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Chapter 3
Leviar's Wrath

"YOU FOOL! YOU LOST HER, YOU INCOMPITENT FOOL!" Leviar screamed at me when I awoke from my unconscious state on a bed that felt old and hard. "That's quite enough Leviar," said an old and familiar voice, "he has suffered enough from losing her in the first place. And where were you when the barbarian took her, young fire-heart?" Leviar scoffed at his remark and trotted away angrily. "Are you alright, youngling of the Utopia house?" I sat up in this pitiful excuse for a bed and saw that he voice came from an old friend. "Betlam! You're alive?" I said shocked to see this man who had been alive for a good 156 years to this day. "Do you really think I would let a little thing like time kill me Dartician? I am a bit more resilient than that boy," he said as he cackled and coughed, "now answer my question young one. Are you alright?" The old man always liked to get answers to his questions. "Yes, I suppose so Betlam. How are you doing?" Leviar burst through the door with a look of anger mixed with terror. "The barbarian would like to see you Dartician." Betlam looked at Leviar for a moment and turned to a cupboard, opened it and picked out a small vile with a green liquid in it. "Drink this Dart. It will heal your wounds quickly but only for a period of time." This is a grave miracle, and it may just work to my advantage. I take the vile with me out side, as to reassure I get a good amount of time with the effects of this strange potion. "Alabaster. What have you done with Luna?" A thunderous cackle bellowed through the town as he walked toward me. "Dartician, son of Hope Utopia, brother to the fallen Xandel Utopia. I will return your precious wench to her home when I get just one honor." I was quick to speculate for I had a feeling I knew his terms. Then the barbarian roared "I will give her back to her poor father, when you are dead!" The entire town rattled with chatter from the worried people, their thoughts ablaze with fear of a fight breaking loose in this quiet little town. "If you can manage to kill me you fat ugly moron!" I yelled with a clever plan in mind. He rushed me, weapon in hand and eyes flaring with anger. "That's it you big lug" I whispered to myself as I drank the potion. A rush, it felt amazing yet I knew I had a limit. As it was my wounds healed, and my speed felt as though it had returned. In a single swift movement I lunged forward and threw up my foot to the large head of this lumbering idiot. Or so I thought he was, as he perceived my actions and grabbed me by the ankle and flung me across the street into a set of stairs that lead up to the saloon. "You silly little fool, don't you think I would have seen something like that coming?" he sneered at me as I staggered to get up. "Well it was worth a shot…" I said as I got on my feet "but let's try to step up the intelligence level of my tactics." I tilted my head down to focus and gathered a bit of power that I funneled into my feet. In a flash it happened, I was behind him with a knife to his back. With a large whooshing noise I was launched back by a colossal arm and I flew back two feet flat onto my back. "Keep trying small man, I will always trump you if you don't try harder than that." He chuckled after this remark knowing that the liquid did something to me. "Dammit" I thought to myself as I tried to get back up. I knew I had to do something or I was gonna die here. -sigh- "Serenian Secret Technique – Death's Gate" a torrent of energy flowed around my body as I raised my hand to the sky. "FORM, MY MIGHTY SCYTHE!" just then my ultimate weapon, Death's Gate, formed in my hand from the torrent. I spun the great scythe in my hand to disperse the torrent. "Now, Alabaster, this is your final day." The giant cackled loudly then held out and twitched his hand to taunt me. I raced towards with scythe in mid swing, aimed at his mid-section and coming down onto him from a slight angle. In an almost impossible slip-second move he disappeared and appeared behind me. He grabbed me by the skull and held me there. Not even Leviar could believe his eyes. I, the mighty warrior of the Serenian family of Utopia, the prodigy of my family and the one that surpassed my own father, have just been caught by this lumbering oaf. Then I felt it… the effects of the potion wore off. My scars re-opened and the pain rushed back into my body and the fear of death returned. A loud ear-shattering scream of pain let out by me, the mighty Utopian warrior, and a large fool at this time. "DARTICIAN!" screamed Leviar from where he was. A pulse through the air, a faint feeling of fright, and a chilling power spike were the last things the barbarian felt before his untimely death. Leviar, in an almost demonic trance, suddenly appeared unnoticed by Alabaster. A cracking noise was all I heard before I was dropped to the ground. Leviar had broken the neck of the great oaf and left everyone in town fearing the new physical anomaly on Leviar's back. A large