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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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Falling, falling, there was no end to it. He had left the white abyss to enter a black one, falling, falling. Strangely at peace, he never lost grip of his sword, but not completely because he wasn’t letting go. It didn’t seem to want to let go of him, either.

Falling, falling. Ground.

He landed on top of a grassy hill without any sort of impact. He let the tip of his sword rest on the ground, looking around. Far from the grassy field he would have expected, beyond the small expanse of the hill he stood laid a city far grander than any he’d seen. Not fortified in any way, several houses stood in rows, curving around like a snake’s shed skin, almost intimidating before realization dawned on him that they were harmless.

            Behind him were more rows of houses, stretching far into the distance. It was quiet throughout the area; he gazed at the sky, realizing it was far past midnight. It was so peaceful, nothing seemed out of place.

He glanced around again, looking for any shadows that might have been approaching him. He didn’t see anything, but a flicker to his right caught his attention. It was one of the houses; one of the windows had lit up. He tilted his head to the side, taking a step forward. His foot landed on a patch of wet grass and he stumbled a bit, catching himself by digging his sword into the ground. Sighing, he slid it out of the soft earth, hilting it on his back as he walked down the hill toward the house.

            There was a stone ring circling the hill, and beyond that a black stone pathway. Looking a bit further, he realized that both pathways led on throughout all of the houses, a road of sorts. This place obviously wasn’t under threat, it would be painfully easy to invade. The thought made him tense up, clenching his hand on the sword that wasn’t there. He forced himself to calm down, taking several deep breaths as he took in the odd view, just then realizing that he must have been on Earth.

            The house came up on him quicker than he thought. He shrugged, figuring he’d have time to sightsee later. He held up his hand to the door, about to knock when something stopped him. He peered into the window, seeing no one inside, but several things of interest. He looked around the side, seeing a small gate leading to a yard behind the house. Glancing around, he moved toward it, judging its height. It came up to his chin, he placed his hand on the top and jumped. He hoisted himself up, bringing his foot up to push off the top of the fence. It rattled slightly, and he froze after landing, waiting for something to react to the noise. When nothing did, he stood up straight, looking around the small alley.

There was another window, this one having light come from it as well. He moved toward it, cupping his hands around it to look inside. He saw someone this time, a human boy, looking slightly younger than himself. He was sitting on a chair, resting his arms on his legs, head down. He didn’t move for several minutes, and his ragged hair looks like he had neglected any care to his body for some time. Altius looked side to side, wondering if he should try to get his attention when he moved. He looked at the window, directly at Altius.

Neither of them moved. The boy’s mouth gaped open, his light brown eyes unbelieving. Thinking that being seen wasn’t the greatest idea, Altius took off, leaping over the fence using only a hand to propel himself, taking off toward the hill. He heard a door open behind him, and hurried footsteps on stone. He glanced back just as the boy called out. “Altius!”

Altius slowed to a stop, but still didn’t get any closer. He turned, looking at the boy curiously. How did he know his name?

            The boy stopped as Altius did, his outstretched hand falling to his side. Even from a distance, Altius could see the look in his eyes. Shock. “Who are you?” Altius asked, bringing a hand up to rest on the hilt of his blade.

The boy’s look changed. It almost looked as if he had tears in his eyes. “You… don’t know me?”

A sudden explosion off behind the hill caught them both off-guard, sending them to the ground. The earth rumbled for several seconds before stopping, several structures creaking dangerously. Both heads turned towards the hill, Altius being first to hop to his feet and dash to the top, eyes widening at what he saw.

A massive crater had been imprinted into the ground, any houses within its radius nowhere to be seen. Glowing purple cracks ran along its impact, and even from where he stood Altius could feel the demonic energy. A maniacal laughter drew his attention from the damage, spotting a figure flying far above the crater.

Tylron’s fit of laughter was subsiding, but before he finished he created a small sphere of magic in his left hand, flicking it toward an untouched portion of the neighborhood. Altius could barely keep track of its movement, and it had only just nicked the roof of a house before a similar earthquake trembled along the ground, the same size crater appearing in a matter of seconds, anything within it demolished. The sight sent Tylron into another fit of laughing, holding his sides as he squirmed in the air.

Altius gripped his sword, not stumbling at all from the earthquake this time. About to unsheathe it, he felt someone grab his wrist. It was the boy.

“What are you doing?!” He almost screamed. Altius noticed the tears still rolling down his cheeks. “You can’t fight him!!”

Altius narrowed his eyes. “He’s going to destroy this world. And it seems like I’m the only one who can. Who are you to tell me otherwise?” He jerked away from the boy, unsheathing his sword and crouching down low. With superhuman strength he jumped, soaring as high as Tylron himself, leaving a small indent where he leapt from.

The boy fell to his knees, head hanging down. “I’m your father…”

Altius was mildly surprised at how high he had jumped, but somehow he had known he could do it. He flew higher than Tylron was, the demon still laughing like a child. Flipping to slow his momentum, Altius began falling, directly above Tylron. Pushing his feet out, he planted them on the demon’s chest, Tylron gasping as he began falling to the ground. He tried feebly to grab at Altius’ ankles, but had only just gripped them before he slammed into the ground, his limbs flying as his torso dug into the dirt. Altius used his body as a spring, flipping backward and landing several yards away.

