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By Danial E S Gorham
Wednesday, May 07, 2008

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Chapter One
Cleansed by hate





Cleansed by hate


Essero was a twenty three year old man, his hair the colour of hay and his eyes a deep brown. he wares his sword on his back, held their by a belt tied around his body. his cloths ripped and torn from a battle not even a day old. He hadn't cleaned himself up because his task was not complete. He had lost his family to the demons a week ago and had been tracking the demon responsible for it all that time. Last night he had slay'n it at last. He wasn't done yet, killing the demon won't bring his wife and child back. He was now after the demons allies, a bunch of evil dark sorcerors and beasts. He had rode all night and rode his horse hard. by daybreak the horse collapsed into death. Essero had to continue on foot towards the place were the demon's allies were camped. He was angry and tired, but he had his wits about him. He followed fresh tracks, he estimated twelve adults and three children from looking at their tracks. The tracks lead his off the road for half an hour, the sky was almost night and he could see the fire from the camp flickering through the trees. Their were voices of wemon, children and mostly men. 

" Do you think the demon had won? do you think the demon will reach the place were the world will end? " said one of the camped ones to another.

 " We will go their, he is to destroy the world, he is the one we have been waighting for all this time, he will meet us their".

 " what if the demon has failed us? 



" than we have lost already, but we will still make it to our destination."

 Essero was surprised at their stupidity, and yet he smiled at them for not knowing that he was after them, that he had killed the demon, that he had won over evil. And that they didn't know that they were next to die. Essero watched the wind carress the smoke, ash and flames of the fire and then to the woods and trees. He nelt to the ground and squessed the earth between his fingers. He had hatched something in his vengful mind. Essero creeped quietly down wind of the camp and found a large chasm that was thirty feet deep, it was thirty feet long and only seven feet wide. Essero covered the chasm with sticks and lastly with leaves/undergrowth. Essero creeped upwind of the camp, he took his flint and lite a pile of wood on fire. He helped make sure it would spreed, he engineered his trap so that the wind would blow the flames towards the camp and the demon's allies would flee the flames and fall to their deaths in the chasm.




The flames licked upwards and climbed up the trees and through the woods like a monster that he had unleashed upon his enemies. Essero walked towards the road and waited their with his sword drawn, his eyes closed and mind ready. He didn't like waited, all he could think about was the death of his child and wife. " I will never see you again, make me strong as you were, my deer Owday and take care of my son. I may visit you soon, but not tonight. " Essero prayed outload to his wife.




The sound of screems shot through his ears and his eyes came alive suddenly " Tonight they burn for you Owday, tonight they burn! "


" Not that way it's a trap! this way!" a mans voice from in the woods.


" it's to thick, I can't make it, I will find a way, ill see you soon. " A woman from the woods.


four figures came running out of the woods, a man and woman clutching themselves tightly and a third. The third was a child and the fourth was a bald old man, dispite his age and ovious frail form he seemed strong. Essero ignored his senses which were telling him not to mess with the old man. Essero stepped forward, his anger getting the better of him. Images of his wifes dead body flashed inside his head and blinded his action.



 The woman, child and man stood and watched as Essero and the old man stared at eachother studying eachother for weakness. After watching them both for a second they realized what was happening and ran off up the road as fast as they could.




 Essero made the first move, he griped his sword tight as he came toward the old man. Essero only got two steps befroe a bright light exploded from the old man's fingers and was sent flying towards him. Essero was sent sprawling onto the ground, the ball of light had struck him in the shoulder and left him dazed from its blinding light that it had gave off. Smoke rose off of the burnt skin of his shoulder. Essero was in pain and yet he got up again, his anger was greater than the pain that he felt, he needed revenge more than living. He felt that his life was over anyway, it ended with the death of his wife and child. He would never feel bliss again, he would never be the same ever.

 Essero got back on his feet just as another burst of light exploded from the old mans hands and fly at him. Essero was prepared this time, He concentrated on opening himself up, on absorbing the energy of the blast. He took the light inside of himself and it made him stronger. He could see the fear turn to confusion on the old man's face. Essero couldn't contain the smile that raked his face, he didn't try to hide the enjoyment he felt from seeing fear in his prey's eyes. Essero started towards the old man again, he aimed to end his life and then kill the fleeing woman and child. But right now it was the old man's turn to die, he was going to die to make up for the death of Essero's wife and child. Essero would have the old man die a thousand times if he could, and in as painful ways as he could think of. The humanity and everything that had made Essero a good person was gone now, It died and was no more. He was something different now, a creature or monster of a nightmare.

