The Spark And The Flame

Proof to Believe, A reason To Fear

They sat at the edge of the field, Theran leaning on a tree, eating a fruit.

"Along the wall there are multiple rows of archers, you may not have a problem with them, but I need as much space as possible, stay behind me." He said.

"What do we tell them about me?" Filos said

"We could just say your a friend from the war, or my pet. And if you don't like that idea, you could just wait here" Theran said jokingly.

"Nope, I'm going, I just got back in the game, I'm not gonna stand on the sideline." Filos said, a bit too seriously, it was obvious he wasn't playing around about being in the action. Theran took this as his queue to start his walk over. He took his time so he could have the chance to look at the guards on the wall. He kept a look out, trying to see if any of the guards had lost there spine. He noticed that one guard looked particularly afraid, he also seemed to be the youngest. The moment he saw Theran, he called out to everyone else and drew his bow. A new guard accompanied the ones at the entrance. In the daylight it was easy to tell he was a higher rank. Somehow, his yell could be heard, half way across the field.

"You have by the count of ten to turn back, or we fire" He said, immediately starting the countdown. Then Theran looked into the eyes of the frightened guard, trying to look as menacing as possible. He kept this eye contact as the countdown got closer and closer to one. One the moment before he yelled fire, Theran jerked forward sporadically, his hand on his sword. Just as he hoped, the kid shot first, this caused everyone else to fire a moment early as well. Theran had this one moment to react, to him, everything seemed to go in slow motion. He drew his blade, making sure the flint side hit the first arrow, both deflecting the arrow, and making a spark. That spark was all he needed, in less time than it took for the arrow to travel though the air, he created a massive wall of fire. One with an intense flame, the grass around it withered and the arrows became engulfed; but it did not stop them, they continued towards him. When the swarm of arrows neared, they froze, in mid air, directly in front of his face. Only a moment did they hang there, the fire that had engulfed them vanished suddenly, causing the arrows to fall out of the sky. The guards fell silent, one or two of them vanished behind the wall, unwilling to face him again. Filos walked up from behind Theran, held in his hand, part of the face of his previous incarnation. But he didn't make it that far past Theran before he was peppered with arrows, some bouncing off and some finding themselves stuck into his stone. Filos wasn't fazed, he just threw down the face in front of the guard and broke off the arrows that somehow found a home in his stone flesh.

"We, definately we, killed it, though it wasn't a golem, it was an elemental" Theran said, walking up to the guard as well, who just stood there in shock. He didn't even move when Theran walked passed him up to the entryway.

Theran looked into the eyes of one of the guards there and said softy, in his fatherly voice, as he would to his daughter. "I am not hear to hurt you or your city, I just wanna see a friend, and get a bearing on what I need to do. You can see it in my eyes, I'm not hear to cause darkness, I'm here to stop it, I am a Champion."

The guard's eyes somehow, got even wider, "Of who?" he said, his voice, nearly a whisper.

"First of the two above" Theran said, trying to be as discreetly as possible. The guard looked up to the two suns, the larger of the two seemed to be slightly more inviting, as if beckoning someone to gaze at it for too long. Immediately, upon looking at it, smoke started coming from inside his helm. He frantically attempted to it off, and once he was sure he wasn't on fire he looked inside the helm. Clattering around in it was an pendant, very simple, but it did depict a sun and it's rays waved around and radiated a soft glow. The guard stared at it for a moment, before looking up to Theran, as if to get confirmation it was what it looked like. He then dropped his gaze back onto it, lifted it up, and onto his head. Once it fell to his chest Theran felt a change, slightly more powerful, as if that mans devotion to him as a servant of Sol-Sha-Tor gave him strength. The guard must have felt it too, or maybe something in Theran's eyes changed, but he fell to one knee and waited. The guard next to him did the same, and soon after found a pendant in his helm as well. Soon all the guards had removed their helms to gaze in wonder at the new pendants they were to dawn. And the moment they did, one by one, Theran felt that much stronger. He felt like he was back in the middle of the war, in his prime, he was back in the game.

He had to stop himself, he dashed away the power high; that was the last thing he needed in this life. It seemed he was the only one who wasn't letting it get to his head, everyone else, seemed in sort of a daze as they returned to their feet. That's when he realized, there was a quiet droning, coming from the field. It slowly got louder, and clearer. Little flames appeared around the wall, each one barely larger than a coin purse. Getting brighter as the droning got louder, and as it did it became clear, it was drumming. Soothing yet intimidating, comforting yet terrifyingly ominous, it was almost as if was coming from everything, but louder in the forest. The sky darkened, no moon in the sky to cover the sun, it just got dimmer. The first sun itself was the only thing in sky that remained visible, its color changing, creating a dull and faint blue tint on everything. The blue that engulfed the horizon was replaced by a dark grey; the trees of the forest vanished behind a bank of black fog. From that fog emerged a figure, one that appeared to be both relaxed and menacing. In one hand a sword, with three edges, the only other distinguishable feature: his steel blue eyes, glowing. Just like Theran's, who felt it in his bones, that thing belonged to his target. The empty ones grow near.