We Are: Waking The Fallen

10: End Game: Commence

The Silver Assassin pulled down his hood, his blank eyes shining with regret, sorrow and most strangely, hatred. His lips turned into a deep, violent scowl, and the creature that held him in the air hissed. He gazed at his sister, his empty eyes burning. He removed his katana from the scabbard on his back, and offered a grim smile.

The Nameless beside the Lady widened her eyes and spurred her beast forward, but her reaction was too slow, as, even though she was mere metres behind the woman she served, the Assassin was faster. He slashed his sword viciously, as a white light flashed, and a shockwave, as white as Xavian's eyes, formed in the air the blade cut. The shockwave rushed towards the Lady, and if she had not had the ability to protect herself, she would have been sliced in two, as easily as a knife slicing through butter. But the shockwave dissipated as she merely waved her hand. "Do you really think that would work against me, brother?" She smiled sarcastically. and Xavian laughed, a sound so similar to soft music. 

"Of course not, my dear, dear sister, I simply wished to see if you still could use your... powers." He replied, Though he laughed, his voice maintained a complete monotone, he seriousness evident as he squared off with his sister. Perhaps the thoughts that flashed through his mind were something along the lines of 'I never wanted it to end up like this...', but you'll never know.

The Dark Lady frowned, and in response, she waved  her hand again, causing an orb of blue fire to appear, and and faint smell of burnt toast filled the air. "Ah, the destruction powers of yours are most fascinating, dear. So strong for a half breed." Xavian's voice had left its monotone state, and became teasing. The Lady threw the orb of fire towards her brother, and as a response, his empty eyes flashed a deep, calm, fathomless blue, and the air around him wavered in the heat of the orb as it rushed towards his unmoving form. A wicked smile slowly crossed his pale lips, and black pupils formed in his now entirely blue eyes. A fierce scent of ginger overcame the other, and the fire drew ever closer. 

Just before the inferno struck him and his mount, the black pupils of his eyes dilated, and seemed to erupt from the man's face, absorbing the fire.

As soon as the darkness faded, he sat perfectly still, other than his heaving chest. His eyes were white and pupil-less once again, but the blue inferno was gone. The Dark Lady shook her head slowly, and the Nameless looked horrified. As the pale man regained his breath, a small smile turned up the corners of his lips, and he began to laugh.

It as long, truthful, and full of mirth. It did't sound like ringing bells of soft music. It was harsh, and violent, and most of all, real. 

The man laughed until tears rolled down his cheeks and his sides hurt. 

The two women facing him glanced at each other, and then, the Dark Lady began to laugh too. Her laugh, unlike Xavian's, was light and each note of the giggle was shorter than Xavian's, and her laugh was quieter, and far from real. But it was equally spiteful, at least.

The Dark Lady, unlike her Nameless companion, understood his laughter.

What the power such a truthful laugh held. The Lady had never mastered such powers, since she was a half breed to her race, and she never had the same emotional, or magical capacity as her half-brother. 

As he laughed, items, from the ground below began to hover. Weapons, from the armies that stood, waiting for the order to attack from their two warlords, watching their actions with upturned faces. The army on the Silver Assassin's side didn't react as their weapons were wrenched from their hands. The opposing forces however, cried in outrage.

Other objects, like items from the houses nearby, and large rocks joined the fray of weapons. The items began to rise, cooking pots, knives, swords, rocks, and even shards of glass and rope began to spin, the ropes lashing out, the glass flying in different directions, unable to be contained in the votex of spinning items and win. Those in the Dark Lady's army began to fall, rope wrapped around their necks, or glass protruding from their necks. The other side was left untouched. 

Still, Xavian laughed, he chest heaving and crystalline tears rolling down his cheeks. The items increased velocity, moving faster and faster, twisting and whistling in the air until the became a blur. 

The Dark Lady looked at the Nameless. "Move behind and bellow him. He can only attack forwards." She muttered to her companion softly, catching a flying cooking pot and throwing it back into the vortex. "Hurry. When he stops laughing his army will attack and the objects will be released." The Nameless nodded, and the pair of them dove bellow the liquid like mount the Assassin was seated on, and moved behind him.

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The world around Xavian was spinning. He had never used such power before, and he couldn't see in front of him. But some how, some how he knew that the Dark Lady and her pet had moved. As he laughed, gathering more items and more speed in his tornado of objects, he jabbed the heels of his hands into the side of the neck of his mount, and it screamed. Not out of agony- it was the signal. Far, far underneath the spiralling cloud, the sounds of a clashing armies could be heard. he screams of pain and of death, the smashing of metal onto metal. Horses shrieked and almost instantly the smell of death began to drift from the land. Only the Undead could truly kill the Undead. 

Xavian's laugh slowly came to a halt. and item by item, his vortex was thrown into the opposing army, knocking men down, killing them. But then he turned. His eyes had become a burning red, and the items and weapons alike began to be launched at the Dark Lady. 

A shard of glass lodged itself in her eye, and a sword sliced the side of her neck. Black blood dripping from both of the wounds. A large rock struck the Nameless on the back of her head, knocking her unconscious, and her mount screamed in pain as a knife slighted through on of its wings. The Dark Lady swore loudly at Xavian, and retreated, looking at how badly her army was losing. The other side had other weapons hidden, and her army was near unarmed, even though many swords had been thrown back.

For the first time in her Undeath, she was losing.

And she was scared.

She knew she only had one option left.

She needed Death.

The end game has been initiated, and the first battle fought. The Lady is falling behind in the race for Undeath, and Xavin, The Silver Assassin, is gaining strength, despite his small army. 

He is simply more powerful, and perhaps more devious than the Lady herself. 

Even when he lived, he had never lost, unlike his half-sister. He only lost when he chose to. Like he did in the final battle that decided his fate. Xavian had become nigh unbeatable. But there is something he keeps hidden, deep bellow the surface.

A secret only his dearest half-sister knows, and the price all Thorn Elves must pay before they reach a certain state in their lives.

The Dark Lady must protect what she has left, and The Silver Assassin must do the same. 

The final curtains must close soon, otherwise the war will spill into your time,

~Spiral, the last resort, the creature who can change, the one who ages even after they die