When the Suns Collide (M/M - Mature) Part 11, 3/04/09 [WIP]

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She was sitting on a wooden bunch, intently sharpening her sword on a grinding wheel when Kynel found her. She did not even notice his presence until he spoke, so absorbed was she in making sure the sharpness of the cutting edge was perfect. She could have placed her hand over the blade, shut her eyes and manipulated it in to what ever weight or shape she desired, but sometimes nothing bet doing things the actual way.

“Little to absorbed in that aren’t ya?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

Grinning she stood up and pointed the blade in his face, “I’ll have you know that the blade is everything. A flawlessly sharpened blade bestows agility, power and confidence to the beholder- which would do you much good by the way, since you still haven’t talked to, oh what was her name? Tesxia. Uh, uh, I’m not done- and in the time that in which we are using that weapon, we’re like the deities of nature. We have the power to decide how exactly our enemies will suffer!” She said, swinging the blade around mimicking her words, “Clean cut to the head.. half swing through the gut.. a graze on the arm.. the possibilities are endless.”

“You know we have people to do this for us.” He said, clearly knowing that his protesting about what she said about Tesxia would only lead into a mock-argument about his manliness which, embarrassingly enough, he would lose.

“You know I like sharpening my own sword, Kynel. I’ve had it since the first day I stepped into this place. Besides you know over-sharpening can ruin the temper and geometry of the blade,” Meyrene went on, mostly to herself, “and I’ve seen them sharp, they don’t look professional at all. God how people can trust other people with their swords I’ll never know! It’s like lending out an arm!” it gave her goose bumps to even think about it.

Laughing at her animated manner, Kynel rolled his eyes, “Well then you can sharpen mine too.”

Making a face at him, she agreed.

“That’s not why I came though. I just wanted to know if you’re alright. You know, ready to fight and all.. Because I’m sure you can get out of it, pretend you’re sick and all that.”

Her eyes turned serious as she listened to his words, but her mind was made, “I’m okay, Kynel. I really am. I mean, I’m happy that we’re going out to fight tomorrow. I want to take revenge; honestly, I’ve been dying to kill a few hundred Zempharians since I saw Ryx lying on the floor of that bloodbath.”

“Okay..” he searched her eyes, and seeing she was telling the truth he smiled at her, his posture turning back to non-serious again, “So a few hundred, huh? Leave something for the rest of us!”

Giggling, she got up and dragged him to her house for some lunch, laughing and smiling the whole way.



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The sound of marching armies could be heard from the city gates, even though the battle was to take place on flat ground in the outskirts of the kingdom, near Zempharian land. The ground shook slightly, vibrating in sync with the step of their feet.

The Zempharians had once been Vantreyne.

They had been different, and that difference had caused them to never be accepted fully on Vantreyne soil. So they rebelled and left, forming a city called Zemphar on the other side of the small planet. And since they moved, a mere century ago, the Vantreyne King’s have never properly acknowledged the Zempharian kingdom, and thus view them as mutinous transgressors to be defeated.

Shaking her head, Meyrene rid herself of the history of the past and concentrated on what lay ahead.

The armies had positioned themselves a few miles away from each other. Small traces of light were becoming visible as the first sun began to show itself, and the Zempharian crest shone in the light, reminding all Vantreyne of what they took from them. Their crest itself was an ‘S’ shape, half that of their own crest which was a longer ‘u’ shape.

The Xei stood still, waiting impatiently for the blow of the horn to signal the beginning of the battle. There were never negotiations anymore, they just came, fought and left. It was like an intricate dance that they did again and again, each side taking a step forward and a step back continuously.

Today I fight for you. His face appeared in her mind, and she promised him she would save him. But before that she would take her revenge. She smiled softly imagining him standing behind her, telling her to “kick their asses all the way to the sea.”

As she heard the first horn of the trumpet blow her posture changed. She stood up straight, her eyes growing cold. It was time.

Standing there amongst the other Xei, she closed her eyes, her mind leaving her body momentarily as she focused her powers and gathered her strength for the confrontation ahead. She was no longer a person; pain meant nothing to her, fear was her friend and power was her fuel. Her hands begun to start prickling their heat oozing through her fingers in the form of blackish green smoke. The trumpet sounded loudly, its voice resonating around the empty desert, reverberating in the eardrums of the warriors. The sound entered her mind, sparking the Xei in her to life; her eyes snapped open, their colour changing from bright green to murky black, and her hand instinctively grabbing fierce hold onto the handle of her sword and dragging it out into the air, as she charged forward.