pulsing eye with pupil and iris as black as the reaches of space. The outline being in a rune shape that resembles a tribe in a distant land on Xanderclese, known as Salvation. Leviar, not having exited the trance yet, started attacking the dead corpse of Alabaster in a demonic rage. When I was young I was warned not to let Leviar become truly enraged, and now I see why. This is the legacy of the lord of demon taming, Levi. Leviar looked almost as if he had gone mad. The fear in the town raised and his power spiked again, seemingly reacting to the amount of fear in the area. It took some time but I realized the chilling fact that his power rose with the fear, and I needed to stop it somehow. "How do I stop such monstrous power?" I muttered to myself while I sat on the ground in pain. A single mighty roar came from Leviar shook the town and the eye on his forehead stretched its black tendrils over his face. His shape began to change, and transform into some sort of demon. This came as no shock to me considering his father's true legacy. Levi, the Demon Tamer of Xanderclese was well known for taming the demons by placing them in the bodies of our people, and rumors were started the day he had a son. The rumors went around that Levi wouldn't even hesitate to use his own son as a vessel, which was sadly the truth. Leviar was only four months old when a rather large demon attacked our town, and Levi wouldn't have it just running around. The stories say he trapped the demon in his son without second thought or remorse. Leviar was treated differently from that day forward, almost as if he was no longer considered a Serenian. It was almost as if they treated him like some weapon for the use of the king himself, and his own father knew that he would be such a weapon. Levi didn't care, and his wife was unaware of the sealing of the beast, until it happened. Leviar accidentally let this beast loose one other time in his life and it almost ended in my death. But now was not the time to reminisce about the past, I needed to think. Leviar's form had reached an almost mirror of the Demon sealed inside him. His body had doubled in size and he had sprouted demonic wings with a good eleven foot span. This was truly a problem because this is what his father called stage two, and the only one to take him down from stage two was our dear, sweet, beloved Luna who was in the hands of the barbarians. "Think Dartician think" I whispered to myself as I shuffled behind a barrel to hide. "I gotta calm Leviar down somehow… but… how?" my speech becoming staggered due to the fatigue I felt from the barbarian throwing me around like a rag doll. Just then I heard the worst possible sound in this situation. Someone had thrown a piece of wood at his head to try to hurt him, but to no avail for it just put the villager in danger. And wouldn't you know, it was a small child who looked so tough and willing to fight, at the age of eight, maybe nine. I absolutely had to save this child, but how does one save another if they can't move? I knew one way but it could, and probably would have, gotten me killed. "HEY! You pompous oaf! Leave that kid alone and focus on me!"
I screamed as I came from behind the barrel, staggering, shaking, and hardly able to make my next action happen. I too threw a piece of wood at the head of the demonized Leviar, and my plan worked to a giant fault. I now had a giant pissed off demon-like person rushing me, while already being threatened twice, and still pissed off from the lumbering oaf of a barbarian named Alabaster. This was bad, very bad indeed, for I knew only one person capable of saving me and she was nowhere close. "Is this my deathbed? Is this where I die? Is my own best friend going to kill me?" I asked myself while struggling to stay standing. A slight piercing sound was heard throughout the town, and the next sight in my eyes was Leviar falling to the ground with an arrow right through both wings, at the bone structure. I was relieved, confused, and scared all at the same time because I had no idea if the arrow was of a friend or foe. The placement of the shot was either careful not to hurt Leviar as a person, or maliciously placed knowing the weakness of the demon. Either way I knew that the person had to know us, and was close enough to know the truth behind the gargantuan demon inside of Leviar. I wasn't about to turn my back on the location of the arrow's origin. I turned to the direction of the flight path and saw a shadowy figure on a rooftop, one cloaked in a caped that bore my family's symbol, and what made things strange was… *swoop* and the figure was gone. Now I had to attend to Leviar, who was slowly turning back to normal, wings receding, the eye closing, and his form shrinking. This was a good sign because just a second more and I would have been mauled by the beast inside of him. It bothered me though, that certain oddity of the shadowy figure. That person who bore my family crest, was a dead shot with a bow, and oddest part of all… they had a tail…

