Ancient Flames

By Myatery88
 

Chapter One

He woke up, laying on the ground. He didn’t remember how He got there, or why, but He knew that there was great danger near him, and that he must leave. Then He heared sounds that seemed to come from a great distance, but were actually too close for comfort. He got up from the gound, and looked around him. What He saw a grim sight: a battle raged around him, between creatures that He did not recognized. One race was in the color of dark blue, and had mighty feathered wings, while the other race was pale white, and had bat-like wings. Warriors from both sides fought on the ground and in the air, using swords, spears, shields and powerful magic. A though crept into His mind: ‘The white ones are called Hylden, and they are the enemy. I must find a way out of here, and speak with… with…’

He did not get a chance to finish his thought, as a mighty fireball that one of the wizards threw hit the ground, and the shock sent him flying through the air. ‘I have wings!,’ the creature remembered, ‘I can use them!’ He managed to wave his wings a couple of times before hitting the ground. “Now I can get out!’ he thought. He started running, occasionly flapping his wings for extra momentum, towords what he thought was a way out of the battle field. But before He got half way there, one of the white beings, which He called the Hylden, landed on him, forcing him to the ground once more. “Die, By the name of Hash’ak’gik!” The white being yelled, and plunged a spear towords him. He managed to move, so that the spear missed Him and hit the ground. The Hylden yelled again and began to rise the spear again for another blow, but He did not let him. He grabed the Hyldens leg with his hand, and drived his three sharp claws into it. The Hylden scraemed in pain and hatered, garbbing his bleedings leg and letting go of the spear. He sized the chance and pused the Hylden from him, making the screaming demon tumble, and then took the spear that was now laying on the ground and drove it stright into the creatures chest. Vile green blood gushed from the wound, and the Hylden, with his final breath of air, managed to utter the most horrible scream He has ever heared. He then continued to run, away from the battle and from the dead Hylden. Even after the battle was begind him, He continued to run run, and it seemed like He could go on running forever, driven only be fear and horror.
And then He collapsed into the ground, after all his energy was drained from him.
 

Again the voices ruturned, but this time they were not voices of war, metal and magic, but of worry and joy. One of the voices seemed to say:
“Raziel! It’s you at lest! Friends, come here! We found him!”
‘Raziel? Is that my name?’ The creature thought. ‘I think it is. Why have I forgetton my own name?’
“Raziel! Wake up!” The same voice spoke once again, and Raziel, as he now called Himself, faintly answered: “Wha… What ha… happened?”
“By the Elements Raziel, you look horrible!”
“Thank you.” Raziel said, using all his remaining energy to try and sound sercestic. Raziel managed to open his eyes for a second, but all he saw was a bright white light, and the worried face of one of the blue creatures, looking down at him. And then he slipped into the drakness again. But before he did, he managed to hear the voice saying: “Guys, come over here now! He has battle shock! We need to take him to see Jenos immediately!”
 

And then the darkness completely engulfed him.
 

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