As the first swipe of her sword contacted with the enemy perfectly she felt energized. She surged on, whirling around and chopping off an arm that was about to blast her. The Zempharian warrior shouted loudly before she pressed her hand to his chest burning him from the inside. “Murderers!” she screamed, but didn’t stop to look at his reaction. Jutting her foot out, she tripped the next man running towards her and pushed her sword into his gut, effectively pinning him to the floor.

Most of the older Zempharians had burn marks on their foreheads from where they had tried to burn their Vantreyne symbols off so that the Consei couldn’t sense them when they were near. These deep scars marred their otherwise normal faces, and in the dim light many of them looked like animals to her. Animals that killed Ryx.

As the battle wore on the second sun came out to meet the first, brightening up the sky and the lands, looking upon the struggling fighters, reflecting light on the countless bodies of shiny armour below.

Meyrene fought mercilessly, each blast erupting from her hand was a death blow, and each movement of her body was calculated. Usually she would forget the outside world, her life when she fought, but today the image of Mikaryx’s face wouldn’t leave her mind. Anger and the need for revenge coursed through her veins, making every one of her blows infinitely more effective than usual. She killed each opponent without hesitation, digging the sword deeper into those in whose eyes she could see fear.

The silver blood covering the ground in splatters had started to turn hard and black. Cries of pain from the wounded ones mixed with the grunts of the exhausted warriors.

Her heal digging into the ground she pushed her bloodied sword into the arm of the female warrior who had jumped on top of her, slashing Meyrene’s cheek with her sharp nails. Shoving the girl back she held her hand forward, dark purple energy emitting from her hand and wrapping itself around the Zempharian. Within a few minutes the female was chained to the ground, a strong energy web around her, sucking away the heat from her body until she was weak and cold.

A cruel laugh escaping her lips Meyrene turned around to blast the next Zempharian she saw. They had stolen her future, killed her dream, and destroyed her plan. They would pay.

Her hands were recharging fast, and she was blasting everything in sight. Her senses were in overload, each movement behind her and in front of her registered in her mind perfectly and she eliminated it. When her sword flew out of her hand by an unknown force behind her she turned around, looked the concerned Zempharian in the eye, grabbed the curved blade from her belt and slashed his throat, his silver blood staining her clothes and getting in her hair. But she could care less. She had lost it, she was officially a killing machine.

Moving forward, she pushed past the fighting warriors and pulled her sword out of the ground. In the distance she saw Kynel struggling with five opponents attacking from each side. Black smoke emitted from her hands and she blasted them, 20 feet away, before running over to fight back to back with him.

“Thanks!” he panted.

“Don’t mention it.” She said winking, the smile on her face growing with every life she took.

She surged forward until she was in their part of the battle-ground. She would fight them from inside their forces. She had no doubts about how good she was. When, unexpectedly her sword flew out of her hand again, she turned around in rage, her hands upon the throat of the other, using her nails to scratch. Pushing the person to the ground, she got up and started to move back to the Xei, when suddenly she felt something.

A vibration in the air.

Someone was coming towards her, sword raised. So absorbed was she in the picture her mind was showing her, that she did not fight when a Zempharian caught her arm from in front of her, and slashed her arm with his sword.

He was coming closer.

He was prepared; she could feel the blade cutting the air perfectly as he moved. She wouldn’t have a chance. Shutting her eyes she thought hard. Focus. She could almost imagine him coming towards her in slow motion. Focus. The black-red mist swirled around in her free hand as the other was tugged. Focus. She flexed her fingers making the ball in her hand larger, its heat starting to burn her own fingers. Her forehead creasing painfully as she created a picture with her senses. Today I fight for you. Twisting her arm around she let out the fearful blast, and it hit her target, where he stood metres away from her. His sword fell on the floor with a thud as he toppled to the ground.

She felt no remorse.

She had finally perfected the backward-blast. And Mikaryx had helped her. Twisting the arm of the Zempharian who still held her hand, seeming to be in shock, she broke free, and ran over to the burnt body. Grabbing the necklace from around his burnt neck as a reminder of her accomplishment and sprinted back to the other Xei before anyone could stop her.

The necklace had had the Zempharian seal on it.

Good. He had been important. Maybe now we’re even. Clutching her blood-soaked arm, she rushed to find Kynel, when she noticed that the ambiance of the battle had changed. Suddenly the Zempharians were moving back. Retreating. Confusion in her eyes, she looked down at her arm. Seeing her own blood dripping on the floor her mind unclouded and her eyes turned green again.

And just like that the battle was over.


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