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Chapter 3
Leviar's Wrath

"YOU FOOL! YOU LOST HER, YOU INCOMPITENT FOOL!" Leviar screamed at me when I awoke from my unconscious state on a bed that felt old and hard. "That's quite enough Leviar," said an old and familiar voice, "he has suffered enough from losing her in the first place. And where were you when the barbarian took her, young fire-heart?" Leviar scoffed at his remark and trotted away angrily. "Are you alright, youngling of the Utopia house?" I sat up in this pitiful excuse for a bed and saw that he voice came from an old friend. "Betlam! You're alive?" I said shocked to see this man who had been alive for a good 156 years to this day. "Do you really think I would let a little thing like time kill me Dartician? I am a bit more resilient than that boy," he said as he cackled and coughed, "now answer my question young one. Are you alright?" The old man always liked to get answers to his questions. "Yes, I suppose so Betlam. How are you doing?" Leviar burst through the door with a look of anger mixed with terror. "The barbarian would like to see you Dartician." Betlam looked at Leviar for a moment and turned to a cupboard, opened it and picked out a small vile with a green liquid in it. "Drink this Dart. It will heal your wounds quickly but only for a period of time." This is a grave miracle, and it may just work to my advantage. I take the vile with me out side, as to reassure I get a good amount of time with the effects of this strange potion. "Alabaster. What have you done with Luna?" A thunderous cackle bellowed through the town as he walked toward me. "Dartician, son of Hope Utopia, brother to the fallen Xandel Utopia. I will return your precious wench to her home when I get just one honor." I was quick to speculate for I had a feeling I knew his terms. Then the barbarian roared "I will give her back to her poor father, when you are dead!" The entire town rattled with chatter from the worried people, their thoughts ablaze with fear of a fight breaking loose in this quiet little town. "If you can manage to kill me you fat ugly moron!" I yelled with a clever plan in mind. He rushed me, weapon in hand and eyes flaring with anger. "That's it you big lug" I whispered to myself as I drank the potion. A rush, it felt amazing yet I knew I had a limit. As it was my wounds healed, and my speed felt as though it had returned. In a single swift movement I lunged forward and threw up my foot to the large head of this lumbering idiot. Or so I thought he was, as he perceived my actions and grabbed me by the ankle and flung me across the street into a set of stairs that lead up to the saloon. "You silly little fool, don't you think I would have seen something like that coming?" he sneered at me as I staggered to get up. "Well it was worth a shot…" I said as I got on my feet "but let's try to step up the intelligence level of my tactics." I tilted my head down to focus and gathered a bit of power that I funneled into my feet. In a flash it happened, I was behind him with a knife to his back. With a large whooshing noise I was launched back by a colossal arm and I flew back two feet flat onto my back. "Keep trying small man, I will always trump you if you don't try harder than that." He chuckled after this remark knowing that the liquid did something to me. "Dammit" I thought to myself as I tried to get back up. I knew I had to do something or I was gonna die here. -sigh- "Serenian Secret Technique – Death's Gate" a torrent of energy flowed around my body as I raised my hand to the sky. "FORM, MY MIGHTY SCYTHE!" just then my ultimate weapon, Death's Gate, formed in my hand from the torrent. I spun the great scythe in my hand to disperse the torrent. "Now, Alabaster, this is your final day." The giant cackled loudly then held out and twitched his hand to taunt me. I raced towards with scythe in mid swing, aimed at his mid-section and coming down onto him from a slight angle. In an almost impossible slip-second move he disappeared and appeared behind me. He grabbed me by the skull and held me there. Not even Leviar could believe his eyes. I, the mighty warrior of the Serenian family of Utopia, the prodigy of my family and the one that surpassed my own father, have just been caught by this lumbering oaf. Then I felt it… the effects of the potion wore off. My scars re-opened and the pain rushed back into my body and the fear of death returned. A loud ear-shattering scream of pain let out by me, the mighty Utopian warrior, and a large fool at this time. "DARTICIAN!" screamed Leviar from where he was. A pulse through the air, a faint feeling of fright, and a chilling power spike were the last things the barbarian felt before his untimely death. Leviar, in an almost demonic trance, suddenly appeared unnoticed by Alabaster. A cracking noise was all I heard before I was dropped to the ground. Leviar had broken the neck of the great oaf and left everyone in town fearing the new physical anomaly on Leviar's back. A large