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7 pages (Battle of the Gods)
04.04.03, 22:08:18
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I WROTE THIS STORY FOR MY ENGLISH CLASS IT IS INCOMPLETE AND IT NEEDS A WHOLE LOT OF WORK DONE ON IT.
HOPE U LIKE IT!
(its kinda long though (7 pages))
if you don't like it i would please like you to submit your opinions and what you think that i should change or add to the story.
The Battle of the Gods
In a time before written records and man kind itself existed a world of terror, courage, honor and beauty. Where creatures that now could only be found in the wildest of imaginations live. Creatures of beauty such as the Phoenix, Griffin and Sphinx thrived. Also creatures of darkness and evil like Wraiths, Goblins and Trolls swarmed.
Each race of creatures had its own ruler, the mightiest of the clans. Each ruler was chosen in a great battle. Two potential rulers went into combat and whichever one performed the best was granted leadership. The beings that decided this were the gods of the world; the Silver Moon Dragon Shale was the goddess of the north. The god of the south was the great Mountain Ogre Radian. The god of the west was deemed as the great Thunder Troll Stormhammer. The goddess of the east was the Atlantic Leviathan Mantis
Chapter 1: The Awakening
Brecht could hear the clap of a distant thunderstorm as he awoke from a startling dream. He dreamt that he was somehow flying over a great mountain chain. He flew for hours and had no idea how he was staying aloft because he had no flying magic and no wings. He was almost to the largest mountain in the chain and he could see that It was so large that it had a bowl in the middle, but before he could see anything with detail something struck his head and he woke.
Brecht wondered what was over that cliff and he takes the dream as an omen because he has had the dream more than once and is very superstitious. But he had more pressing matters to attend to like leading his people, the forest ogres. There was a great festival coming soon to honor the gods and the great tournament that will give the victor eternal life wherever they chose. Brecht was hoping that he would be chosen for this tournament.
Only the leaders of their clans could compete in this battle so Brecht had a good chance of being chosen. He was both the leader of his clan and the best warrior that the forest ogres had seen in over three centuries. He was very anxious for the festival to come because tonight was the night that all the clans in the world would receive the message of who would be fighting in the great tournament. But, it was still early in the morning so he decided to get some more sleep before the big day.
Chapter 2: The Sun
Balor, the great sun wyrm had dreamt the same dream that Brecht did but he actually understood it. Even though the dream was confusing, Balor contemplated it for hours and he came to the conclusion that it was some kind of omen that he perceived meant that he would come close to greatness but something would cut him off. Balor was the leader of the sun wyrm clan and the wisest dragon wizard in a century.
He too had to prepare for the great festival of the tournament where the chosen ones would be announced. The festival was hard to prepare for the dragons, though, because they lived on the sun and all of their decorations melted after a few seconds. Their golden scale hides were tougher than steel and could not even be melted by the sun. They lived on the sun because unless their blood was at a boil at all times then they would be very uncomfortable. Fortunately, Balor was not burdened with this problem, so he was not forced to live on the sun but he chose to so he could live with his own kind.
Balor hopes that he gets chosen and he has a great chance of this because of his ability to do the best spells in the clan and the fact that he is the leader of his race. He could even make a fireball hot enough to melt the near invulnerable scales of his species.
If Balor was chosen he would have to leave immediately for the earth on the solar currents made by the sun. The golden dragons wings were made for flying in air and for catching solar winds, this gives them the ability to get to earth in just two days instead of the usual two weeks. In that time most creatures would run out of oxygen but the dragons have a special set of lungs that can breathe any type of gas and turn it into oxygen. Just one breath can last a month.
Just as the festival was almost complete for the sun, the forest ogre clan was also about to sit down to the grandest meal of the century. Brecht was at the head of the table that was laden with roasted pig, steak, venison and all of the other ogre favorites. Brechts’ best friend Thrash was sitting next to him and in the middle of the meal he made a toast. “My friend here has been the leader of the clan for over five years. This year is possibly his last year too because the Tournament is coming up and Brecht is expected to be chosen. May he go with honor and dignity and come out of the battle as the victor, to live eternal life in his dreams.”
After that toast all of the ogres let out a great cry, as if going into battle, that made the entire forest shudder and left all of the creatures in their homes shuddering from fear. After the meal was over the head of a majestic silver dragon appeared over the table and with a loud and disciplined voice said, “as you all should know the great tournament is to be held in one months time. The tournament will have two contestants that will go into battle. The victor will be granted eternal life and the right of any land of their choice. It just so happens that I have the chosen competitors names here, Balor, of the sun Wyrms, and his competition will be Brecht of the Forest Ogres. I will expect these two champions to be in the wastelands of Madeira in one weeks time.”
