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Sucked In III	By : HarmonizedAnimus Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Spare a copper, m’boy?”

It was a middle-aged man, rather unkempt and befitting for his role. He held two hands out, eyes almost pleading, but not completely.

Altius glanced at the man, and merely shrugged. He reached into his bag, pulling out a silver coin and tossing it to him. He was well aware the man wasn’t exactly a beggar, and he roamed the streets every day only to spend all of his earnings on as little food necessary to survive, the rest being booze. But any luck he could get would help, at this point.

The man smiled gleefully, tucking the coin away somewhere in his tattered clothes. “You’re a kind one, lad. May the Light bless you,” came the weary voice again, albeit with a little more hope. Altius nodded, heading deeper into the center of the Trade District.

Despite only passing through, he couldn’t help but glance at the various arms and things for sale. He wondered briefly if he should have gotten plate armor, instead of his comparatively weak mail, but shrugged off the thought. It would take time to adjust to plate armor’s weight, and time was something he didn’t have much left of.

“Bread! Bread, fresh out of the oven! Treat the family to something nice tonight!”

Altius ignored the merchant as he made his way past the Auction House, adventurer’s hustling in and out, no one paying much attention to him. Stepping into the back alley, he walked silently, not even caring to look at the guards as he passed.

He had realized some time before that he wasn’t quite sure why he was walking, but he knew he was going the right direction. It was as if he could feel Tylron, and was tracing him down. Not having any sense of tracking before, he was grateful for the sudden acquisition of such a thing. Otherwise, finding him would cost him more than he could afford.

Looking at his surroundings, he realized he was in a part of the city he didn’t go to very often. The Mage Quarter. Being a paladin, many mages were instantly turned against him, the only magic users he came into regular contact with were Emyth and his father. And, more recently, Elara. He narrowed his eyes, unclenching his hand. From how his palm felt, he had been holding it tightly for some time. Stepping into the archway leading to the Mage Quarter, he turned to look back, a reluctant smile came to his face. The clouds always were there with him.

Many stores lined the narrow passageways of the Mage Quarter, but there were none calling out to him like in the Trade District. Many of the owners were giving him funny looks as he walked by, surprised to see someone like him there. He somehow knew this even though he kept his eyes ahead of him.

He found himself walking by the large, spiraling Tower of Mages, an architectural feat not seen often. Its walkway arched around it, not supported by anything save the ground and the tower, itself. He knew, that in the uppermost chambers, the interior vastly dwarfed its outside appearance. But there was no time to check, as his feet took him behind it, into a small area between two buildings. Looking left and right, he noticed that there ran a small alleyway behind both buildings, curving around them to go beyond. He turned to the right side, stepping into it.

The air seemed to chill the further he walked, as if no one had been back here for some time. He stepped over a fallen trash can, noticing the small leaf of blank paper trapped beneath it. Taking a few more steps forward, he jumped back, rubbing his arms. The air seemed to have turned to ice all around him, but returned to its previous, chilly state once he had moved back.

Gritting his teeth, he reached his hand out toward the spot, feeling the same icy feeling as before. He clenched his hand, actually finding it to grip onto something. He tugged, but found himself being pulled in instead…

Spinning, spinning, still. His mind couldn’t figure out if he was moving at all, but he definitely wasn’t in the alleyway anymore. The sudden light had briefly blinded him, but he opened them up a crack, letting them get used to it.

Instead of light, it was simply white, white as far as he could see. He was standing on it, looking at it, breathing it in, it was everywhere. No?

In front of him were several people, all hovering above where he was standing. There were all sorts of races, draenei, gnome, human, elf, even orcs, undead and trolls. They were all naked, and normally Altius would be a little uncomfortable seeing so many nude bodies. But it was a little different.

None of them seemed to be breathing.

He looked among them, spotting a purple-skinned draenei with white hair, stepping closer to her. She resembled what he had heard of the girl Serenity, but she, too was still. Looking to the left, he saw an all-too familiar face.

It was Quill.

Altius fought back tears as he looked, reaching out to touch him, pulling his hand back at the last moment. He looked toward his feet, about to let himself be overcome by sadness when he heard something.

Felt it, more like. It was something powerful, behind him. He turned, seeing Tylron.

Tylron was watching him in puzzlement, tilting his head to the side. “You’re Quill’s boy.”

Not knowing how to respond, Altius merely stared at him.

Tylron shrugged, taking a few steps to the left. “I suppose I’m not surprised, you’ve got his stubbornness.” He stepped a small ways away, stopping. “But you shouldn’t be here. It really is a shame, but I have to take your soul in order for my plan to work.”

Altius’s eyes widened, grabbing the hilt of his blade and sliding it off his back, holding it in a ready position. Not even turning around, Tylron chuckled. “Many more experienced fighters have tried to stop me. What makes you think you can?”

Without really knowing why he was doing it, Altius brought his sword up, bringing it down in a frighteningly powerful arc. It slammed into the unknown surface he was standing on, making Tylron turn around in amusement. “What-”

His body twisted violently, flung back as if stuck by an impossibly strong invisible force. He spun several times before crashing into the ground, letting out a grunt as he did so. Altius’s eyes widened, looking down at his sword. Along the blade was a faint shimmering, almost as if it were possessed. He glanced up, seeing Tylron to be getting to his feet. He was clutching his arm, panting heavily from the strike. “Interesting… you’re more of a peculiarity than I thought, boy.”

