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The "Download the Seasons" page is back to activity. I have included the 4th, 5th and 6th Seasons to the library and revamped the first three Seasons of The Blue Moon Knights. The files include the Covers of each Chapter and, in the 1st Season's file, it includes the first version of Knight's profiles.

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Iridium Blade

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Since I had revived the Blog, I noticed I haven't updated the "Download the Seasons" page due to lack of time even before stopping my activities here in the past months. In order to make for that, I'll suspend the page for a while until I at least give all current Seasons their space in the page and start preparing the downloadable versions (regular and, in the future, the HD ones).

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- Madness Tunnel of Fate! -

It was cold down there; it was really, really dark and numb down there. It was really hard to breathe, for the air seemed as deadly as the shadows that surrounded him. Vladmir Antoniev Karkaroff, the Elemental Lord of Ice and Water was down there, trapped in a place which knew no time and space. He felt his body heavy as a large block of lead, struggling to even open his eyes.

“Where…Where am I?” He asked with a rough, painful voice. “Where is… Where is he?”

After a while, the Russian Warlock was finally able to stand on his knees, with his eyes half opened. He couldn’t see much through the heavy curtain of dark fog around him.

“Melchior!” He shouted, desperate. “Where are you?! Can you hear me?! Melchior!”

Ha, ha, ha, ha… He IS here, Ice Lord… But won’t be here for long, ha, ha, ha…”

Vladmir’s eyes got wider and his countenance changed from angry and confused to worried and shocked, for he recognized the voice which came from all directions of that strange place.

Mary Hellheim… I should’ve known.” The Russian Warlock concluded, clenching his fists in anger. “You just couldn’t leave the Half-Blood in peace, could you?”

As he talked to the shadows, he started looking to all directions with all his attention in order to spot something that would give him Hellheim’s position.

“I could not do it indeed… You know me very well, Karkaroff.” Hellheim’s voice echoed in the dark room again, showing complete disdain for Antoniev. “This child will work just fine for the plans I have in mind… And there’s nothing you can do to stop me, so chill out, be smart and join me, please.”

Nyet, thank you very much.” Antoniev ironically replied. “Why don’t you come out of the dark and fight? Are you so scared and rusty in your ways that cannot defend yourself without dirty tricks?”

HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!” Her laughter sounded louder and more devilish than before. “You amuse me with your naïve statements, Antoniev! It just hurts my feeling that you are playing for the wrong side though… And that will surely be the cause of your unfortunate death.”

“You sure? I want to see you try.” Antoniev defied Hellheim, shouting to the darkness around him. “I am sick of your games!”

So am I, Karkaroff.” Hellheim replied with a grim tone. “The time for dialogue is not nigh; if you are so desperate to find Melchior, I challenge you to come after me, but I warn you… It won’t be as easy as you think, dear Ice Lord…”

That said, the darkness around Antoniev became thinner and his next path was now clear; he was trapped in a cave made of dark and bright stone walls with some purple crystals embedded in it, giving the room a dim purple light. It seemed to have only one large way in front of him, and he could hear the growl of several other creatures coming from it.

“So… It seems I don’t have much of a choice.” Antoniev whispered to himself. “Hang on, Melchior… I am going to find you, and I hope I succeed on this quest.”


August 6th, 2013

Trans-Siberian Railway, Russia — 7:00 p. m.

Antoniev was trapped somewhere he did not know and to make things worse, he had no more notions of time down into Hellheim’s lair. However, the rest of the world did have time and space, and that notion gave exactly the amount of despair Soloyev had in the bottom of his heart and soul.
At that moment, Antoniev’s young an only brother was taking a train back to the capital of Russia, Moscow; his body was severely injured and one of his arms had been broken days before he boarded in.

It was all Mary Hellheim’s fault, and Soloyev could remember it well. It had happened just after Melchior’s battle with Antoniev ended, when the Ice Elemental Lord gave Melchior his training’s certitude of conclusion. He closed his eyes and everything came back to his mind.

He heard the growl coming from the depths of the earth; he felt the ground beneath his feet tremble in a way never witnessed by the Urals or the rest of Russia; he saw the snowy ground be fiercely and horribly torn in multiple scars from which the colossal Dark Elementals appeared. Three of those massive and strong beings went forward from the trench and came right towards Soloyev, who had no other option rather than destroying them. He remembered really well the agonized voices of Melchior and Antoniev coming out of the dense veil of darkness which kept them imprisoned. He would never forget the pain he felt when one of his water spells failed and gave the Darkness Elemental more than enough seconds to break his arm and severely wound his body before collapsing and fading away. Soloyev would never forget Hellheim’s laughter in the air as she moved Antoniev and Melchior downstairs and disappeared.

