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The Blue Moon Knights - Chapter One Hundred Twelve (Season's Finale)
Posted by Iridium Blade at Friday, June 05, 2015
- 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.”
“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…
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