Post by Shae the Bat on Oct 20, 2006 15:52:17 GMT -5
His newfound light awakened, Demockstro made his way over to the other mortal heroes. As he was now akin to them, a mortal, alive, not in a state of living death as he once was. Though jilted at first, the heroes understood and welcomed him. And it was Myst who finally called them into action.
"Alright, the Vanguards have laid the distraction, it's up to us to finish the job and destroy that jewel.. if we combine our gifts.. I have no doubt we will succeed." she said, a tinge of joy in her voice.
The others nodded, they stood in a circle and began to focus their energies about them. First, Myst took her ice daggars, and using her Glacialkenisis combined them to form a solitary slender blade. A haze of ice surrounding its crystal glow. Then, she formed rigid pillars of solid ice to raise them up from the ground. These stern and solid platforms gave them determination.
Next, Amon closed his eyes. He gathered a wave of Psionic power and concentrated it in a recoil rod, a blade at the end sparking with blue electricity, the chain made of pure Psionic energy. He then formed aura barriers around his fellow warriors, protecting them from the darkness abound. The glowing shields filling them with hope and faith in one another.
Ci Ci, the ever positive feline, was next. She focused her energies and used her link with the planet itself to manifest a shining emerald trident. Light and agile, like its creator. Her eyes then let off a shimmering glint, filling the others with the same courage she possesed. Giving them the ability to press on despite their fears and doubts.
Stealth was next, his glowing soul blades flaring wildly. He closed his eyes and clacked the hilts of teh blades together, and in a swirling light they united, forming a dual blade with a center handle. One blade of black, the other of white. He opened his eyes, and smirked. The blade shone brightly, giving the others the same balane of body and spirit Stealth had achieved in his training.
A loud crack and rush of air was heard next, Spade had thrown his axe deep into the ground below. The force of this sent up a massive boulder to the height of their pillars. He began to punch and swipe at the boulder, suspending it in the air. Bits and piece crumbling to the surface. When the dust settled, a brand new axe had been forged, an extended hand for better grip and a double-head for better range. This example of power filled his fellow heroes with enourmous strength and potential.
Last, was Demockstro, he had been reborn, new light and new life flowed out from him, he had already gone through his transformation. All that was left was to share his new light with the others, his redeption was their resolve. The re-affirmation that life will go on good prevails. They were ready now, six seperate beings standing together as one. The very epitome of Rayne's earlier prayer. Then, each began to speak words they'd never heard before..
"In darkness, there will always be light in opposition.."
Across the island, Shae's arm began to twitch.
"Those who stand against the light, become blinded in it.."
Shae's once limpid body began to move again.
"Those who embrace the light, are kept warm and safe within it.."
Shae's hands began to clench into a fist.
"No force is stronger than the light, no ammount of darkness can surpress it's power.."
Shae began to lift himself up from the ashened sands.
"As long as there is evil, there will be good to battle against it.."
Shae was now standing at his feet once more.
"In the name of light, we strike deep into the heart of darkness.."
Shae began to glow in a blaze of red energy.
"We six stand together as one."
Shae lifted his head and his eyes shot open... just as the six mortal heroes raised into the air, their weapons held high. The other Vanguards withdrew from their tactics, clearing the way for the mortals to strike the Crimson Star upon Syntaru's head. Rayne, locked in deep combat with Tala, was badly wounded, but his plan had succeeded. Though he bled, though he would surely fade from existence.. he had lead the charge for the final strike against Syntaru, and his Queen was too far from the island to save him.
"You.. ..how could you have done this? How could I have fallen for such a SIMPLISTIC ACT OF TRICKERY!?! DAMN YOU VANGUARD.. DAMN YOU!! DIIIIEEEEE!! cursed Tala.
In a primal scream she let loose a massive stream of dark energy. Just as the six heroes on the island let out a piercing stream of Holy energy towards Syntaru. Tala's blast engulphed the red iguana, and his body began to break away. In his last moments of life, he saw the heroes blast pierce through the form of the great dragon. Rayne died his final death, with a happy heart. But could this really be the end?
