The Second Prophecy (Part 1 of the Dragdani Prophecies) (10 page)

The light
from the energy in John’s hand began to dim until finally it
disappeared.

“
Good,” said
Ulicoth. “Now sit down.”

“
STOP IT!”
shouted John.

“
Stop what?”
asked Ulicoth, with a large smile on his face.

“
Stop trying
to control me.”

“
I see that
your will is stronger than I thought. That’s very good.”

“
Not for
you,” said the King.

“
You have but
one chance to join us,” said Ulicoth. He now held out his
hand.

“
No! I won’t,
and do you want to know why?” asked the Wizard King forcefully.
“Trust. Trust is needed, and how could I ever trust you? After all,
you’re the reason there are only a few of our kind left, or did you
forget that little fact?”

“
I warn you,
this will be the only chance you’ll have, so do not be a fool,
John. Take my hand and let the last three Wizard-Elves claim this
world, for who could stand against us? Join us, Jastark. Join your
family.”

John usually
liked to hear his Wizard name, but this time he was repulsed with
the way it seemed to slide off the Dark Lord’s slimy tongue. For
the first time in his life, he hated the way it sounded. John could
see that Ulicoth was now slumping over a little. His right hand was
still outstretched, and his other hand was pressed against his
chest. And if the King listened hard enough, he could hear a slight
wheezing coming from the form that was his enemy.

“
No,” he
said. “I already said I wouldn’t help you.”

“
Yes,” said
Ulicoth, “You did say that, but what about your brother or sister,
John. Doesn’t it matter what he or she thinks or wants?”

“
What brother
or sister? I don’t have a brother or a sister!”

“
Oh, but you
do. You see, when a Wizard-Elf is born. There is not just one;
there are two. Two minds, two souls, in one body. I once had a
sibling, and Kilamen has a sister. One gets control of the body,
and the other gets to spend most of, or maybe even all of their
lives trapped inside their own mind. So I ask you, does that sound
fair to you, that your sibling should stay trapped while you get to
make all the decisions? Decisions like whether to live or die,”
said Ulicoth. “Why not ask what he or she wants, for a change. All
you have to do is close your eyes and empty your mind of all
thought, and you‘ll finally be able to hear for
yourself.”

John felt light-headed and had begun to close
his eyes.

“
Yes, that’s
it. That’s all you have to do.”

But John’s eyes shot back open again.

“
NO!” he
shouted. “I’M NOT GOING TO PLAY YOUR STUPID GAMES
ANYMORE!’

“
Are you not
even the slightest bit curious?” asked Ulicoth
tactfully.

“
I was at
first, but I’m willing to bet that whoever your sibling was and
Kilamen’s sister is. They were the first ones in control of your
bodies. And since you are both evil, that means my brother or
sister, if I even have one, is as sick and twisted as both of you,”
said John.

“
I’m stunned,
for I think that’s the first time since you have returned to this
world that you’ve used your brain. But I must confess I’m also
delighted, as now I know that you and your sick and twisted sibling
have potential,” said Ulicoth.

“
My answer is
no, I won’t join you Ulicoth,” said the King.

“
I am sorry
to hear that, John,” said the Dark Lord. He was still holding his
hand out, however, a purple energy ball formed in his palm. He
threw it past the King and out the open balcony window. It streaked
across the dark sky like a shooting star.

Ulicoth
lounged at John. They
both fell to the floor. John kicked the Dark Wizard-Elf in the
stomach, and he slid across the floor and hit the wall opposite.
John got back onto his feet, as did Ulicoth. John made to kick him
again; however, Ulicoth caught his foot and threw him against the
wall. The Wizard King got up. The Dark Wizard-Elf made to hit him
again, but John dodged his fist, spun on his heel and struck
Ulicoth square in the face with his left elbow.

