An Echo in time

Chapter one: Malak: So it blazes.

An Inferno before Malak it went on, cruel vixens ablaze in gold, screeched their crackling song. Snarling the tangle of flames only grew larger over time. Crashing over Malak wave after wave of scolding heat tore over his ghostly skin. Even the thick armour Malak bore was no protection, the beginnings of molten metal coils spiralled from his hazel chest plate. Quivering the thin vale that separated a pale ocean of skin went on. "Why?" he whispered onto the world. From spiralling pools of sapphire a single tear escaped, only to evaporate down Malak's cheek.

"Malak you must come to the shelter! There isn't much time" surging from behind Agon came to Malak's side. The broad bridge of Agon's nose twitched madly trying to avoid the toxic vapours which lurked from the pitch curtain of smoke. "Sir there isn't time" Agon preached, his gaze locked upon Malak. "Did Father make it?" Malak asked his stale sight unmoved, immediately Agon's eyes dropped "Supreme Lord Malen perished in the fire, there was nothing that could be done." Unmoved Malak only stood solid and silent. Agon's slender jaw hinged open, he could taste the rasp of metal carried on the smoke "please sir, we can only morn if you're alive" Agon pleaded on.

Reaching out Agon went to grasp Malak. Agon's hand only inches away he could feel the heat emanating from Malak's armour. "No" Malak spoke, loose clumps of arid dirt tumbled from under Malak's boot. "Call the guard, have them suffocate these flames"
"but Malak there isn't time! We've angered the Gods!" Agon grasped hold of Malak's arm, instantly Agon's soft flesh melted, sizzling against pillars of searing red. Pulling away Agon was brought to his knees, lifting his palm Agon looked on his new charcoal glove. Pulsing waves of pain paralyzed Agon. All he could do was writhe in agony.

Holding for but a moment Agon caught Malak's gaze "get the guard" Malak spoke with straight lips and taught skin. Barley able to stand Agon swallowed what he could, with grinding dagger teeth he moved to do Malak's bidding. Standing alone Malak gaze upon his new empire, "I understand" he spoke. On the inferno went devouring anything it grasped. Spitting jets flamed against the bleeding sky. Forming above emerald clouds swirled.

From afar Malak's guard approached, their organised stampede clapped like thunder with every step. "I refuse to fail" Malak spoke to the inferno "they will not pass today". Malak stood in contemplation, under him the ground quaked from the nearing guard. Malak's thoughts turned to Agon's warning of the gods, "it is not I who've angered them. It is not I who shall fear their wrath" his gazed turned to look beyond the great snarls of coiling red.

Suddenly something came from behind the flame wall, breaching through a metallic bridge only about six meters long, stopped just short of Malak. Laying before Malak a path was created wide enough for an army to march on, at the path end, the light of stars shone blinding to all. Twisting his neck Malak scanned the path "and it is I who is beloved by them". Stomping down Malak wandered up the path, the surface below his feet felt frozen. Reaching the end he turned to look down on his guard, who'd arrived. Like stone they sat in place, only able gaze upon their young lord, eclipsed in the light. Leading them Agon held firm, his hand shook violently as strips of charred skin flaked away.

For a moment Malak meet the stares of his chosen "I refuse". Turning away Malak wandered on through the beaming light, for a time he could see nothing, before

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