The Russian novice opened his eyes in awe and shook his head trying to get rid of the haunting images in his mind. Then, his cell phone started ringing. He looked into its screen and saw a familiar number and he answered quickly with his unharmed arm.

“Soloyev, are you there?!” The voice on the other side of the call asked, nervous.

“Nathalie! Thanks Lord you’ve called me back!” Soloyev replied equally nervous. “Listen, I am really, really trouble. It’s Hellheim — she tracked Melchior here in Russia and managed to capture both him and my brother!”

“What did you say?!” Nathalie replied in awe. “She captured both of them?! Weren’t you able to stop her or something?!”

“No…” Soloyev replied disappointed at himself. “Her Elementals gave me the toughest time in years and I wasn’t able to respond on the same level. She took them with her powers and went elsewhere, that’s all I know!”

“Damn it…” Nathalie replied quite angry. “She’s been looking for Melchior since she learned about his existence! Listen, I want you to get to your place and wait. I am going to contact Cynthia and Lunia and we will make haste to Moscow via Elemental Gates. We will take care of you and give our help to get Melchior and Antoniev out of Hellheim’s lair. Please Soloyev, take care, alright?”

“I will…” He replied in a gloomy tone. “Thanks for everything, Nat. I think I’ll use my Elemental Gate to get to Moscow quicker.”

“Just be careful, okay?” Nathalie replied. “I assume you are pretty injured from your fight, and this can make your crossing quite painful and dangerous!”

“I don’t have time to go through all Trans-Siberian Railway again!” Soloyev angrily and desperately replied. “My brother and his disciple are in great danger and each second counts towards the end of their lives! I need to do something besides stand here and weep over my wounds!”

“You are absolutely right, Soloyev.” Nathalie replied. “Sorry if I underestimated your will anyway… I’ll be there as soon as I can with Cynthia and Lunia, okay? Good luck, Soloyev. I am hanging off now.”

Nathalie ended the call, leaving Soloyev alone with his thoughts. He took a deep breath and put his cell phone back inside his backpack. Then he opened one of its pockets and took a strange, light blue chalk out of it; he closed the backpack’s pocket and placed it on the ground near him. He then stood on his knees and started drawing symbols on the floor; those symbols resembled the gentle, yet strong flow of water in rivers, restrained by a large circle drawn in the end.

Then, Soloyev placed his healthy arm’s hand slightly in front of his body with its palm faced down. He breathed slow and calmly as he got more and more focused; it took just a few seconds for magical water start flowing from his hand and reached the markings carved on the floor.

For the water that flows from all four corners of the World, going from North to South, from East to West… Open for me the way that lies ahead!” Soloyev said in an enchanting tone.

The water and the markings then became only one mass of pure energy, involving Soloyev and his belongings and dragging them elsewhere. He then opened his eyes once more and saw himself standing on the entrance of his apartment in Moscow. He got his keys under the rug and opened the door, heading inside and waiting. A few minutes after he arrived he saw a massive sphere of energy appearing in front of him. Then, the sphere shattered and Nathalie, Cynthia and Lunia revealed themselves standing in front of the blonde Russian Warlock.

Dios mio, Soloyev! You look awful!” Cynthia shouted, horrified. “Here, let me take care of this… Gaia’s Restoration!

Cynthia placed one of her hands over Soloyev’s wounded arm and let her energy flow and cure his wounds, making his arm healthy and unbroken once more.

“So, what are we going to do now?” Cynthia asked.

“We have to get to Hellheim’s lair. We must rescue them!” Soloyev replied inpatient.

“Well… She seems to be very familiar with the road connecting Western Europe to Eastern Europe…” Lunia reflected. “I believe that all Necromancer lairs are linked somehow. How did she reach you guys, Soloyev?”

“Through a hole on the ground which she opened with her own powers.” Soloyev replied.

“Great. An underground lair.” Nathalie ironically replied. “I think we’ll have to get back to Siberia, Soloyev… For me it seems to be the only option available now, for it was the place she ambushed you.”

“There’s another way…” Lunia said in a gloomy tone. “You see… I am slightly familiar with Necromancer’s ways, so I might be able to find her lair and teleport us there, but it won’t be a pleasant journey.”

“Do whatever it takes!” Soloyev replied. “I want to see my brother safe and sound, and so Melchior!”

“Fine, then.” Cynthia replied. “Lead us the way, Lunia, hurry! We don’t have much time!”

That said the four Warlocks left the place walking to the unknown. With their hopes lying on Hellhound’s guidance, they only knew one thing for sure — they were about to face one of their hardest battles of their lifetimes…

End of Season Eight.