As Tylron’s body went limp, Altius let his sword relax in his hand. He looked around. They had landed in the center of a crater, and the demonic remnants were almost suffocating his magic. Taking one last glance at Tylron’s body, Altius began walking away, only stopping when he heard laughter.

He spun around, seeing Tylron to be brushing dirt off of himself, rolling his neck. “I see you’ve noticed it too.” He said, rolling his arm now.

Altius brought his sword up, holding it in a ready position. “Noticed what?”

Tylron made a satisfied noise as he stretched both arms behind him, grinning ear to ear. “Why, this world. It amplifies our magic, our strength. Such a thing I had never predicted, but…” He held both arms out to his sides, closing his eyes almost in reverence. “It’s so… relaxing.”

“Relaxing?” Altius said in disbelief. He tightened his grip on his sword.

“Yes… no.. well… DOES IT REALLY MATTER?!” Tylron screamed, his voice becoming more and more distorted the more he spoke. His childish laughter returned, sending chills down Altius’ spine. Before he realized what was happening, another sphere of magic was sent flying his way, the same that had created the crater they stood in. Without thinking, Altius swung his sword, cutting straight through it.

The boy shielded his face with his arm from the third explosion, gritting his teeth as he thought about what could have been hit. “Altius…” he murmured, the thought almost bringing about a new round of tears. He shook his head, clenching his eyes shut, forcing back the show of emotion. “I need to help him…”

“No, you don’t.”

He looked to the side, seeing a girl standing slightly in front of him. She was no one he recognized, but she definitely wasn’t from Earth. He could only see her white cloak, covering her head, shoulders and lower back. Below that he could see blue leather armor, blending in nicely into the night. He glanced around, seeing no one else nearby, wondering how she had gotten near him without him noticing. “Who-”

“There’s nothing you can do, Quill.”

Altius was sent flying backward by the force of the explosion, ramming into the side of the crater. He grunted, ripping his sword arm out of the rock, followed by the rest of his body. Surprisingly, he had barely felt the explosion. [i]Amplifies our magic… our strength…[/i] He shrugged off the attack, jumping up and out of the crater, landing on its rim.

As soon as his feet touched, Tylron was in front of him, arm cocked back. Altius didn’t even see the punch, but felt it connect with his chin, his jaw crashing together as he flew backwards yet again, landing on his back and sliding quite a ways into the dirt. The ground tugged at his sword, but his grip only tightened, Altius hopping to his feet, bringing his sword up in a defensive position. He felt, rather than saw Tylron’s fist colliding with the broad side of the blade, holding it steady despite the incredible force behind the hit.

The demon leapt backward, murmuring to himself as he did so. “Learns fast, he does. Kill.”

Altius’ eyes widened, letting his guard down for only a moment when Tylron struck again, ramming his fist into his stomach. He coughed up blood as he was sent spinning into the air, straight up this time. Opening his eyes, he saw Tylron rushing after him. He used the momentum of his spins and swung his sword down, Tylron rushing to the side to avoid it. Altius felt contact with something, and began to fall, crouching as he landed. Something landed near him, hitting the ground with a loud thud. He narrowed his eyes, seeing Tylron to be standing and clutching his arm, but instead of blood, he could see his demonic magic leaking out of the deep wound. Tylron glared at him, letting go of his injury. When he spoke, his voice was beyond contorted, nearing on insane.

“HURT ME!! DIEE!!” As he screamed, he began convulsing, the magic flowing out of his arm increasing in volume. Altius held up his sword in defense, and realized that it was glowing with some sort of white energy.

“Blocking won’t help! RUN!” He heard a familiar voice calling from behind him. He hesitated slightly, when a tendril of dark magic flared out from Tylron’s body, hitting his sword and forcing him back through the dirt. He stood up, shaking off the impact as he turned, running toward the voice.

“Elara!” He exclaimed, spotting his trainer off in the distance. She was standing next to the boy; she seemed to be holding him back with one arm.

“Altius!” He called out, trying to push past her arm to no avail. She pushed him back lightly, making him fall to the ground. He slammed his fist against the ground in frustration just as Altius reached them.

“Elara, when did you get here?” He asked.

She simply smiled, waving her arm. The physical appearance of it disappeared, replaced by a white glow. “I’m not here. Not fully, at least.”

Altius glanced down at his sword, which was still glowing slightly. “You’re in my sword?”

“A part of me.” She explained, her arm reforming itself. “Enough to help you fight Tylron.”

“So why are you standing there?” Altius asked, glancing back at Tylron. Tendrils of magic were flinging out of him at a rapid pace now, but they were too far away to come near the trio. “We need to fight him before he finishes whatever he’s doing!”

Elara shook her head. “No, he’s finally going to show his true form. Which is what we want, we can’t stop him in that shell of his.”

“Shell..?”

“Besides, I thought you’d want me to protect him.” She said, gesturing toward the boy on the ground.

“Protect him?” Altius asked, glancing at the boy. “Who is he?”

Elara sighed as the boy punched the ground again, obviously trying to hold back tears. “He’s your father.”
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