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KageArashi -> RE: Musings of a Cat: A Short Story Collection (8/30/2009 22:34:08)
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Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Sun Sabre or Star Sword. I do own Solaris the Knight, and Lunaris the Sentinel. Sort of, I don't own their armor though...Who am I kidding! I don't own a blasted thing except for this hastily put together plot.
Here's a tribute to the AE staff...Enjoy!
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Brothers and Battlefields
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Blades clashed in the terrible symphony of death all across the battlefield. Blood, sweat, and tears were washed away under the tears of heaven. In a stew of man and metal, the plateau had become the crucible for this clash. On opposing sides of the field stood the two leaders, with a stony gazes they stared at each other from across the field. It was as if gazing into a mirror, a horrifying reflection.
For six days and six nights they have clashed in a ceaseless war. For six days, they stared into the ghastly reflection of each other. For six nights, they have cried silent tears as this needless and wanton blood shed. But on the eve of the seventh day, they each steeled the resolve and recalled all their forces to their respective sides. And from the ethereal light from the gilded heavens, each side was able to clearly see their opponent.
On one side stood the many races of man, compiled into a huge task force in this last fight for their right to exist. On the other side, a collage of mythical races stood upon this single united front in hope of earning the right to live. Upon the side of man, a single man pushed his was to the front of his army. Dressed in gold and silver plated armor, he stood proud and tall. A mask covered the lower half of his face, but even then you could see the grimness set upon his face. The single insignia of a gold circle surrounded by a dozen silver and, gold out triangles pointed outward sat emblazoned upon his chest plate.On the other side, his dark clad twin copied his actions. Dressed in black and gray plated armor, he walked as gracefully as he could to the forefront of his army. With a light gray crescent moon, shining proudly upon his chest plate.
As if sensing the coming clash, the cloud darkened. The clouds heavy with the tears of heaven, crying for this mockery of a battle. The thunder echoing the heaven's cry to stop this bloodshed, and the lightning signifying the drop of a new tear. Rain and the wind churned in a wild torrent of agony. It also hid the tears the brothers had streaming down their faces.
"Brother!" the one in the dark armor yelled across the field, "Today...our battle ends! One way or another!"
"Aye, brother," his twin in the light armor replied, "Let this be the deciding factor!"
With that they each hunched over slightly, and with a small grunt. They each sprouted a pair of feathered wings; one pair of the brightest white it seemed to exert an aura of light, the other pair of the darkest black which seemed to encompass any light it could reach. Then one by one, the soldiers start to bang their weapons. In a sort of crude form a music, a beat to match the fighting in their souls and the fighting they had with each other.
Then in a blurring fury of action, they met in the sky's above in a sparkling clash of swords. One wielding the legendary blade of light, the Sun Sabre. A blade said to be forged with the heat of the sun, and the power of it as well. The other blade a glistening blue blade of energy, the Star Sword. Forged from the ore of a meteor that came from the stars, its power was an equal match of that for the Sun Sabre. A worthy weapon to the brothers; Solaris the Knight, and Lunaris the Sentinel.
"I have seen your skills have not rusted, brother," Lunaris said with clenched teeth, as their blades remained locked.
"Aye, the same could be said for you," Solaris acknowledged, gritting his own teeth, a testament to their power-play of strength.
With a final push, the two brothers sent each other fly back. But as quick as they we're to disengage, they were clashing blades again. Each of their swings sings a tune of death, and with each clash, it was a symphony. But they blades weren't the only things hitting, they clashed with both flesh and bone as well with hardened steel. Both warriors of unparalleled might and skill, they were an equal match. Only fitting as twins, they would always mirror the skills of the other.
It was a deadly dance of eternal slumber, as the brother fought with a ferocity never before seen on this battlefield. For every move one made, the other had a counter. Till finally Lunaris brought out a new move. Landing a kick on his brother's stomach, sending them both flying apart. He gave a might two-handed slash, and with a grunt of exertion, letting loose a crescent shaped beam of energy.
With widening eyes, Solaris watched the beautiful but deadly attack approach is airborne figure with a speed he couldn't hope to dodge. Bring his own sword up, holding it with two hands in front of his face. Almost as if in a prayer, he gave a might a mighty shout of power as a golden sphere surrounded him. The blue crescent could only smash against the golden sphere sending it backwards. Taking a deep breath, Solaris focused his energy, and sent the previous golden shield flying toward his brother as a brilliant golden sphere of energy.
Now it was Lunaris' turn to be surprised, only managing to barely dodge out of the way using his shadow slide. The shadows slowly unwrapping around him, as the attack passed only a hair's breath away from his head.
"I've seen you learned a new trick," Solaris spoke gasping, as he eyed his brother with a tinge of pride, and respect.
"As have you," Lunaris grudgingly replied with a bit of awe, before stating with a charge "Let us see what new trick you have learned!"