Altius raised his sword once more, pointing it toward him. “Release them.”

Tylron chuckled, letting his arm fall. “Just because you got a decent swing in, you think you can order me around? Me?” His laughter died, anger quickly growing in his voice. “When my plans came so close to completion, before you were even born, I was stopped before. Not again.” he said, clenching his hand. “NEVER AGAIN!!”

Altius shielded his eyes at the sudden burst of color in the white expanse, holding his sword up defensively. When no attack came, he squinted at the spot where Tylron stood. He started when he saw him sprawled out, still as a corpse. Above him were tendrils of swirling magic, dark and glowing with power. In the center of it all floated a ghastly imitation of Tylron, crouched into a ball as his shimmered. Strange shackles of sorts emerged from his wrists, looking like that of a voidwalker’s but more extravagant. Dark energy coalesced around his head, shielding any other changes from view.

Suddenly, the figure flung his arms and legs out, the magical energy surrounding him flying towards him. As it vanished, a screaming came out of it, as if the magic had been muting it. It became louder and louder, mixed in with maniacal laughter and demonic voices. “powermineyoursgoneearthmineexistancegonepowerMINE” The ethereal being twisted violently in the air, even though most magic around him had vanished. A few more tendrils arcs toward him from below, Altius spotting the magic to be coming from the body beneath him. They were slowing to the point of nothing coming from the body, the screaming finally coming to a stop as the being stopped moving.

It hung limply in the air for several seconds, Altius gripping the handle of his blade nervously, holding it out in a ready position. The figure came to a standing position slowly, a grin on his face far too large to be natural. There were resemblances to the body beneath him, but most had been covered by shadow to look jet black. What stood out most were his eyes, white amongst the rest of his shadowy figure. He held out his arm, clenching his hand on some invisible object. “That’s… much better.”

His voice hit Altius as a physical force, making him stagger slightly under the weight of it. It was so heavily lined with demonic energy and power, it was suffocating him. He forced himself to hold his breath, bringing out the holy magic within him. He felt its warmth envelop him, letting him breath once again. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes, seeing the demonic Tylron to be gone.

He raised his sword up over his head, feeling a powerful blow hitting it just as he did so. The dark magic deflected off his blade and flew off to the side, exploding a few meters away. He spun around, seeing Tylron to be hovering some distance away, frowning. “And here I thought…” he paused, tilting his head. Tylron’s voice was still enveloping him, but it didn’t slow him down as it did before. “Your…sword.”

Altius glanced down, still unsure as to how he had known it was coming, or how he had the strength to deflect it. His sword still shimmered as it did before, nothing changed about its appearance, not even a mark from the magic blast. He tightened his grip, facing Tylron once more. The demon was smiling now, sitting down in midair. “Your… sword is… different.”

Altius rushed forward, slicing his sword in a horizontal arc, only for Tylron to vanish. He spun around seeing him back near the bodies of the people he had captured. Altius brought his sword up, hoping he could repeat what he did earlier as he swung it down.

Tylron was flung back, once more. A faint white shimmering flashed across his body in a diagonal arc, the same arc Altius had swung in. Tylron didn’t hit the ground, but merely floated above it, coming to a standing position again. He spoke, and Altius could hear his voice as clearly as he did when standing right next to him. “You think that odd magic of yours can stop me, don’t you.”

Altius nodded, bringing his sword up once more. Tylron vanished, and he swung his sword while spinning, hitting Tylron directly as he appeared behind him. He screamed, a large gash appearing in his wispy body where he was hit. He crashed into the ground for only a second, pushing himself back into the air. The gash sealed up in seconds, the demon bringing his hands up and beginning to create a massive ball of magic. It grew easily to twice his body size, and, controlling it with one hand, he flung it at Altius.

About to dash out of the way, he caught a glimpse of the stationary bodies floating behind him. He grimaced, knowing he couldn’t let them be hit. Not knowing if he could deflect such magic, he brought his sword up from its resting position.

The massive ball of magic sliced in half, heading off in either direction around Altius. Struggling to keep a grip on his sword, Altius let it fall to his side. Tylron stared at him incredulously. “I should have killed you earlier.”

“Probably.” Altius agreed. Panting lightly. Whatever deity had decided to favor him right now, he swore to himself to thank later. If there was a later. Tylron vanished once more, but Altius didn’t sense an attack coming. He turned, seeing him to be standing in the middle of the bodies hanging in midair. He began to channel magic out of his hands, pointing them at the floor. A massive gateway appeared, showing the image of a planet beyond it. It was mostly blue, with strange formations of green and white.

“You won’t stop me.” Tylron said, staring at Altius angrily. “I won’t be denied, not this time. When I go to Earth, my power will increase a hundredfold. Not you, nor ANYONE ELSE WILL BE ABLE TO STOP ME!!” He screamed, his body beginning to turn into particles and zoom into the gateway. The last traces of his laughter echoed throughout the white expanse as he vanished into the portal, leaving Altius alone with the bodies.

He rushed forward, sheathing his sword on his back as he approached his father. A loud cracking noise made him pause, turning to see the portal start to disappear. He glanced back at his father’s body, biting his lip as his mind adjusted to the split-second decision situation.

He dove toward the portal, feeling his body start to disperse as he entered it, wondering if he had made the right one.
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