The Rising Sun: Episode 4 by J Hawk Page B
Authors: J Hawk
Tags: Science-Fiction, Space Opera
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sword that came flying at him
rapidly, aiming to tear him senseless.
The temple seemed to have climbed to the top
of the very sky, and the billowing wind was suddenly erased of all
warmth: the gush of the air was cold, frigid, and the rattling of
the walls and ceiling grew loftier. Now giant chunks were torn off
the walls and ceilings, succumbing to the wind’s violent wrath. The
broken debris and wall chunks went flying off out the temple,
joining what looked like a ring of wreckage swirling around the
temple.
__________
Two miles above the earth…
The Nyon temple, half wrecked, with a flood
of debris spinning around it, came to a halt at the very edge
separating sky and space. The chill of the air here bit into the
very building. The wind now sweeping through the structure turned
merciless, leaving large chunks of concrete to come sheared off
from all over.
Inside of it, the titanic clash between good
and evil had smashed past all boundaries … The Nyon and the Xeni
fought through the half demolished structure, half clinging to life
against the walls and ceiling all over them. The army brought by
the Xeni had now won intense domination over their rivals. The Nyon
was now fending off an inevitable doom inside of a half wrecked,
demolished structure.
The scales had now toppled towards the Xeni.
They raged over their long hated enemies, now pushing them to the
teetering edge of collapse…
__________
Redgarn crept off the wall, with the cold
blast of the wind still pressing him against it. Across the
demolished remains of this corridor, Mantra clung to a wall, trying
to move. His long white hair was swept backwards in the wind, which
kept him from moving, for if he lost his hold even slightly, it
would leave him flying off and into the mayhem…
Chuckling sidiously, Redgarn reached for the
crystal, which lay pressed to the wall nearby him. He saw Mantra’s
eyes widen as they followed him. The old man seemed to muster every
ounce of strength and slowly inch forward. Redgarn locked his
fingers around the crystal, and brought it closer. You’re now
mine!
He turned to see Mantra still struggling
against the crashing wind, trying to move forward but unable
to.
“It’s over, old friend.” said Redgarn,
shaking the crystal with one hand for Mantra to see. “This will be
the end for you. And the beginning … for us.”
Without warning, Mantra launched himself
forth. Redgarn felt his eyelids stretch open as the humble mass of
black, with flying long white hair, landed over him. He felt the
crystal slip his hold…
“No!” He landed back on the wall, Mantra’s
body over him. From the corner of his eye, he saw the plague
crystal blown off by the stream of the wind … it went flying
towards the end of the corridor … and towards the opening into the
skies.
Summoning all his might, he released a smash that sent Mantra’s old body tossed upwards violently.
Mantra went crashing through three floors. Redgarn spun and held
his hand out, bringing a steady flow of his mystic powers: the
plague crystal stopped where it was, floating in the middle of the
corridor against the blast of the wind.
His hair flipped backwards, Redgarn dived
forward, feeling his body split the wind as he ran down the
corridor.
“Aaaagh!”
The sound, faint initially, grew deafening,
and all of a sudden, the roof right ahead blasted apart, allowing
Mantra to land on the ground right before Redgarn.
Redgarn gritted his teeth. He ignited his
sword and hurled it over. But, dodging it swiftly, Mantra lunged
towards the crystal, his cloak flapping.
__________
Ion continued to clutch the pillar with one
hand wrapped around it, his other hand holding his sword. The world
had suddenly been plunged into frost all over them: the cruel wind
seemed to pierce his skin as it washed over him.
How far up from the ground are we? He
wondered. Feels like a few
rapidly, aiming to tear him senseless.
The temple seemed to have climbed to the top
of the very sky, and the billowing wind was suddenly erased of all
warmth: the gush of the air was cold, frigid, and the rattling of
the walls and ceiling grew loftier. Now giant chunks were torn off
the walls and ceilings, succumbing to the wind’s violent wrath. The
broken debris and wall chunks went flying off out the temple,
joining what looked like a ring of wreckage swirling around the
temple.
__________
Two miles above the earth…
The Nyon temple, half wrecked, with a flood
of debris spinning around it, came to a halt at the very edge
separating sky and space. The chill of the air here bit into the
very building. The wind now sweeping through the structure turned
merciless, leaving large chunks of concrete to come sheared off
from all over.
Inside of it, the titanic clash between good
and evil had smashed past all boundaries … The Nyon and the Xeni
fought through the half demolished structure, half clinging to life
against the walls and ceiling all over them. The army brought by
the Xeni had now won intense domination over their rivals. The Nyon
was now fending off an inevitable doom inside of a half wrecked,
demolished structure.
The scales had now toppled towards the Xeni.
They raged over their long hated enemies, now pushing them to the
teetering edge of collapse…
__________
Redgarn crept off the wall, with the cold
blast of the wind still pressing him against it. Across the
demolished remains of this corridor, Mantra clung to a wall, trying
to move. His long white hair was swept backwards in the wind, which
kept him from moving, for if he lost his hold even slightly, it
would leave him flying off and into the mayhem…
Chuckling sidiously, Redgarn reached for the
crystal, which lay pressed to the wall nearby him. He saw Mantra’s
eyes widen as they followed him. The old man seemed to muster every
ounce of strength and slowly inch forward. Redgarn locked his
fingers around the crystal, and brought it closer. You’re now
mine!
He turned to see Mantra still struggling
against the crashing wind, trying to move forward but unable
to.
“It’s over, old friend.” said Redgarn,
shaking the crystal with one hand for Mantra to see. “This will be
the end for you. And the beginning … for us.”
Without warning, Mantra launched himself
forth. Redgarn felt his eyelids stretch open as the humble mass of
black, with flying long white hair, landed over him. He felt the
crystal slip his hold…
“No!” He landed back on the wall, Mantra’s
body over him. From the corner of his eye, he saw the plague
crystal blown off by the stream of the wind … it went flying
towards the end of the corridor … and towards the opening into the
skies.
Summoning all his might, he released a smash that sent Mantra’s old body tossed upwards violently.
Mantra went crashing through three floors. Redgarn spun and held
his hand out, bringing a steady flow of his mystic powers: the
plague crystal stopped where it was, floating in the middle of the
corridor against the blast of the wind.
His hair flipped backwards, Redgarn dived
forward, feeling his body split the wind as he ran down the
corridor.
“Aaaagh!”
The sound, faint initially, grew deafening,
and all of a sudden, the roof right ahead blasted apart, allowing
Mantra to land on the ground right before Redgarn.
Redgarn gritted his teeth. He ignited his
sword and hurled it over. But, dodging it swiftly, Mantra lunged
towards the crystal, his cloak flapping.
__________
Ion continued to clutch the pillar with one
hand wrapped around it, his other hand holding his sword. The world
had suddenly been plunged into frost all over them: the cruel wind
seemed to pierce his skin as it washed over him.
How far up from the ground are we? He
wondered. Feels like a few
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