Myth Or History?

Chapter 26:

I couldn't believe it... Marshant Katalto was actually Brice. What is going on here!?

-Marshant, what are you doing here. You know your family isn't welcome here.-Rakash said.

-Why wouldn't I be?-Marshant said cockily.-After all, I am the owner of these lands.

As he said that his men attacked and Rakash's men did the same. Blood flew everywhere and the two leaders watched said blood fest. Then they both stood on their respective horses as they charged towards each other. They lept off when they were mere feet away. They clashed, staff against sword in mid air. As they landed they began moving in very amazing ways.

Marshant swung his staff down on Rakash, yet he moved out of the way. The staff made a small crack on the ground from the sheer force it had. Rakash then tried to thrust his sword and stab through Marshant's chest. However, Marshant kicked the sword into the air, then he swung his sword like a bat to hit Rakash. Rakash jumped on the staff, then he jumped off the staff and into the air. He roundhouse kicked his sword, which was spinning wildly in the air, and grazed Marshant's shoulder. Marshant grunted in pain, however he swung again, this time hitting Rakash on his left side. A loud crunch was heard, I guess he broke his ribs.

-Hmph, you're bones break too easily, Rakash.-Marshant said.

Rakash stood up and laughed. He took out a throwing knife he had hidden in his armor and pierced through Marshant's right shoulder, tearing the muscle with scary precision. Marshant's arm now hung limp.

-Your muscles tear too easily, Marshant.-Rakash said mockingly.

Marshant glared at Rakash with anger.

-This isn't the first time we've fought...-Rakash said.

-However, now... It will be the last.-Marshant finished, reading his rivals thoughts.

I guess, if you know someone for so long, either as a friend or as an enemy, you can sorta learn how they think.

-Rakash.-Marshant said.-Only one of our families will come out alive. We're not fighting for us, we're fighting for all of them.

-I know.-Rakash answered.-The hundreds of battles we've had, it all comes down to this. Let's finish this. Once..

-and for all!-they said simultaneously.

They charged at each other despite being injured. The two rival, well trained warriors were about to clash fists, however they were transported somewhere else. I was also transported, standing next to Rakash. I think this could've been a past life or something... Maybe this will teach me why Brice did what he did.

We stood in a huge coliseum, it was about noon here and instead of rows of seats, there were four thrones. In each throne sat a different man, they seemed so powerful and mighty.

-Mortals.-Boomed the mighty man sitting in a throne made of steel and blades.-We have been watching your countless battles. They were very entertaining, you may be the finest warriors we've ever seen.

-For that reason, we have brought you here.-said the man in a throne of thunder clouds.-We wish to be entertained more.

-We will grant you power, use it wisely to destroy your enemy.-said the man in a throne of trees, with water flowing through.-

-Your battles will be lethal, but not deadly. Everyday you shall fight for us.-Boomed a man who sat in a throne of scorched earth. The throne had faces screaming in pain and some showing other emotions, carved into it, the faces cried blood. The men were all identical, the only difference between them was the thrones they sat on.

-Rakash.-The man in the throne of clouds called.-I grant you the power of wind.-he then moved his fingers and aura in the form of a sparkle, flew into Rakash and gave him power.-To you, Marshant, I give the power of lightning.-the same process happened to Marshant.

-Begin combat!-the four of them yelled.

Rakash charged at Marshant and tried to hit him with his sword. However, Marshant quickly escaped with a blast of lightning. The force of the his speed was so powerful that he broke his staff into two seperate pieces.

-You are muscle all the way up to your head.-Rakash said implying Marshant was an idiot.

-Shut up, fool!-Marshant yelled. He banged his two staff pieces on the ground and lightning came down. He realized what he did and so he looked for something else to bang. He found what seemed to be like drums, he electrified them, making them magnetic and they now floated behind him.

-Haha. That sorta looks like what Raijin did.-I said out loud.

He began hitting the drums and lightning came down on Rakash. Rakash turned into wind and he looked for something to hold hid energy in, as wind was constantly blasting in all directions in a weak manner.

Eventually, he found a sack and he stored a lot of his aura in it. When he opened the sack, the air came out in a condensed way, almost like a canon that hit Marshant, sending him flying off.

-Wait a minute. This is Raijin and Fujin, no doubt about it.-I said.-I mean, he only gave them wind and lightning, but then, why is this so similar to them? Were Brice and me the original Raijin and Fujin..? No it can't be... What is going on here?

Soon, Marshant landed a blow on Rakash, lethally wounding him.

-Stop the battle!-the four men yelled.-Remove their powers!

As he said that the powers over wind and lightning left their bodies, but it shouldn't be visible... As I tried to sense the aura it felt like Rakash's and Marshant's aura had mixed in so well with the powers that they became one. No one paid attention as the men were tending to Rakash's wounds and keeping Marshant away, however I did pay attention to the orb of power and aura. The aura and power began mixing better, the separate auras then began to change to two other familiar auras. When they mixed together a certain marking was made on the orb and I finally was able to tell who the familiar auras were.

-No way...-I said dumbfounded.-Does this mean, Raijin and Fujin were born when my (or my past self, Rakash's) aura and Brice's aura merged with the powers the man bestowed upon us? Does this mean all Gods came from me and Brice?