Darkest Castle

Nox sighed. She'll give up hope evenchuly.

 

"So... Let's say I transform into a fire... How would chains hold me down? Or even air?" Eden asked.

 

"You wouldn't be able to get out of the room," Nox said.

 

"Can't air get out of anything?" Eden smled.

 

Veris walked round the dark Castle making roares

 

"I don't know," Nox said.

 

"Well, if no air came through here... You wouldn't live that long since you need oxygen." Eden thought.

 

Veris walked to the Dungeon snarling

 

Nox looked scared.

 

Eden looked at Veris and gave a curious expression. "Who are you?"

 

Veris looked at her on his fours

Veris:I am the Dark lords pet

 

Eden looked at Veris with confusement. "Did Nox's dad send you here?"

 

Veris:No I came down here I am loyal to my master but I have not been given ant orders

Veris snarled at Eden

 

"Well excuse me, I'm just asking... No need to snarl." Eden said, sticking her tongue out at Veris.

 

Ixion looked behind him. Nothing. Where's...? his true self said in his head. But all he knew was that a presence was nearing him, fast. Just as he turned back, he felt a sharp pain through his chest and spine. It brought him to a complete stop and gasping for air. "I just had to be in this body..." his other self said. What's that supposed to mean, huh? Not good enough for ya?! he true self yelled in his mind. "Just shut up...I'm trying to take the thing out." He grabbed the dirk's handle and pulled the blade out of his body.

 

Vallyn, instantly, appeared in front of Ixion, already taking back his shamshir. "Unfortunately, you allowed yourself to be delayed with that grievous wound... A pity." He whispered, shadowstuff poking out of the pores of his body. The drow glared at him with cold amber eyes. "Give up?" He asked, brandishing the shamshir in his hand.

 

Ixion coughed out a little blood, then chuckled. "A good drow would've gotten me paralyzed from that." he said getting up. "You missed the main nerve." Lightning charged in his right gauntlet. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

 

"My ideals are different from my kin's... Paralysis is cowardly." He whispered, coldly eyeing the human. "I am in no mood for foul jokes..." He answered. (Pun, lol). From Mournagh, the blade in his right hand, began to release tendrils of shadow, while the blade in his left, Zilvinidia, released an unheavenly chill. "Your move..."

 

"Animam sacrificare necesse est?" Ixion asked seriously this time. His right gauntlet fired small bursts of electricity at the drow in all directions. Each bolt eventually homed in on the target.

 

"Fool..." Vallyn whispered, seeing the opening as it were. Taking advantage, he used his shadowstep to get away from the bolts. He appeared in front of Ixion, his swords working madly, a flurry of silver slivers. Already the multiple wounds on Ixion began to open and grow wider, becoming more grievous. The wound in Ixion's back still oozed his life blood. With a final cut, the grievous cut tore apart Ixion's ribs. Fatal or no, the drow stepped away as the bolt finally hit against the ground. "You should've thought better..." With that, he walked away. He stopped near the closest tree. "I'm not just a drow..." He spoke over his shoulder.