CREED, The Fiery Storm

Goodbye Windra..

"Only a fool never changes his mind..."

"You're not yet sorry Creed." Smyth spoke as he put both his hands behind his back, "But you're about to be..."

From Jim's perspective, everything suddenly became amplified. He could feel the air brushing against his skin, the vibrations in the walls with each step Smyth took towards him, the silence that followed each time Smyth put a foot down and the heat from the furnace at the other end of the room-he felt it all. Even his own heart beat was like a bass drum sounded inside his ear. Each breath he took felt like it could be the last. Looking into Smyth's eyes, he saw nothing but rage. Determined to survive for as long as possible, Jim tightened his grip on the sword in his right hand. But even then, he knew deep down that someone who advances towards you with their hands behind the back would be impossible to beat. Soon, Smyth had moved within ten metres of him and the vibrations had become more intense. The floor began to develop cracks and the ceiling began to collapse. When Smyth was about three or four steps away, he decided he would only go down with a fight and advanced to attack. With some sort of battle cry, Jim attacked and raised his sword to strike Smyth on the left shoulder. Smyth just stood still and watched as Jim's sword was shattered like glass as it came into contact with his body. Before Jim could absorb what had just happened, he was blown away to the opposite door and it broke into pieces upon contact. His body was bleeding and it hurt all over. At that point, Jim felt the most excruciating pain he had ever experienced. His ears were deafened by a beeping sound in his head and his sight was blurred by blood that covered his eyes. But somehow, he had never felt so alive in his life before. His will to live had never been as strong as it was at that moment. He remembered his mother's smile and thought of how much he wished to see it again at least one more time.

"It would appear you have a habit of breaking doors..." Smyth commented. He had moved over to where Jim lay and his hands were no longer behind his back. Jim knew that if Smyth used his hands, it would surely mean his death. After all, he had thrown him across the hallway without using his hands...he had even shattered his sword like glass! He tried to apologise but his mouth could hardly open. From the ground where he lay, he saw Smyth fold his fist and that was the last thing he saw before his eyes closed-a very ugly last sight.

        When Jim opened his eyes, he was standing in front of the door he had cut down. Strost, Duke and Smyth were staring at him. He checked himself and nothing hurt, he was not even bleeding. The door on the opposite room was still whole. What the heck was happening?!-he wondered. He saw Smyth put both his hands behind his back and remembered all too clearly the first time this had occurred. It had all began with a stupid statement. Jim was sure of one thing; he didn't want to relive the experience...

"I'm really sorry," he said, "I don't want to die..."

He was trembling as Smyth moved closer to where he stood. This time he decided he wouldn't attack knowing all too well the consequences of such a foolish act. Smyth didn't say a word but just moved and stopped when he was about seven steps away from Jim.

"Your crime is almost purged..." Smyth finally spoke. Jim was shaking and his sword could be seen juddering. Suddenly, the blade began to crack and then just like before, it was shattered like glass. He was left with only a handle in his right hand but he was glad...he had not been blown away.

"Now it is purged..." He said as he turned to go back to where he had been before some idiot burst the door. Jim looked at the handle of the sword that he had come to cherish. A weapon that had become more of a companion. Then he noticed a silver ring on his pinkie finger. When had it got there?!-he wondered.

Breala came rushing out of the Butleope to everyone's surprise and Jim's amazement.

"What is happening here?!" She asked. Everyone stared at her quietly for a short while, Jim more intensely than the rest.

"Nothing is happening now..."Duke answered, "But a while back, Creed burst the door and Smyth shattered his sword!"

"And by the way, how did you get out of that wardrobe?!" He asked.

"You broke the door?!" Breala asked Jim, "Why did you do that?!"

He looked on emptily for a moment; he had thought it was obvious!

"I just wanted to get in..." he answered, "And besides, I think I already paid for it with my sword."

He said the last bit looking at the handle that was left...

"You are not very rational! Are you?!" She tried to scold him. It seemed like it was always going to be difficult to scold an idiot but it turned out to be impossible instead...

"No..." Jim answered, "That I'm usually not..."

She almost smiled. He accepting the accusations was not a thing she had expected.

"By the way...that's a very beautiful outfit!" he threw in a compliment. Breala's outfit had in fact changed while inside the wardrobe.        

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-Constino