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Chapter 2 - Fate ?


Standing upright, Oceaa now began to realise how much of a challenge Aerwyn was. Her blade had caught him in the cheek twice now and her agility made it especially hard for him to hit her. Never-the-less, he grabbed his sword up from the ground and swung at Aerywn yet again, the air making a faint sound as it moved with the swords blade. Aerwyn failed to dodge this attack and was left with a firm cut to her arm, the only part of the arm which her armor was not covering. The exchange of clashing of blades stopped a couple of hours later when Aerwyn made her way back to town to eat. Oceaa however, didn't head back to town, instead he stood with his blade firmly placed in his right hand, gazing up at the sky as the clouds battled furiously over who would get the divine heat of the sun.
Oceaa's mind was tired and confused. Over the last couple of days he had been deciding whether the awe in his body was a sign of affection towards Aerwyn or a sign of hate. He believed they shared something, but whether it was love or power he couldn't decipher. It was only after a slight breeze had ruffled the trees and strangled the bushes that Oceaa came out of his day-dreaming and noticed, infront of him, a dim, but visible light. It wasn't very big, maybe a couple of inches but it had a atmosphere about it that echoed like a wolf howling, throughout the surrounding area. Pushing his own arm ******ds Oceaa realised that the light was merely a figurement of his imagination but he couldn't shrug it off, no matter how hard he tried. His Apprentice said it was a sign of good luck to imagine a light moving with your every stride but Oceaa was convinced he was having little luck with anything recently.
It wasn't until the mist overlayed the sky that Oceaa decided it would be wise to head to camp. He hadn't eaten for the best part of the day and his muscles were tense and stiff. Passing the grass as it danced rhymictly, Oceaa began to hear shouting. He stopped in his tracks and scouted the area to try and see where the noise was coming from. After moving in a complete circle Oceaa realised that the noise was coming from camp. He made no effort to listen to the noise anymore instead he moved, swiftly, to camp. The shouting got closer and closer as he advanced and his grip on his sword was tight, so tight that he could feel the pain of his hand transfer to the blade. Passing the last area of woodland, Oceaa was now less than 200 yards from the camp, yet he didn't carry on, instead he stopped and gazed into the area he called home...
Flames ate away at the huts, the roofs were already demolished, leaving a birds-eye-view into the smashed remains inside. The walls lay bruised as they whimpered in the moonlight. The centre of camp revealed movement and choas. People were running about in all directions, some bumping into each other, others being knocked down, only to be trampled on the many others that took the same route. Upon further searching Oceaa began to notice what appeared to be the source of the problem. In bright gold armor with swords that cursed the ground stood 5 men, each walking firmly attacking anyone that lay in their path. Oceaa dropped his sword, anger raged through him, he cleanced his fists, closed his eyes and stood there focusing on what he was viewing. Almost instantly, a bolt of shock hit Oceaa's mind... Aerywn. Picking up his sword, Oceaa rushed down to the camp, watching as he ran, the camp being struck down by the sinister warriors that lay siege to his home.
As soon as the warriors noticed Oceaa, they ran at him, each hosting a wicked smile that pounded the back of Oceaa's mind. He rushed at them directly, his eyes burning red with rage. They did the same, a brush of confident whipping their cloaks as they blew in the wind. Oceaa, as soon as he reached the warriors, threw himself over the top of them, his sword thrusting behind his back as he landed. Oceaa turned slightly, dragging his sword along the ground and into one of the warriors chest. He stumbled backwards, one hand on his chest and the other reaching for the blade of his sword. But Oceaa wasted no time - he jumped forward, his sword taking another slash at the warrior, this time in the neck. Watching him fall made Oceaa more confident and aware, causing him to turn at great pace and face the two warriors that were charging at him. Their swords met his, and Oceaa found himself in a bruttle test of strength against two warriors. He knew he couldn't stop them from attacking him for long so he ducked, letting their swords crash into him, cutting his arm in several places. They leaned their swords upright ready to attack him properly but it was too late. Oceaa has already caught one in the face and was swinging at the other with great force. Both dropped soon after leaving Oceaa with a severaly cut arm and two more warriors left to deal with.
Unusually enough both didn't step forward to take on Oceaa. Instead one pulled out his blade and made his way towards him with the other standing firmly, leaning on the hut to the right of him.
''You'll pay for what you have done'' yelled Oceaa, a pumping fury noticeable in his voice.
''One such as yourself has neither the power nor the confidence to take me down. I would advise you to give up now before we dispose of you like we did the others in the camp.''
''You underestimate my power, and for doing so you will fall by the blade of my sword!'' As the bitter words were exchanged, Oceaa walked towards the warrior with a look of fear in his eye. He knew he could not succedd in destroying the two warriors but his ego was too high to admit so. Instead he would face them head on and die trying. Oceaa make a strike for the warrior, moving his sword with great agility but he missed... by a considerable amount. Turning around, Oceaa noticed the warrior had moved a great deal of space in a few seconds, something he nor his apprentice could do. The warrior hit Oceaa hard, not with his blade but with his fist. But the attack was still extremely powerful and it knocked Oceaa back a couple of yards leaving him with a cut lip and damaged self-esteem. Getting up Oceaa noticed that the warriors each wore a robe with a embleem emblazed on the back. Upon closer examination he found that they both belonged to the Savage Tribe thus explaining their great strength and speed. The warrior picked Oceaa up off the ground using a single hand and proceeded to choke him whilst laughing in his face. Oceaa's mind began to get foggy as he gasped for air. He could feel his heart pumping slower and slower and his lungs searching for air in his lifeless body.