The moment that the face disappeared another roar went up from the ogres that tore a few branches off of the nearest trees. Two hours later Brecht was packed and ready to head for the wastelands with visions of battle in his head. Luckily the wastelands were only a three day trip if he took the path used by his ancestors. They had put a spell on it that kept all dangers away from the path so travelers could use it regularly. At the same time that Brecht was leaving the ogre camp, Balor was spreading his golden wings to catch the solar winds for the trip to the earth.
Chapter 3: The Championship
After three days Brecht made it to the wastelands and he was not surprised to see the hundreds of different creatures on the borders of the wastelands. He was greeted by a small gnome, about 2 feet high with a scrunched up nose and a pointy hat. “Name Please.” Brecht was confused but he went along, “Brecht of the Forest Ogres.” Immediately the little gnomes eyes widened and he told him to stay where he was. About five minutes later he came with a tall elf who told him to follow him to a humongous building that was so tall that he couldn’t even see the roof and so wide he couldn’t see the sides. He thought why hadn’t he seen this before, it was too big to miss for miles, there must be a spell on the place to conceal it, so he left it at that.
The elf told him to go inside and meet with the gods. The elf also told him that his competition was in there too. He went inside and he saw a giant golden dragon just standing In front of the four most majestic creatures he had ever seen. Surely these marvelous creatures must be the gods, and he was certain that they were after he saw the dragon that had made the announcement at the right end of a gigantic table.
The Leviathan told him to sit or stand wherever he wants while they state the rules of the battle. “The rules go as follows, rule number one, the only way to win is to knock out the opponent or kill him. Rule two, in the event of a draw, the two contestants will not be granted eternal life but will, however, be given the choice of a place to live. Rule three any weapon used by a contestant that was not agreed upon by the judges will be considered illegal and the person using that weapon must forfeit. Do the competitors agree to these rules?” The gold Dragon and Brecht both nodded their heads and agreed. “Good, accommodations have been provided. Eat well and report on the field tomorrow morning at noon, there the battle will begin.”
Chapter 4: The Sacrifice
The next morning at noon, Balor and Brecht appeared on the field and chose their weapons. Balor did not need a weapon because he was a dragon with sharp teeth, claws and breathes fire, but Brecht chose a gigantic mithril mallet that was indestructible and it was imbued with the strength to control the earth and make lightning bolts at will. Before the battle the two contestants showed off their abilities to warm up. Brecht struck the ground and made an earthquake and he blew up a rock with lightning. Balor showed off his aerial capabilities by flying through a series of pillars and he used his fire breath to melt sand into glass.
Finally after warming up the two rivals faced each other. The battle started by Brecht shooting a lightning bolt at Balor, but in the nick of time he moved out of the path. Brecht countered this by making pillars of rock shoot up but they were not fast enough to hit Balor as he weaved between them with amazing skill. The battle went on like this for four days. On the fourth day both of them were tired and fatigue was starting to show.
Even though they were hungry and depraved of sleep, Brecht still kept going, he shot lightning bolt after lightning bolt at the other and after an hour of doing this Balor landed. Brecht had just enough strength to shoot one more bolt but he was tired and he tripped and the bolt hit a mountain and boulders started falling toward Balor. He wanted to win but not so bad that he would kill. He got one last burst of strength and charged at Balor and had just enough strength to move the giant dragon but he got caught in the rockslide instead.
Balor, though tired went to the rock pile and started digging, he found the ogre at the bottom. He was unconscious and badly hurt. Brecht was treated for his wounds at a nearby building but was still unconscious. Suddenly the gods appeared and named Balor the winner. Immediately he said, “I do not accept. This creature saved my life, and risked his own in the process. He is a creature of honor and I will not accept victory at his expense. I call a draw.”
At that moment Brecht awoke from his deep slumber and both him and Balor were face to face with Radian and Shale. They stated synchronously, “We have waited centuries for creatures to show such honor. All gods are not supposed to live forever, they need a replacement after some time, which is what the tournament is for. When you two showed that much courage and honor, we now know that we have found our replacements.”
Both Balor and Brecht turned to each other with questioning glances. Then the two gods disappeared and the ogre and dragon both received a great rush of energy and knowledge. The other two gods told them to follow them, and so they did. Brecht was flying again and so was Balor to the same mountain in their dreams. “Welcome to Ashneara, the land of the gods.” They crested the ridge of a great mountain and saw a great lush place inside a giant crater. “This is where you will live out much of your lives as the immortal and govern the worlds.” They gazed in wonder at the bounty of the land and lived for over 3000 years as the gods of the sun and forest. |
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