pulsing eye with pupil and iris as black as the reaches of space. The outline being in a rune shape that resembles a tribe in a distant land on Xanderclese, known as Salvation. Leviar, not having exited the trance yet, started attacking the dead corpse of Alabaster in a demonic rage. When I was young I was warned not to let Leviar become truly enraged, and now I see why. This is the legacy of the lord of demon taming, Levi. Leviar looked almost as if he had gone mad. The fear in the town raised and his power spiked again, seemingly reacting to the amount of fear in the area. It took some time but I realized the chilling fact that his power rose with the fear, and I needed to stop it somehow. "How do I stop such monstrous power?" I muttered to myself while I sat on the ground in pain. A single mighty roar came from Leviar shook the town and the eye on his forehead stretched its black tendrils over his face. His shape began to change, and transform into some sort of demon. This came as no shock to me considering his father's true legacy. Levi, the Demon Tamer of Xanderclese was well known for taming the demons by placing them in the bodies of our people, and rumors were started the day he had a son. The rumors went around that Levi wouldn't even hesitate to use his own son as a vessel, which was sadly the truth. Leviar was only four months old when a rather large demon attacked our town, and Levi wouldn't have it just running around. The stories say he trapped the demon in his son without second thought or remorse. Leviar was treated differently from that day forward, almost as if he was no longer considered a Serenian. It was almost as if they treated him like some weapon for the use of the king himself, and his own father knew that he would be such a weapon. Levi didn't care, and his wife was unaware of the sealing of the beast, until it happened. Leviar accidentally let this beast loose one other time in his life and it almost ended in my death. But now was not the time to reminisce about the past, I needed to think. Leviar's form had reached an almost mirror of the Demon sealed inside him. His body had doubled in size and he had sprouted demonic wings with a good eleven foot span. This was truly a problem because this is what his father called stage two, and the only one to take him down from stage two was our dear, sweet, beloved Luna who was in the hands of the barbarians. "Think Dartician think" I whispered to myself as I shuffled behind a barrel to hide. "I gotta calm Leviar down somehow… but… how?" my speech becoming staggered due to the fatigue I felt from the barbarian throwing me around like a rag doll. Just then I heard the worst possible sound in this situation. Someone had thrown a piece of wood at his head to try to hurt him, but to no avail for it just put the villager in danger. And wouldn't you know, it was a small child who looked so tough and willing to fight, at the age of eight, maybe nine. I absolutely had to save this child, but how does one save another if they can't move? I knew one way but it could, and probably would have, gotten me killed. "HEY! You pompous oaf! Leave that kid alone and focus on me!"
I screamed as I came from behind the barrel, staggering, shaking, and hardly able to make my next action happen. I too threw a piece of wood at the head of the demonized Leviar, and my plan worked to a giant fault. I now had a giant pissed off demon-like person rushing me, while already being threatened twice, and still pissed off from the lumbering oaf of a barbarian named Alabaster. This was bad, very bad indeed, for I knew only one person capable of saving me and she was nowhere close. "Is this my deathbed? Is this where I die? Is my own best friend going to kill me?" I asked myself while struggling to stay standing. A slight piercing sound was heard throughout the town, and the next sight in my eyes was Leviar falling to the ground with an arrow right through both wings, at the bone structure. I was relieved, confused, and scared all at the same time because I had no idea if the arrow was of a friend or foe. The placement of the shot was either careful not to hurt Leviar as a person, or maliciously placed knowing the weakness of the demon. Either way I knew that the person had to know us, and was close enough to know the truth behind the gargantuan demon inside of Leviar. I wasn't about to turn my back on the location of the arrow's origin. I turned to the direction of the flight path and saw a shadowy figure on a rooftop, one cloaked in a caped that bore my family's symbol, and what made things strange was… *swoop* and the figure was gone. Now I had to attend to Leviar, who was slowly turning back to normal, wings receding, the eye closing, and his form shrinking. This was a good sign because just a second more and I would have been mauled by the beast inside of him. It bothered me though, that certain oddity of the shadowy figure. That person who bore my family crest, was a dead shot with a bow, and oddest part of all… they had a tail…