The following story is one I wrote for my english class at school. It is based on two original characters I created, Tristan (based on me) and Thuriel (based on my boyfriend at the time). Now since then I've broken up with that boyfriend and have created another character for Tristan to go on adventures with but for some reason this story only worked with Thuriel. Hope everyone likes it.
Cold Fury
An original story starring Tristan and Thuriel
by Kyle Reinhardt
Tristan was pissed, no not pissed, he was furious. It wasn't hot fury either, like the kind you got towards the person who trips you on the bus, or towards the manager at work who treats you like shit. The fury that pounding in his blood right now was cold fury. He felt it pumping through his veins, he didn't think he could get this mad, ever. He tried to slow his thoughts and back track through the day, but it was all a blur. Images of Thuriel, his angelic lover being pulled into a void, and a voice saying “You were lost to me and now you will be lost to him”. He also couldn't remember how he got to where he was now. He wrapped his fingers around the stone that was hanging on his neck, the Rose Stone, the ancient artifact that granted him almost limitless power. Basically it worked on imagination, anything he thought of, he could do, like conjuring weapons, or giving himself powers. True there were limits and rules, such as he couldn't kill an enemy just by looking at it, no, if something had the will to live, then simply a death stare couldn't end it. But frankly Tristan didn't care about the rules or about how he got to where he was, the stone transported him here and he was going to save Thuriel.
He looked around to get his bearings. Straight in front of him was a giant mountain, its peak reaching into the clouds, something told him he had to get to the top, and that's what Tristan was gonna do. He took a step forward, his black boots echoing on the bridge that expanded across a gorge before the mountain. The second he did so he felt the atmosphere change, and then he saw them, angels. But unlike Thuriel these angels weren't humanoid in appearance they had faces like birds and their wings weren't nearly as impressive, theirs were small, mostly for show, their flight was powered by some mystical force. The angels quickly formed a line and planted themselves at the center of the bridge, they cocked their heads sideways, curious at why anyone would challenge them. And then the angels spoke, “Why do you come here mortal?”
Tristan stared at them, he felt the anger increasing, he knew his eyes were turning black, a sign that his powers were about to be shown.
“You know why I've come, someone stole Thuriel, and I will tear down this entire mountain if I have to, to get him back,” Tristan shouted at the angels.
“Our master has claimed the mighty angel, they were lovers once, and will be again,” answered the angels, they spoke in unison. Tristan remembered that lower level servants like them often shared a singular mind.
“Why would God, or whatever is up there, want Thuriel back,” Tristan was screaming now, the ground around his feet was breaking, tendrils of roses so dark red they were almost black started curling around his feet.
“The Old One doesn't want him, he has no interest in this affair, our master is Axiel, the angel of war, mightiest warrior of us all,” they replied, they were floating towards Tristan now, slowly closing the gap between them.
“I won't let you stop me, I will destroy every single one of you, and I you know I'm not bluffing,” Tristan brought his hand up in front of himself, a warning gesture.
“You may try!,” they screeched like birds together and at once they flew towards him, talon like fingers extended.
Tristan took one small step backward, keeping his hand extended and simply said, “Thicken.” With that, the air around the horde of angels did thicken, like tar. They slowed to almost near stillness, as if frozen in time. He walked forward to the very first angel and stared it straight in the eyes.
“I will have him back,” Tristan whispered to it, and with that the rose tendrils wrapped themselves around every angel, their thorns sharper and stronger than the mightiest sword. The vines slowly constricted around the angels, piercing them head to toe with thorns. Tristan kept walking down the bridge, just as he reached the end he stopped. The angels were screeching now, and then, like the needle being pulled of a record mid song, they stopped. He knew they were dead but there would be more and with that thought he kept walking.
That last use of the stone hadn't even caused him to break a sweat, if this Axiel didn't try something tougher he was gonna walk out of here easier than crossing a street during rush hour. Tristan's eyes were still completely black, and he didn't think they'd go back to normal anytime soon.
Thuriel awoke to find himself in a large cavernous room. He tried to move but found himself chained to the wall, even his large feathery wings were tied behind his back. He stopped struggling and calmed down, he needed to remember how he got here. Flashes of images went through his head; him and Tristan enjoying breakfast in bed, playfully throwing food at each other, then an explosion, the wall of their apartment blown open and hands, so many hands pulling him into some kinda void, and finally a voice speaking out of malice before he blacked out.
