Immortal Wars: The Summoning Part 40 #fiction #throwback

(Previously on Immortal Wars.)

(Again, we shall revel in my teenage originality.  Everyone groan in unison.)

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!

While Infinity was being dragged to the pit, Fate had managed to find Draveon. The ultimate killer was alone in the warship’s star room when Fate had silently tracked him down.  The smaller fighter had tried to take the villain by complete surprise, but Draveon had seen him in an unused monitor.  The violent fight was quick and its ending was the same as before.  The young guardian was brutally pulverized in a matter of seconds and left lying broken and bloody on the star room’s floor.  Fate still tries to get up even though there is barely any feeling within his body.

“Even with a broken spine you try to get up and continue this fight, Fate.  You are surprisingly courageous for a novice.  If you were anyone else, you would have run away instead of attempting to defeat me.  You are probably the bravest person I have ever wanted to kill.  Still, you must be in unimaginable agony with all of those injuries,” says Draveon, who is standing over Fate.  The sickening feeling of blood slowly oozing out of his mouth and nose as he tries to get onto his feet nearly causes the guardian to throw up.

“Don’t worry.  It’ll heal.  Now, hand over the sword of light,” threatens Fate while coughing up crimson liquid.

“That is so funny.  Although, you are beginning to cross that fine line between bravery and stupidity, guardian.  I have beaten you twice in one day.  Both times I used your annoying luck powers against you and I simply ripped you apart.  Face it, little immortal, you can’t possibly win a third round against the ultimate genetic weapon.”  Draveon flexes his rippling muscles and punches a hall in the steel hull just to get his point across.

“You know how that old saying goes.  Of course you do because you were around when it started.  Anyway, practice makes perfect.  I’m not dead yet, Draveon.”

“The key word in that last sentence is yet.  Since you have probably healed the more crippling wounds I gave you, it is time to finish this skirmish.  Are you prepared for the final round, little immortal?”  The mountain of muscle makes a sloppy lunge for Fate, but only obtains a strong double-kick to his groin instead.

“Please tell me that hurt,” begs Fate, whose back and legs are the only things that have fully healed.  His arms still have large gashes and are numb.  Draveon throws a straight punch at Fate and knocks the young immortal hard into the center console.  A loud, wet snap tells Fate that another rib has been broken.

“Damn it.  I just healed that one,” mutters the guardian as he holds his side.

“Your meager attack didn’t hurt a bit.  What do you think of that?”

“The term eunuch comes to my mind.”  Fate’s eyes turn the usual bright yellow whenever he begins to use his luck powers and a cunning smirk crosses his face.

Draveon’s face goes bright red with rage and he starts to foam at the mouth.  He charges at Fate and tries to cut out his foe’s heart with the sword of light.  With his eyes glowing much brighter than before, Fate effortlessly back-flips over the center console.  Draveon was going so fast that he is unable to stop and the magic sword goes very deep into the powerful computer console.  Hundreds of volts of electricity shoot through the sword and into Draveon until the villain collapses to the ground in a heap.  Smoke rises off his blackened body and uses the last of his energy to push the sword away from him.

“Looks like you’re not as powerful and unbeatable as you thought,” Fate remarks.  He picks up his planet’s weapon and starts to leave.  A shuffling sound causes him to stop and turn at the open door.  Draveon is unsuccessfully trying to get to his feet and can only slowly move his limbs.

“How could you have defeated me so quickly?  I am the ultimate killer.  I have not lost a battle in over five hundred years.  How could a mere amateur like you beat me?”

“Simple.  Since your power automatically turns any power used on you against your opponent, I came up with the best, and only, way to stop you.  Instead of bestowing bad luck on you, I gave you good luck.  Just like I thought your power unintentionally gave that good luck to me instead of you.  It’s confusing, but effective.  Of course, I really wish I had thought of it before our first two fights.  Better luck next time, Draveon.  And there will definitely be a next time that we get to fight,” explains Fate.  He looks over at Draveon, who is groaning on the floor, before escaping into the dark hallway.

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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5 Responses to Immortal Wars: The Summoning Part 40 #fiction #throwback

  1. A super fight scene, Charles

    Like

  2. L. Marie says:

    Oh my word!! That was a great plan! What a scene!

    Like

  3. Pingback: Immortal Wars: The Summoning Part 41 #fiction #throwback | Legends of Windemere

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