THE PATH TO GOD HOOD

Chapter1

Duel of the night

In the vast nothingness of space, in a galaxy far beyond the stars, where only one planet was to be seen in the centre of emptiness, time had begun. This planet was over shadowed by a dense layer of black cloud due to the fire burning inside. Although this planet was surrounded by lava, the skies were a torrential blizzard. The storms thundered a canon of destruction as the huge tyrants of 2 star phantoms screeched to a halt.

The dark menacing space ship with soaring towers stood shining amongst the skyline. The walls were manufactured from a thick stone and steel which provided a huge amount of protection from the enemy fire. The stone walls acted as an absorber asborbing damage which created more power for the phantom. Soldiers stood on castle walls with cross bows locked and ready to fire. They wore black leather armour with a filter mask around their mouths so they could breathe. They also wore a black tinted visor to cover their face and for protection against dangerous weather.

The phantom stopped, it was no longer moving; silence filled the atmosphere as all the soldiers feared what was yet to come. They waited anxiously for a nightmare to strike. Their fingers trembled against the triggers of their weapons'. The cold air froze to their faces. The drawrbridge of the castle slowly opened revieling a group of high elite soldiers and their masters from both castles which marched out onto a platform which hovered to the centre of obis.

The supreme dark lord, Dharka Seromous Lordieth, was the god of evil; his long black demon hair covered his sharp empty eyes. Dark red blood stained the highlight his hair. He wore a dark hooded robe and silver razor sharp talons. He stared fiercely into his enemies eyes with hate, anger and spite. The other sorcerer was the Wizard of light, Racksten Sarian Lumon; his enchanted blue eyes glanced into the eyes of the dark lord. The light lord was dressed in a pure white hooded cloak which shrouded his spiked blonde hair; a white shirt hanging out of his golden waistcoat. His formal trousers dragged over his fine leather boots. Racksten was heavily guarded by a unit of golden knights. Dharka appeared to be alone however he had a swarm of, unseen by the eye, demons. Both families hated each other since time began. The Lordieths' acted upon the Gods darker side and the Lumons' fought against them.

"I see you have arrived to experience your death, the night mares to come" Dharka whispered cruelly under his breath, breaking the silence. "My father always said I was the one with the most potential and that you were the dirt in the ground", Dharka spat in his face. Racksten leered at him in disgust then tried to retaliate but was pushed back by an invisible force. Racksten viscously spoke "your lies peel out through your skin, and blister from your guilt". He left Dharka speechless; Dharka looked at his own grazed, swollen arms then back at Racksten. "Then I hope my pain burns your soul!" sharpened Dharka's voice.

They both covered their faces with their darkened hoods then suddenly vanished into the black midst. A ghostly mist devoured the bridge, the beams and the platforms smashed into small pieces. The bridge crumbled into the lava bellow.

The soldiers loaded their weapons, and immediately locked onto their enemies. Under the masks were nervous, white faces. Under the leather gloves were trembling hands shaking their weapons preventing a steady aim. Crossbow bolts burst across both of the phantoms. The bolts screeched through the black space between the phantoms

The two Lords circled each other like a vortex; they stood on slates of broken steal grinding into each other. Sparks lit from their swords and the steel. The vortex grew stronger as they rotated faster. The pressure ripped open cracks in the steel they stood on. The high altitude was drilling holes into the metal. Their swords twisted and twined against each other. Like a turbine, their swords propelled rapidly, in circular motion. Dharka sliced his sword into the windmill that Racksten was creating. The velocity countered against Dharka's force. There platform grinded to a halt. Fire flared in Dharka's fierce raging eyes, wishing Racksten was burning in a fire.