Thuriel's heart ached thinking of Tristan, he had no doubt that his mate would come for him, all he hoped was that whatever had captured him wasn't more powerful than Tristan. Thuriel looked around again. Something about this room was bugging him, a presence or vibe that seemed so familiar. Suddenly it hit him, this was the castle of Axiel, an angel he hadn't seen in decades, but what else. There was something that Thuriel was forgetting, but before his mind could grasp it, someone spoke.
“I'm glad to see you've awakened Thuriel, I was afraid I had damaged you” the mysterious voice said. The voice was strange, he could tell it was a gruff masculine voice, but it was trying to hard to sound sweet.
“Who are you, what do you want with me,” Thuriel asked.
“I'm hurt, I thought you would remember me,” the person said while walking out into the light, “It's me, Axiel.” He walked up to Thuriel, staring at him lovingly and placed his hand on his chest gently rubbing it.
“Don't touch me” Thuriel said, “I belong to Tristan.” He tried to move his body away from Axiel's hand, but the chains were too tight, he would be forced to be subjugated to anything this being did to him.
“Why do you struggle, you never did when we were together so many eons ago.”
“I don't even know what your talking about, I remember nothing of my years before Tristan,” Thuriel spoke calmly to the angel before him. Axiel's mood darkened, his stared Thuriel with eyes like ice.
“Well,” he said coldly “we'll just see about that.” He moved his hand down Thuriel's chest to areas below. Thuriel closed his eyes, seeing Tristan before him, he would make it through this, and his lover would rescue him.
Meanwhile Tristan was making his way further up the mountain. He figured he was about a quarter of the way up. He stopped to rest in what looked like a garden of some sort, there was a fountain in the center, with many exotic looking flowers and plants surrounding the area. Tristan seated himself on the edge of the fountain and looked around. He felt something here, a presence, and the stone around his next was glowing brightly, a sign Tristan took to mean something was close by.
Just then three figures walked calmly from the bushes, they strode to the center of the garden. The way they walked was disturbing, it was almost like they floated. Once in the light of the garden, Tristan was able to get a closer look at the beings, they were human like. Taking a shape similar to women, they had long talon like fingers, and their heads opened up vertically almost like a Venus fly trap. Extending from the back of their heads, were vine like tendrils ending in sharp points. These Venus ladies, as Tristan now dubbed them, didn't look very friendly. He stood up and eyed them cautiously, then he decided he would speak first.
“I don't know who or what you are, but you know I must proceed up this mountain. Even if I have to rip my way through you to do so.”
The Venus lady in the front of the the group moved forward, her movement was liquid, like a snake. She stared at him and spoke, her voice seeming to come from everywhere,
“We know why you've come mortal, and we know you think you can just brush us aside with the powers from that stone strapped around your neck, but believe us when we say, your vision of life is somewhat altered.”
Tristan remained calm, he knew that these creatures were trying to anger him, trying to make him do something stupid. He knew he couldn't take all of them on at once, he had a feeling they would be an interesting challenge. Tristan was still watching them and then the ladies leaped at him, in the blink of an eye he imagined iron spikes ten feet tall protruding from the ground. Instantly the two Venus ladies behind the leader were killed, but the leader simply side stepped them like it was nothing.
“Simple tricks like that wont destroy me as easily as my sisters,” the creature shrieked, leaping at Tristan with her talons extended. He barely managed to dodge it, the claws were inches from his face.
He needed something to protect himself. He conjured a shield, a small one that strapped to his arm leaving his hand free. He sidestepped another swipe from the Venus lady, and blasted her away with a gust of wind from the rose stone, he needed some space between them. As she was getting up he conjured a spear in his other hand.
The Venus lady was running at him now, her head was split open, sharp teeth ready to bite him, and rip him open. He saw the shot he had to take, and threw the spear, using the power of the stone to guide it straight. The spear flew straight into her mouth, the force sending her flying backwards into the wall, she was now speared through like an animal on a spit. Tristan looked away, he was actually grossed out by the site. He needed to calm down again, many more challenges were going to be thrown his way he was sure. He closed his eyes, and saw a picture of Thuriel in his mind, he was going to save his lover, and know one would stop him.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
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