Time seemed to slow as they started to charge toward each other, their weapons a blazing corona of power. Lunaris charged forth with a double-handed overhead slash from his right shoulder, with Solaris matching his actions with a double-handed upward slash from his right hip. Everything started to continually slow as the to blades continued a head with they projected clash.
As they got closer, the more time seemed to slow. Until finally, as soon as their edges touched. Time stood still. The swords stood unmoving. The brothers frozen. The rain was inert. The armies lifeless. And all there was, was an endless echo of silence as time stood still. Then without notice, a sphere of white blazing energy engulf the two. With a deafening explosion, the two brothers were sent crashing toward the hardened stained ground.
Both armies motionless as the saw their leaders hit the ground with a soul shattering force. Stunned, that the two most people in the world lay motionless in the craters that made. Both littered with cuts, bruises, and dents. Solaris lay sprawled out faced down on the grounds, while Lunaris was spread eagle on his back. The rain didn't stop. The thunder didn't stop. The lightning didn't stop. But they did. The brothers did.
Then with a groan, they started to get back to their feet. Their weapons torn from their hands, and their power drained from their systems. They staggered to get upright. Fighting for a cause, this is what they we're doing. This was more than them, this was about the survival of entire races. Their emotions. Their exhaustion. Their pain. Their pride. It had no place here on the battlefield. So they swallowed it all, and continued to fight on will power alone.
Their wings laying limp on their backs, their steps uneven. They charged toward each other screaming. Skills lay forgotten, as exhaustion takes its final toll. This was a battle to the death. They fought with anything and everything they could muster up. Each of their blows delivered with the earth shatter force of the faith of their armies. It turned from a battle of skills to a battle of the last man standing. With a final blow, the each landed a right hook on the face of each other, sending them both to the ground.
With the final blow, they armies felt as is they had each taken that hit to their faces. Their anger drained, their madness evaporated. All the remained was sadness and despair. The, in their madness, had forgotten their leaders we're mere mortals. So high a pedestal, they have placed them, the have forgotten their mortality. And now, all they could feel was shame. Selfishly they each elected them for this task, and selflessly they fought.
Lowering their heads, they all just stood there looking at their feet. They couldn't bear to watch the brother fight any longer. Their cowardice holding them back from stopping this mockery of brotherhood. Tears cascaded down their cheeks. Flowing like rivers, they cried. They cried for all the things that could have been. They cried for all the things that should have been. They cried for all the things that had been.
For the moment, their battle lay forgotten and they each weeped with sorrow. What has started as raging bonfire trickled down to a dying ember. For each blow the brothers landed, another tear fell. A tremor went through them all. The hatred, once felt for the person standing on the opposite side of this field, turned inward. This feeling of self-hate was greater than anything they have ever felt before. It coiled around their souls and feasted upon their weakened hearts. A few had fallen to their knees and wept.
Is this what they were fighting for? Was this the price for their actions? The deep churning pain of helplessness ate away at them. Their shame and cowardice kept them shackled to this bitter, burnt, barren patch of earth they have desecrated with blood. With limp cold hands, they weakly gripped their weapons. As if they could fight off these feelings with a material weapon.
Lunaris and Solaris were finally standing on their last legs. Blood flowed fresh from the various lacerations, matched with the bruised tones of blue, purple, and black. Their tears still poured freshly just at the start of this senseless battle. This war had stripped them of everything that had crafted them as mortal. Everything was irrelevant in the safeguarding of their chosen sides.
Standing up right for the last time, Solaris looked at his brother and gasped, "It looks this is your win, Lunaris." With that, Solaris the Knight had succumb to the weight of this conflict.
"Nay, Solaris. Neither of us has won anything," Lunaris replied softly as he too fell. Joining his brother on the ride to the lofty heavens. Leaving a heavy, choking silence behind.
In the ears of the troops, only silence was the reigning supreme as the two brothers had fallen for the last time. Till an ear splitting wail had broken the silence, no one was sure from which side the cry had come from. But at this point what did it matter, as they had all joined in with the cries of agony.
The sky's as if in visible pain trembled, and let loose a new torrent of tears. Till the very end, they were cowards. Only in light of this loss, they we're about to summon up a shred of courage. Tossing their weapons aside, they ran up to their fallen leaders. In vain attempts to revive them. To apologize. For their shame, their weakness. But neither the medicine of man or the magic of the mystics were of any use.
They each realized, this was their fault. Their own individual fault, no amount of finger-pointing will eliminate this truth that rang in their hearts. Lifting their faces up, they looked to the right, and then to the left. They now stood side by side with their former enemy. Wiping away the tears, they shook hands. In remembrance of their two leaders, they would live like brothers.
With a single light cutting through the heavens, illuminating the clasped hands of the fallen brothers.
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The End
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That was my take on the History of the Lunaris Sentinel and Solaris Knight Armors. Just a couple random thoughts merged together, and duct-taped into a plot! Hahahaha!
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