Ulicoth
stumbled, fell and lay
stunned for a few moments. John taking this chance lounged at his
enemy, but the Dark Wizard-Elf jumped up ready with a kick.
However, the Wizard King was again too quick and threw out his leg
in retaliation. The soles of their shoes connected flat on, and the
two pushed away at the same time. They flipped over and landed with
their feet on the ground, both forming energy balls in their hands
at the same time. They stood there staring at one another both
wondering when the other would move.

But Ulicoth
was really trying to stall the fight long enough for Kilamen to
join in. In his weakened condition, the Dark Lord was no match for
John, and he knew it.

On the
battlefield, Kilamen was trying to get only two seconds, for that
was all it would take to Phaze back to help her master. But Delsani
had told as many as he could that she must not be allowed to do so.
Therefore she was now constantly being attacked from all
sides.

Delsani
himself was wounded after he attacked her. She deflected his curse
back at him, and he dispersed it and they fought. He really did
better than anyone could have thought, but in the end she was to
powerful for him and hit with a gruesome curse that knocked him off
his feet and threw him back ten meters. He was seriously wounded;
the whole right side of his body was burnt and it was
spreading.

As the onsite
Curer (doctor), Henkot, was tending to him, a few of the Ves-Guards
were there to prevent him from being attacked, though there was
little chance of that happening, for Kilamen was being kept busy,
and the rest of Ulicoth’s forces had all been pushed back toward
the bottom of the mountains. It seemed that the alliance was doing
a lot better than they had originally hoped, for now their forces
had almost beaten those distasteful creatures back all the way. It
seemed that apart from Kilamen, everything was going their
way.

Kilamen had
almost beaten all of those who had foolishly challenged her.
Demala, who was watching from the tree line of the forest saw that
if there was ever a time to redeem himself for his past crimes,
this was it. He started at a run toward the Wizard-Elf as fast as
he could, which was incredibly fast.

Kilamen had now finished with her attackers
and had begun to Phaze.

Demala leapt
into the air landed on her back and pushed her to the ground before
the energy had covered her completely. She rolled along the ground,
throwing the Wolf off. Demala quickly came to his senses ran and
jumped at her again, not giving her time to react. He put his sharp
jaws around her neck and bit down as hard as they would allow and
shook her like an old cloth. The large Wolf was obviously stronger
than any ordinary Wolf. His strength was only one of the
side-effects of the curse; as his speed, jaw strength, and healing
abilities were also remarkably better than an average
Wolf.

Kilamen
punched the Wolf in the stomach. She hit him so hard that he was
sent flying through the air, but he landed on his paws. Kilamen
jumped back onto her feet and wheeled round and saw him starting to
circle her. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked furiously.
She was completely and utterly taken aback. Neither she nor Ulicoth
had expected Demala to involve himself in this way.

“
I’m doing
what I should have done a long time ago,” replied
Demala.

“
Don’t be an
idiot. Do you think that you can make a difference now?” said
Kilamen. “You had your chance to change and you chose to help
us.”

“
It doesn’t
matter what you say. Anyone can change at any given time if they
really want too, so don’t talk crap to me.”

The Wolf and
the Wizard-Elf circled each other while Delsani lay being treated
for his injury. However, he was not the only one being tended to,
for most of those that had attacked Kilamen were wounded, and the
rest were dead or dying. The other Witches were tending to the rest
as best they could.

The old
Wizard was trying to listen to the conversion as best he could over
the cries of the wounded and dying. He was secretly an Anilang and
could hear the words of dogs, and as dogs and wolfs are related, so
were their languages, so he could understand most of what was being
said.

“
I wonder
what could’ve brought about your new lease on life. Ah, yes. The
newly-crowned and soon-to-be-dead Wizard King, Jastark,” Kilamen,
spat at the Wolf. “Did you really think you had helped him? Did you
think this would somehow make up for your crimes?” she asked
smugly.

“
I AM JUST
DOING WHAT I THINK IS RIGHT!” exclaimed the Wolf.