''Once you dispose of this one, we'll make a start towards getting to camp. The shaman girl is in front and we will need to get with the rest to protect her from the masses of Shaman Warriors that are bound to come our way sooner or later.'' The two warriors nodded in agreement as Oceaa felt the grip on his throat gettin tighter.
''Aerwyn !'' thought Oceaa, ''She made her way to camp early, she's the shaman girl they captured. She won't be able to take these guys down alone. She'll need help....... she'll need me!'' With this said Oceaa began to reclaim strength in his body. He felt his own lungs give a huge surge of courage accompanied by his heart trying its best to send blood around the body. ''She needs me'' Oceaa said to himself continiously, ''she needs me, she needs me, she needs me !!'' Oceaa opened his eyes in a frantic rush and cleanched his fist tight before throwing it with great pace into the warriors chest. The warrior was taken by suprise and dropped Oceaa before stumbiling to the side gasping for air. Oceaa wasted no time with this encounter, he ran up to the warrior and hit him several more times before knocking him to the ground with a powerful kick. The other warrior had just realised what had happened and was rushing towards Oceaa from behind to take him by suprise. But Oceaa had turned swiftly, burying him in several well placed punches before pulling the warriors own blade out of its case and slashing him severely. This all happened within a couple of seconds and was finished with Oceaa driving his sword into the other warriors heart causing him to die instantly. Oceaa dropped the sword and bent down to examine the warriors robe. It was very rough and offered good protection and was a dark blue colour that looked like a deep black into the moonlight. In one of the pockets lay a parchment which Oceaa read. It has a couple of scribbled notes on it -
Aerwyn Fort, West Morvalt
Oceaa knew what this meant and he also knew that the only way he would ever see Aerwyn again would be to head to West Morvalt into the deadly lands of the Savages.
During the next couple of days Oceaa didn't set off to West Morvalt but instead he trained on his own. He would do it for 23 hours of the day before resting for the last hour. This way of intense training was killing him slowly but he didn't care. The only thing that was on his mind at the moment was resucing Aerwyn and if that meant dieing in the process then so be it. In several points of the training he would get so annoyed he would drive his own blade into his arm. To the on-lookers who watched and cursed him it was presumed aggrogance but for Oceaa himself, he saw it as a punishment for letting Aerwyn go. Oceaa's abilities were increasing by every hour that passed. He trained himself in the art of mortal combat [hand to hand] and learnt some of the battle feats that his apprentice was due to teach him in several years time.
On his third day of training, Oceaa noticed his apprentice walk up the hill to greet him. He didn't stop training instead he called over to his apprentice who answered with a hasty sprint to the top of the hill.
''Greetings Oceaa, I take it you are training to rescue Aerwyn. I was told of the attack by the Savages as was the Shaman Tribe. They vowed to get revenge but It was discussed thoroughly and instead they agreed it would be best for a Bonedancer to rescue Aerwyn. I had you in mind the whole time.''
''I would have rescued her with or without your consent master,'' replied Oceaa, ''it was only a couple of days ago that i realised how much Aerwyn means to me and the fact that I caused her to be abducted makes me even more intent on killing the Savage Tribe and rescueing her. The apprentice looked shocked but he also had a glint of admirity in his eyes for he knew that Oceaa was a warrior destined to be the strongest on Morvalt and now he was beginning to show it.
''That's all well'' spoke the apprentice quietly, ''but before you do go I need to discuss something with you.'' Sitting down on the hard ground, the apprentice continued: ''When you was born, your father received a visit from Lord Crowan. He had received word that you were to be the greatest warrior in Morvalt, the protector of the Bonedancer Tribe. Your father laughed at the comments made but when he began to see you in action, his idea and perspective of you changed. He feared that what Lord Crowan said was true. But what he feared the most was the fact that you might use the insane powers you hold against the good people of Morvalt. Before he died, he told me to make sure you don't use those powers for evil. So now I am warning you... be careful where you tread because even those you judge as allies might eventually turn out to be the new era of your downfall.'' Oceaa was amazed. His father had kept so much from him even stuff that he should have known about. He wanted to be alone now, to test out these 'insane' powers he supposedly held.
''Master,'' came Oceaa with a fake questionable tone in his voice, ''is that all ?'' His apprentice struggled to respond as if he had forgotten whether there was anything else worth mentioning. His old age was proberly to blame for this but It was rather strange as he still kept amazingly fit and knew an awful lot regarding present times and past declarations that existed before even Oceaa's father had been born.
''Lastly, I have been told to give you a offering from the Shaman Tribe.'' The apprentice pulled out a sword from behind him and handed it to Oceaa with great carefulness, his hands outstretched as if he was offering himself to Oceaa. ''It is a Dragon Slayer,'' the apprentice continued, ''It processes magical power which comes from the power of Holy. Aerwyn used it herself when she was younger and now the Shaman Tribe want you to use it to banish the evil that had captured Aerwyn.'' Oceaa surveyed the sword with wide, beady eyes before walking away, and continuing his training. His apprentice hoped their little talk would have made him resign from training if only for a couple of hours but Oceaa was determined to rescue Aerwyn and doing it without any intense training was unlikely.
''Tomorrow, I shall head off to West Morvalt,'' thought Oceaa, ''It's about time I gave something back to the land that has brought me up!''