- Trans-Siberian Battlefield!  -

The night came fast and darker than usual at Omsk; at the outskirts of the town, surrounded by the harsh tundra landscape, Melchior and Antoniev kept fighting. The night seemed to be giving some kind of aid to Melchior, who got increasingly better at the manipulation of Ice each time he kept attacking and advancing.

Ice shattered against ice and its particles were scattered as fireworks in clean night sky; Soloyev created another icy dome for Melchior and Antoniev to fight alone and undetected.  As they kept fighting, the worries within the young Russian Warlock increased.

“I hope he’s not taking this too far…” Soloyev thought. “It feels as if he was trying to get rid of a memory he kept for a long time… Which one could it be, brother?”

Soloyev kept looking at the battle with a worried and gloomy countenance; yet Melchior seemed to be improving, he was quite injured already, and that was making his life harder when it came about evading Antoniev’s shards.

“I admire your bravery — I truly do!” Antoniev said, stomping in the ground near him and raising a small icy plateau, in which he stood up. “However, I have to ask — why do you keep fighting? Your body is going to be destroyed, and I don’t think you want to go that far.”

That said, the Ice Lord conjured a massive icy wave, which Melchior tried to counter with his own ice spikes; ice collided against ice, and Melchior was thrown to the dome’s wall, feeling his body heavier and far more wounded than before, and it that alone made even more difficult the act to stand up.

“Ouch… That hurts… A lot!” He complained as he tried to get back on his feet. “Careful with that amount of anger, Antoniev! You might end up hurting yourself, heh!” A mischievous smile came to Melchior’s face while he casted an ice missile, throwing it directly at Antoniev.

“Nonsense! Kid, you got no knowledge in the matter of anger!” Antoniev growled, throwing countless ice shards and big ice blocks on Melchior.

Elemental Alchemist tried to counter all projectiles, but they were simply too many for him; instead, he tried to evade them all, running as fast and as agile as he could, preventing the biggest shards to hit his body and paralyze him. Then, he turned around and conjured a large ice shard, piercing and shattering the last ice block thrown by Antoniev.

“Really? You don’t think I lived my entire life with Mirabelle and Ushuriel, do you?!” Melchior shouted, conjuring an ice block below his right foot. “I just started living with them some months ago — Mirabelle didn’t even want to have me in the first place, in case you are wondering!”

That said he kicked the magical block towards Antoniev, who conjured an icy barrier to restrain Melchior’s attack.

“I had been exploited most of my life by someone who I thought that was my mother and who was supposed to care about me instead of treating me like a slave! I think I know a thing or two about hatred, Antoniev!”

With that sentence, Melchior moved forward and struck Antoniev’s barrier with multiple ice shards, which did nothing more than scratch the barrier’s surface. Antoniev mischievously smiled at Melchior’s attempt of destroying his conjure.

“Have you ever lost someone you really cared about? Have you seen your loved ones die in front of you? Have you?! Did you ever stop to question yourself why I preferred to show you Ice instead of Water?”

“Nope…”  Melchior slowly replied, confident and worried that something was about to come.

Suddenly, Antoniev’s eyes began to glow in a pale blue tone and snow began to move below their feet, floating and swirling around them — it was the beginning of a blizzard, but it was no regular blizzard.

“Because hatred can easily take control over us!” The Russian replied, intensifying the blizzard around them. “It can be used and re-used as much as we want and as much as we don’t need.”

The cold, snowy winds became thicker, faster and more aggressive, beginning to attack and injure Melchior’s skin by opening several cuts in it, each one getting increasingly deeper and deeper. At this point, Soloyev, who was merely watching the fight, became extremely worried and decided it was time to intervene.

Брат*, stop!” Soloyev shouted. “You don’t need to do this! He already got your point! And you don’t have to go through it all again! Teach him about water and stop this madness at once!”

“Enough!” Antoniev replied with anger. “Soloyev, he knows nothing! He doesn’t know how it feels like to have taken the life of the person you loved the most! He doesn’t know how it feels like to have lost control over you…”

“You did WHAT?!” Melchior asked, shocked by the small revelation that took place there.

The Elemental Lord then raised his left food above the ground and the blizzard suddenly became snowstorm and rushed back to Antoniev, much to Melchior’s despair.

“Wait, I kind of know how it feels like!” Melchior said desperately. “I saw my friend doing this once! Chill out, Antoniev, we may –”

“Silence.” Antoniev declared in a solemn, sinister tone. “I am sure he didn’t kill his bride… I am pretty sure he didn’t see her succumb to the harsh winter of Siberia intensified by your lack of control over your powers…”

The snowstorm had reached its zenith, hiding Antoniev’s body from Melchior’s sight; Elemental Alchemist now could understand why Antoniev was acting the way he always acted since they met in Moscow. Now he could understand why Antoniev became proficient in Ice-based spells, and soon he was going to have the ultimate taste of Antoniev’s prowess.

