(Geez, I have the pacing of a drunk cheetah on a haywire treadmill.)
Disclaimer: Immortal Wars was the book I came up with and wrote in high school. I hadn’t even hit college by the time I wrote the first two books. That means I hadn’t developed my style yet, wasn’t good at self-editing, and the story was fairly basic. So, you’ve been warned that this is the ultimate author throwback segment for my blog and will show my author origins. FYI- I put the first book (The Summoning) through a Print-on-Demand publisher and the second one (Light, Blood, & Tears) never saw the light of day. Enjoy!
On one of the lower levels of the warship, Kilanus enters her bedroom, which is decorated with pictures that are obviously for children. She looks around the room in complete disgust as she picks up her death scythe that was carelessly lying on the bed. With the magical weapon in her hand, Kilanus starts destroying the pictures of playful kittens and other cute animals.
“I can’t believe I actually lived in this room. It’s so nice and disgusting. Makes we wanna puke,” thinks Kilanus as she walks over to a small terminal.
“Computer online. Hope my new voice pattern is in the system. Change the walls and ceiling from pink to either blue or silver and get me some pictures that don’t have cute and adorable things in them. A couple of gory posters would be real nice. And a couple with some nudity in it.”
The door to her room suddenly swishes open and Kilanus turns around to face a very bloodthirsty Psylon. The redheaded lunatic has her morning star in hand and her eyes look for anything to either kill or destroy. The dim light shines off a tiny bit of drool that hangs off of the psycho’s mouth.
“What the hell do you want?”
“I heard some loud noises and I thought that I could finally get to kill someone. It’s been a few years since I’ve had a good fight that ended in a good kill,” answers Psylon with a slightly confused look on her face.
“Get your freaking ears cleaned, firefly. I was simply remodeling my personal space and needed to use some . . . destructive methods. This room was way too bright and immature for me.”
“Are you feeling all right, Kilanus? You seem to be much older and a lot more impulsive. Sort of like your mother. Only you haven’t jumped anybody’s bones yet, so it isn’t exactly like her.”
“Don’t start with me, Psylon. I feel great. Mindtrigger and Adriana just finished putting my brain back together. So now I can act like my real self. Do you have any problems with that, dragon breath?”
“Not at all. Are you ready for a little battle workout? It might actually be a good fight instead of me knocking you around for an hour. You’re no longer a little wuss hiding under your mother’s protection.”
“Of course I’m ready. But you’re in for the biggest beating of your life.”
“Don’t make me laugh. You haven’t been able to defeat me yet, runt. And I seriously doubt that new attitude is going to help you today.”
The two immortals walk off toward the battle arena that is on the top floor of the warship. This battle arena looks exactly like the one the guardians have, except this one doesn’t have that many lights. Kilanus and Psylon silently walk into the room and turn to face each other.
“Let’s see what you got, squirt,” growls Psylon as she charges at her younger opponent.
“Okay. Just remember that you asked for it,” responds Kilanus with an evil smile. She vaults over Psylon’s clumsy attack before giving the redhead a sharp kick to the back of the head. Psylon stumbles forward and whirls around to block another attack, but the girl is nowhere to be seen. Only the long, blue cape is seen on the ground along with Kilanus’ chainmail armor.
“Where the hell did you go? You’re just going to drop your gear and run away in your underwear? Get your frozen ass back here and fight like an immortal!” yells Psylon. From out of the dark shadows, Kilanus smashes her fist into Psylon’s angry face. Not letting Psylon recover, Kilanus viciously knees her opponent in the stomach with crippling force. The older immortal falls to her knees gasping for air.
“Nice . . . shot. You . . . collapsed a . . . lung,” mutters Psylon once she catches her breath.
“I don’t believe this. The great secret gladiator of Sparta, Psylon, is giving up already? I didn’t even work up a good, healthy sweat. This is just so pathetic. I doubt I even burnt off any calories either,” says Kilanus, who is leaning against the wall on the other side of the room. A slight shiver goes through her body, since under the cape and warm armor she was only wearing a tight, silver T-shirt and a thong.
“I’ll gladly burn those off for you!” screams Psylon in primal rage. From her outstretched hands an enormous blast of fire erupts toward Kilanus. The fireball’s target leaps out of the way and the fire leaves a smoking burn mark on the wall. Psylon yells again and incinerates the pile of clothes that Kilanus makes a cautious attempt to retrieve them.
“You can walk back to your room in that outfit. Call it a lesson in humility. But here’s an important tip, little girl. Never let your guard down during a battle. Especially when you’re fighting someone like me!” exclaims Psylon as she gets off of her knees and leaves Kilanus shivering in the arena.
“That psychotic witch. I can’t believe she tried to kill me with her powers. What’s worse is that I’m freezing my ass off. Stupid of me to take the bulky armor off for easier movement. Keeping it on would have made it more of a challenge,” thinks Kilanus as she gets up from the place she was kneeling. She tries to ignore the cold air in the arena and slowly walks toward her room. As she walks down the warm corridor, her mind is suddenly bombarded with distorted images of people she has never met or seen before. These images cause feelings of pain and hatred to surge through her brain. As soon as her head clears, Kilanus can’t remember exactly what had just happened or what these mysterious images meant. And she is not so sure she wants to find out.