 Right when Essero was almost within stricking distance the old man used with powers to make the sticks and rocks come alive. They danced menicingly through the air and struck him on the face, neck and legs. They nocked him to the ground and a flying rock struck him in the arm and another struck him in the side of the head. Essero swung wildly at the rocks and sticks, sending them back to the ground were they belong. He noticed thst the old man was comanding them somehow. Essero had risen to his fe et once more shacking off the pain that had flooded his head and ran towards the old man. The old man brought his arm up to sheild himself from Essero's blade, Essero's blade sliced through his finger and jaw like butter, sending a shower of blood into the air. The old man was crawling away on all fours trying to escape his death. Essero was again filled with images of his wifes dead body, she was so beatiful and perfect. Now she was a rotting pile of maggots thanks  to the World Enders, thanks to the demons and the dark ones.

 The old man turned, laying on his back he commanded the sand to fly up into Essero's face. Essero cursed to the gods and covered his face with his hands, He was enraged at the embarasment. Essero stood overtop of the old man with his sword held pointing streight down" Now you die, for her " He said before he pushed his blade deep inside of the old mans flesh. He pushed until he couldn't push it any further. He didn't care about the blade being pushed into the dirt and getting dall, he had won. What had he won, had he only satisfied his anger and frustration. What he woudl like to win was the lives of his wife and child. But he would never be able to do that. It didn't matter how many he killed he would never hold her perfect body ever again. Powerless towards death, unable to change it.

 Essero walked up the road to the top of a hill, He looked down the other side of the hill and he could see three figures running away. They were the three that he had seen earlier. He sommoned the ball of light which he had stored inside his self and sent it out of his fingers flying up into the air, It went high befroe droping ontop of the three and exploding and engolfing their fragile bodies. He didn't need to check to see if he had killed them. He didn't care, he had won and even if the three had lived, he enjoyed the idea that they could be suffering a slow agonizing death. But he didn't care to see them at all. It was over, what was he to do now?

 The small charred figure of the blond haired child lay on the cratered earth. The man and women lay unmoving, yet the childs chest moves slowly up and down in a sparatic pattern. The child was burnt mostly on the legs and left hand which if he survives leave a permanent scare. He was damaged so bad that he couldn't feel the pain, his head hurt and all he could hear was the beat of his heart thump faster and faster in shock. He crawled over to the smoking remains of the man and women, The child relyed so heavily on them for everything.

 The child's name was Vel' Okred' Mir and he was only seven years old, he had spent his childhood playing with other children and pretending to be a hero saving people just because it was the right thing to do. The death of the women and man who were his adoptive parents left him helpless and shattered. The boy lay their on the scorched earth morning for his adoptive parents, waiting to die the slow death that he thought was his fate. The next morning a pair of strangers on horse back came travelling down the road and saw the three figures laying on the black chared ground. The two strangers had large almond shaped eyes and grey/blue skin. Their mouths were riddled with sharp carnivorous teeth. One of the strangers held the horses by the reins while the other ran over to the three figures and quickly checked for a pulse on their necks. she quickly checked the adults. She moved to the child  and when she felt the steedy pulse she picked his head up and pressed it against her chest in suprise. She checked the rest of the childs body for injuries and found the burns. " this looks bad, I can fix it." she said

 " He woun't make the journey, leave him be " The one holding the horses said.

 " No! I will not leave him hear to die! He deserves a chance after what he went through."

 " well lets not waste time arguing , lets get him tied on my horse. we will have to ride slow for his sake." The one holding the rains said as he helped get the child onto the horse.

 " we are going to be late, I hope it's worth it " he said to her.

 The three of them rode slowly down the road, The two strangers were a member of the Oriki race, A race of people who's religion teaches that the world is evil and must end. The only reason that this race still exists is because of their intellegence and strength. The Oriki Empire is in the Westland on the huge Island of Orkania which they share with the Draconian Empire. Almost all the races hate the Oriki, because they are responsible or blamed for the appearance of demons and monsters. The Gods should destroy them some say, others say the Gods are too weak. The power of the Oriki Empire is that which can stand against the Gods themselves, and that itself instills fear in their enemies. Although these creatures are bent on worldly destruction they are very human in many ways. They have children they love, they write poetry, have emotions and passions. Yet the sight of their Carnivorous teath and almond shaped black eyes are enough to scare away most humans. The only race that shows no fear of the Oriki race is the Draconians, the great dragon riders of the Westlands. The dragons are the most volitile of creatures and yet the draconians have found a way of taming them and using them as weapons of war. All the other races think of the Oriki as completely evil, but the Oriki think of themselves as liborators or freedom fighters. They feel that the gods are evil and are somehow controlling the world for a dark purpose. Either they know something the other races don't or they are true ly evil and should not exist.




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