hate and sadism burning in those unnatural orbs. Mwanza spat out a wad of saliva and blood at its claws as he returned the hateful looks with one of his own.
This little act of defiance made the thing respond by smiling, parting its puffy lips so wide that Mwanza saw it's large row of daggers for teeth that were stained with the monsters own blood and tissue from its unnatural birth.
Mwanza's right shoulder flared up in pain as the memory of that vicious bite surfaced to the top of his conscious and Mwanza found the strength to grip his swords handle tighter.
Not from fear, but for red mist rage at this creature. He had not bothered to tap into that thing again, but now what choice did he have. His soul be damned, the Vail would claim it anyway, best to hurt it as hard as he could before the horror had it's way.
The Vail-born must have realised this, because it burst into a loud laughter as if it was witnessing some great comedy. This only made Mwanza's cold mist of rage grow and his feet stood ready to leap forward even if he had a limp in one.
He leveled his sword at it and spoke the truth, "I will die today, that is true. But death will collect his due from the two of us."
The abomination stopped laughing as it saw his body change from the power which poured out of him and froze the very water particles in the air. He was serious and it realized that, so would it.
It grasped shadow and forged a blade of inky darkness to rush him with. When man and demon met with blue copper against shadow, a cacophony of destruction spread forth, rending ancient metal and stone apart like sand before a mighty storm.
And yet in this epic clash Mwanza could not help but think onto himself as the creatures free hand struck his chest and grasped his heart.
Mother, Father.... Forgive.....
And thus did darkness take him.
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I plan to mix the epic narrative nature of High Fantasy with the wild concepts of Sci-fi and the type of epic fight scenes found in anime.
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