“Damn…” He whispered.

“Your final test, Melchior… Prove to me you learned all you need…” Hissed Antoniev. “Witness this… And take cover if you wish… Winter Balalaika!

Antoniev stomped fiercely on the ground, commanding the snowstorm to spread from the impact and raise above, creating a large snow wave above his head; he then began to stomp the ground with the technique and strength imposed in the traditional Cossack dance, and those stomps made the large snow wave to rampage towards Melchior.

Elemental Alchemist closed his eyes and focused on the best memories he ever had; he felt the cold energy coming to his hands and he decided to heat it and make it more fluid; it took just tenths of seconds for Melchior to conjure a large whip of water and use it to defend himself.

Each whiplash kept the snow away from his body; yet, Antoniev’s feelings seemed far more intense than Melchior’s, and thus he was having the hardest time to keep himself safe.

“Damn! Damn! Damn!” Elemental Alchemist cursed as he whipped the enormous wave. “You don’t need that amount of hate! The past is in the–”

He didn’t even had time to finish his sentence; as he whipped the avalanche for the last time, he slipped in the snowy floor and fell on the ground, with the snow crystallizing and falling right above him in a cold and harmful rain of spiky shards of ice and snow mists. Now, there was more than snow standing between Melchior and Antoniev — there was also the great wall of silence present there.

“What have you done?!” Soloyev screamed at Antoniev undoubtedly furious. “Was that really necessary?! Why do you keep doing this anyway?!”

Then, the blonde Russian Warlock looked down and saw something unusual; Antoniev’s feet were beginning to freeze as he was shouting at his older brother. On the meantime, he heard a noise coming from his right.

It was the sound of one hand emerging from the cold, icy tomb in which it seemed to have been sealed; both Russians kept looking at that direction and they saw Melchior’s head come back to the surface again. Elemental Alchemist’s face seemed paler than usual, thanks to the harmful effects of Ice in his body.

“Melchior!” Soloyev screamed, running towards the red-haired Warlock. “Hang in there!”

Soloyev grabbed Melchior’s hands and helped him getting out of the snow. Then, both heard a snapping noise coming from behind, which made all snow disappear. It was Antoniev who snapped his fingers and made the rest of his conjure disappear. At that time, his legs were frozen slightly below his knees, and the freezing process seemed to have been stopped.

“The past is in the past, I know it. I really do.” Antoniev said in a calm and surprisingly serene tone. “I couldn’t save my bride Natasha back then and neither can bring her back now. However, I am not living in denial, if that’s what both of you think. I decided to use my anger towards myself to something more useful than exile myself and cry for something I cannot undo.”

Then, he stepped towards Melchior and Soloyev, releasing his legs from the shiny, thin and treacherous layer of ice which once held them back. He put his hands on one of his pockets and took his Elemental Key Seal out of it. Soloyev finished aiding Melchior standing up and backed away as his brother got closer to them.

“Very well, I am impressed.” Antoniev said. “I never thought I’d live to teach someone else besides my brother, nor that this other person would learn faster than him the arts of Ice and Water. Therefore, I, Vladmir Antoniev, Elemental Lord of the Ice of my age, give thee, Melchior Raven-Hayes, the certitude of Mastery of Ice Element and its sub-class, Water. May the bearer of this Elemental Gift do good deeds and actions with the power fully given."

That said, Antoniev touched the last Seal in Melchior’s bracelet with his thumb, making the Ice Seal go brighter and alive as the three other before it. Then, he unlocked each and every Melchior’s Seal, finishing his training for good. At first, Melchior felt his body liver than ever before; his sight got fully restored, just like his breath, his agility and speed. He felt energized and wobbly, for he had already gotten used to the restrictions imposed by Antoniev’s training.

“Wait… Is that it?!” Melchior said loud and slightly breathless. “I am done?! I mastered them all?!”

“Well, if you didn’t cheat on this journey… I’d say yes, you’re done.” Antoniev replied with a sincere smile. “Nothing to worry about, young Melchior...

Suddenly, and before all of them could say anything, an earthquake started; the ground beneath their feet growled as if some kind of elder monster was about to be unleashed; Melchior and Antoniev felt everything going dark and cold, and none of them could see Antoniev through the black mist. A few seconds after darkness took place, both felt the air becoming thinner and thinner; soon, both Melchior and Antoniev fainted and could see, feel or hear no more…

To Be Continued…



(*)Брат [“Brat”]:  ‘Brother’ in Russian.

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