WoS Chapter 8

a wave of energy came with radu at it's epicenter. a deep rumble echoed in his throught, his eyes shot ope, but they where not filled with rage, more confusion.... his powerful arm lifted and then the other, both helping to push him off the ground. he sat up finnally and examined himself "amteth you son of a ..... just nevermind" he looked at the oncoming army and his roar shook the very earth. he stood and jumped up, passing through the weaking forcefeild as if it wasn't there, but as the end of his klimiu exited the shpere it strengthed tenfold... but how long would it last?

he took to the sky and roared at the fallen ceree. they few at his breathing fire upon his scales. he quelled their combined flames with a single firey burst and flew at them. he easily knocked them out of the sky in mere minutes. he used this form as if he had been born with it. it all felt so natural. the klakkra began to fly at him, but only a few. he destroyed them in a mighty blast of flames. he stared towards the massive stone behemoth and roared to draw their attention from the city towards him

Seraph was still barking others when Noundele interrupted him. " Kid, I can sense that the other ceree that are in Malleithen are in danger. We need to distract them and leas them to safety. We'll lead an assault against the Dark One at his fortress. That'll distract him for sure."

Seraph liked the idea. "Alright Noundele. Let's go."

"Council, rally up our best soldiers and magic wielders. We will lead an assault at the Forbidden Peaks. We'll distract the Dark One because he is attacking our comrades at Malleithen." Seraph's eyes turned red. " I want every magic wielder to conjure up a spell that could protect us from the darkness of the Forbidden Peaks. The Dark One could have laid a defense system at his fortress so be careful."

Seraph's eyes returned to normal. "Everyone to the Forbidden Peaks!"


Seraph's army had left their tribe and had set out for the Forbidden Peaks. Since most ceree can't fly, they had to walk.

With Saffyre's disappearance, the wall had dematerialized and the ditch of moonshine mixed with Traighluhn blood vanished into thin air. The Ceree despaired but the sorcerors held vainly on to the wall that was protecting them. Radu's passing had made it stronger, but no less easier to maintain. War cries rose from the Selenadre as Solen appeared, clad in silver armor that shone in the light of day.

He shouted "Brothers in arms, come! Today we fight for our land. Today we fight for who we are! Today we fight for the world!" An entire battalion rushed into the fray after him, each looking to Radu as inspiration. Heavily muscled Ceree wielding scythe-like Klimnu and Alerons all clad in silver and gold rushed into the horde of Klakkra and raised the cries of war. In the distance, a flock of ravens and crows were gathering, the clouds of war.

"For Avalhein! For our women and our Children!" The cry rose like a rolling wave from the Selenadre warriors on the battlefield as they isolated clumps of Klakkra by surrounding them and torching them to death. "For Malonrrye!" was the next cry that came, picked up by another "For The Shapeshifter!"

Women and children of the Selenadre began to chant and the elders pulled out drums of Lycandu hide held taut over wooden bowls. They played with skill as even the elderly women began to sing in lament of those who died, were dying and would die as the battle progressed. The music emboldened the hearts of the spell-casters and Malkuthe joined them in their efforts. The wall strengthened as it turned a brazen gold.

"For the Great Mother!" shouted Malkuthe as the highwind themselves rushed into the fray of battle.

He looked up and saw Radu being restrained by wisps of smoke as the fallen ones blew stygian flame at him. He severed the bonds with a single look for they weren't that strong a magic. The strands snapped back and drove some of the fallen from the sky as they rebounded.

Radu growled and turned on the remaining fallen, litterally. he spun in midair, smacking them with the flat side of his kliumu, with about the same effect of hitting them with a brickwall. this threw them out of the sky for awhile. he turned and flew towards the closest stone behemoth. the battle cries and chanting of his ceree brothers and sisters gave him the strength he need and then some. he crashes into it at full speed, his talons cutting through stone like a blade through skin. the knocked the first behemoth into the second making the two collapse on the nearby klakkra.

he turned and roared again. he aimed his head at a group of klakkra and breathed, not fire, but a beam of energy that turned them to ashes and continued into the sky. h e roared at the other behemoths and spat fireballs at them

After a while, Seraph and the others had finally reached the base of the Forbidden Peaks. They were climbing and soon enough, they had reached the Dark On;es fortress. " Everyone, it is time. This may only be a distraction, but this is worth it. everyone, forward march!"

The rest shouted. " For Sylfe!" Some shouted " Long live the Great Shadow!"

Seraph liked the name. " The Great Shadow, successor to Noundele. Nice."

They marched and started to attack. The magic wielders started to conjure up spells. The soldiers were attacking the beasts that were protecting the fortress. The magic barriers were strong, but the wielders managed to break through. The spells wove fire and ice, burning or freezing the enemies. Seraph hoped this would work.