"Alright, the Vanguards have laid the distraction, it's up to us to finish the job and destroy that jewel.. if we combine our gifts.. I have no doubt we will succeed." she said, a tinge of joy in her voice.
The others nodded, they stood in a circle and began to focus their energies about them. First, Myst took her ice daggars, and using her Glacialkenisis combined them to form a solitary slender blade. A haze of ice surrounding its crystal glow. Then, she formed rigid pillars of solid ice to raise them up from the ground. These stern and solid platforms gave them determination.
Next, Amon closed his eyes. He gathered a wave of Psionic power and concentrated it in a recoil rod, a blade at the end sparking with blue electricity, the chain made of pure Psionic energy. He then formed aura barriers around his fellow warriors, protecting them from the darkness abound. The glowing shields filling them with hope and faith in one another.
Ci Ci, the ever positive feline, was next. She focused her energies and used her link with the planet itself to manifest a shining emerald trident. Light and agile, like its creator. Her eyes then let off a shimmering glint, filling the others with the same courage she possesed. Giving them the ability to press on despite their fears and doubts.
Stealth was next, his glowing soul blades flaring wildly. He closed his eyes and clacked the hilts of teh blades together, and in a swirling light they united, forming a dual blade with a center handle. One blade of black, the other of white. He opened his eyes, and smirked. The blade shone brightly, giving the others the same balane of body and spirit Stealth had achieved in his training.
A loud crack and rush of air was heard next, Spade had thrown his axe deep into the ground below. The force of this sent up a massive boulder to the height of their pillars. He began to punch and swipe at the boulder, suspending it in the air. Bits and piece crumbling to the surface. When the dust settled, a brand new axe had been forged, an extended hand for better grip and a double-head for better range. This example of power filled his fellow heroes with enourmous strength and potential.
Last, was Demockstro, he had been reborn, new light and new life flowed out from him, he had already gone through his transformation. All that was left was to share his new light with the others, his redeption was their resolve. The re-affirmation that life will go on good prevails. They were ready now, six seperate beings standing together as one. The very epitome of Rayne's earlier prayer. Then, each began to speak words they'd never heard before..
"In darkness, there will always be light in opposition.."
Across the island, Shae's arm began to twitch.
"Those who stand against the light, become blinded in it.."
Shae's once limpid body began to move again.
"Those who embrace the light, are kept warm and safe within it.."
Shae's hands began to clench into a fist.
"No force is stronger than the light, no ammount of darkness can surpress it's power.."
Shae began to lift himself up from the ashened sands.
"As long as there is evil, there will be good to battle against it.."
Shae was now standing at his feet once more.
"In the name of light, we strike deep into the heart of darkness.."
Shae began to glow in a blaze of red energy.
"We six stand together as one."
Shae lifted his head and his eyes shot open... just as the six mortal heroes raised into the air, their weapons held high. The other Vanguards withdrew from their tactics, clearing the way for the mortals to strike the Crimson Star upon Syntaru's head. Rayne, locked in deep combat with Tala, was badly wounded, but his plan had succeeded. Though he bled, though he would surely fade from existence.. he had lead the charge for the final strike against Syntaru, and his Queen was too far from the island to save him.
"You.. ..how could you have done this? How could I have fallen for such a SIMPLISTIC ACT OF TRICKERY!?! DAMN YOU VANGUARD.. DAMN YOU!! DIIIIEEEEE!! cursed Tala.
In a primal scream she let loose a massive stream of dark energy. Just as the six heroes on the island let out a piercing stream of Holy energy towards Syntaru. Tala's blast engulphed the red iguana, and his body began to break away. In his last moments of life, he saw the heroes blast pierce through the form of the great dragon. Rayne died his final death, with a happy heart. But could this really be the end?