“
If you
really care about the outcome of the battle, you must feel very
guilty,” said Kilamen.

“
What are you
talking about?” asked Demala.

“
It’s just
that it was you who gave your friend the very information that will
lead to his death,” laughed the Dark Lady. “Then again, you
probably thought you were just lucky. You were in so much of a
foolish rush to redeem yourself. You didn’t think the only reason
you knew that information was because we needed someone that we
could trust to deliver it to him. Thank you, old friend. You did
the job just as well as I told Ulicoth you would. He didn’t think
that you would come through, but I had no doubt in my
mind.”

Demala became
angry at her words. He leapt at her again, but this time she was
ready for it. She grabbed him by the throat, jumped into the air
and threw him onto the ground with the full strength of her arm.
Demala lay on the ground and gave no movement of any
kind.

Kilamen
laughed aloud. “Is this it?” she asked. “Is this the alliance that
thought it could come here and destroy us and everything that we’ve
built?”

After those
words, Kilamen slowly turned round on the spot. “How pathetic you
all really are.”

But she did
not notice that the young Wicca, Molnet, had used her Talisman to
perform a confusion spell. All Witches have Talismans, for they are
as important to Witches as wands are to Wizards.

Molnet’s
hands and Talisman were now glowing purple and blue. After seeing
that her spell had worked, she proceeded to try and sneak up behind
the Wizard-Elf. She came up behind her and carefully stretched out
her arms towards the sides of Kilamen’s head. The girl’s plan was
to introduce and mix two foreign samples of energy into Kilamen’s
mind. She had the idea because a Wizard-Elf’s true power came from
their individual magical energy. If she could disrupt Kilamen’s
energy, it might weaken her enough for them to gain the
advantage.

But before
Molnet could succeed, Kilamen whipped round and caught her by the
wrists. “What a clever little Wicca you are,” she said, “but I’m
afraid you’re a little too clever for your own good.”

The energy on
Molnet’s hands started to move down past her wrists and spread all
over her body. She found that she could no longer move or
speak.

“
Wait until
you see what I have in store for you, little girl. It will be the
price for daring think that you could have even the slightest
chance of defeating someone who is clearly your better,” said
Kilamen.

A wide,
vindictive smile came across her face as she thought of her plan.
She tightened her grip on the young Wicca’s wrists and threw her
into the air. When she was satisfied with the height that the Wicca
had reached, the Dark Wizard-Elf quickly put up her right hand, and
Molnet stopped and did not move from there unless Kilamen moved her
hand in any direction. At first, no one had seen what had happened,
but it was Delsani who brought it too their attention.

Those who could were all looking up and
pointing to the young Wicca.

“
PLEASE I BEG
YOU LET HER GO!” shouted Saren. “SHE’S ONLY A TEENAGER!” the
Wicca’s words pleased Kilamen, for now she knew that there was an
emotional attachment between the two, and she only had to distract
her enemies for a second.

“
I will let
the girl go on one condition.”

“
And what
would that be?” asked Delsani, as if he did not already know. He
had gathered up his strength and was standing again. Some of the
other wounded soldiers were now on their feet as well, feeling
renewed strength at the sight of the helpless girl. They were ready
and oh so willing to use their weapons if they needed
to.

“
All I want
is to Phaze back to the fortress in peace,” replied
Kilamen.

“
I’m afraid I
can’t allow that to happen,” said Delsani, who was trying to stall
the Dark Wizard-Elf for as long as he could. For the Wolf Demala
had fully healed and had taken a position behind her as not to
alert her to his presence. He stood there patiently waiting to
pounce at the first sign that she would let the girl
fall.

“
I grow
tiresome of this,” said Kilamen. She had begun to think of what
else she could do to distract her enemies. Then it came to her. Why
not just give them some new things to fight? And using only her
imagination, she created Lores, Goblins, mountain and Cave Trolls,
Imps, and Dark Wizards.