Sorcerer from Another World

The Progenitor of the Yewam had rained down destruction. Many died. Human and Unseelie alike crushed without remorse or mercy.

I glared at the monstrosity that had caused it. 

“Enough!” I shouted

Their eyes flicked to me and a smile lit up on their perfect lips. 

“The Sorcerer himself.” They laughed.

I recoiled slightly at their cheer. 

They threw their hands high, “I demand single combat!” They said with overwhelming enthusiasm. 

I said nothing, and continued to stare at them. 

“I’ve proven my worth, by rights of old between Seelie and Unseelie court. Champion of Druids I, Marodon Lord of Deceit and Brutality, challenge you to a duel.”

He flicked their finger and their spear returned to his side.

I snarled, “Accepted.” 

His jaw unhinged and spread open a forked tongue stuck out. From their mouth the fist sized orbs in shades of blue and purple fell out and orbited around him. Six more orb puked out and the seven lit up the darkness that shrouded the fell creature. 

I called forth the storm with dark clouds forming that spread out across and beyond Ferisdarm. Out of the wisps of grey clouds and dark shadows blue cracks of lightning boomed. I held back the cerulean charges of pure destruction that frothed to be unleashed. I would blast this freak into dust.  

We rose until we were soaked in the clouds. We waited for a few breaths, each staring at the other. He struck first. The dagger launched up from below and wise enough not to attack my floating metal plate it went for my staff. Sparks flashed from the clash of enchanted objects. The staff was wretched from my grip and dragged above and away.  

I loosed thick blue blots of electricity that launched from all sides. The following coruscation blew away his umbra cloak. He hadn’t the time to raise a defence before he was caught in a spider’s web of lightning. The course of energy was constant and funnelled billions of volts into Marodon Lord of Deceit and Brutality.

Without the black cloak Maradon was thin as a blade’s edge and hollowed out like a skeleton. He grinned and grounded his immaculate chalk-white teeth: his eyes screwed up as his body tensed and sweated. He never spoke a word. Instead he bit his lip and stared. 

With a racing heartbeat, I pulled a link from my chainmail, sharpened it to a point and fired it through their skull. It would have hit but it swerved to one of the blue orbs and floated inert. 

One of the orbs dropped down and Maradon as if sucked towards it fell at a brillant speed out of the clouds. The strands of lightning arced after him, but his thick shadowy cloak rose once more. The thick blue bolts connected but did not penetrate through the umbra shroud. 

I chased and called my staff back. The Unseelie’s dagger followed and returned to its owner. 

I sent the metal plate after him. I expanded it and wrapped it around the Unseelie encasing it. I crushed it with one hand, and channelled the thick blue bolts from the storm through my staff. A torrent of electricity leapt down onto the entombed foe. The cracks of booming energy reverberated for miles around drowning out the clash of steel and cries of the dying. 

He smashed into the earth blasting a crater through a destroyed building. I opened the metal casing and thrusted the staff down with the intent of impaling. 

But the jagged dagger hooked and pulled away the staff from my grip. One of the purple orb yanked me away and sent me crashing through the hillfort. I picked myself back up a mess of dust and rubble.

I attacked first this time; I pulled all the nearby metal at him. 

He contemptuously absorbed it through one of the orbs. He grinned and flicked the orb back at me, the metal pouring out like water through a burst dam. The sheets of metal parted away from me on an instinctual deflection.

I sent a vertical wall of blue mana streaming back at him. It battered off his dark shroud that shielded him from the brunt of the attack. 

We measured one another out, each of us breathing heavily.

His serrated spear flew for me. 

The spearpoint deflected off my armour. 

I threw out a wave of mana to send it flying further away. I was too late. 

The world around me exploded and imploded. It was like being hit by a skyscraper and falling off of one at the same time. I screamed in agony. I flew tumbling through the air, my enchanted armour and body enduring through the onslaught. The earth collapsed beneath and my soaring body was swallowed whole. The was crushed under the weight of stone rubble, dirt and an already ruined building. My open mouth filled with suffocating dirt.

Buried alive, I couldn’t even wail in terror as I drowned ten feet in the earth. 

In a flash of fury I pulled on my core essence of mana and detonated. A searing white light burned and everything in a ten metre radius was blown to dust. Using my armour, I flew out of the hole. I was too angry to fuck up the flight. I rose through the sky to meet him. 

We both glared at each other a few inches above Ferisdarm. I glanced at Ferisdarm. 

Below the battle for Ferisdarm raged in earnest. The gate was destroyed and now a crater. Recklessly, the Unseelie charged down the crater. 

The survivors of our forces formed a makeshift wall out of the rubble inside the crater and above further inside Ferisdarm. 

A Redcap mage raised their staff high. A massive boulder flew through the air as if launched from a catapult. The weight of rock crashed into the rubble wall. A trio of warriors were buried and the impact broke the makeshift defence making a breach in the line. 

Below standing across from the breach, Morgana raised a fist and dozens of Unseelie were risen into the air. They gasped and struggled then let out feeble cries as their throats were crushed. They dropped to the ground dead. “Stand with your Champion. Heroes of tomorrow, face bravely against the dark. For the Court of Summer!” Morgana cried.

“For the Court of Summer!” The warriors of Ferisdarm cried back.

They mixed their rattling steel with feeble iron. The Unseelie fell but for each slain another two closed the gap.

Elsewhere, Galen and Iris battled a white as snow Cù-sìth the size of a hill that breathed blizzard’s from its maw. A giant Iris wrestled and matched with ice gales with a fierce fiery breath. Galen’s sword gleamed and hewed through packs of Cù-sìth’s leaping over the walls to flank Morgana’s force at the gate.