I felt after what I've been doing and talking about today that two examples of different ways I write, the first totally unplanned, unedited, uncut, this was submitted to a short story thread on a writing website after it had been edited a couple of times were appropriate for me to share.
Now a little of the back story of Gabriel and Susie's reality has changed since I finished this story, but I haven't edited that because it's fiction and fiction is fluid, when it get's published in a book then it'll get fixed, but now it's just this a case of this is something I've written, enjoy it and let me know what you think, this story is only about a thousand words.
Fury of the Ages
Gabriel
of Alba’s fist met flesh and the Sorceror rocked back. The Gabriel
grabbed his opponent by his collar and landed a headbutt upon the
foul dark magic user’s nose. Blood and cartiledge exploded from and
he ducked down. The War Master of the Magi’s free fist met the
recidivist’s neck and smashed his spine.
His
partner Susie Owens, Wizard of the Sydrian School, fought her
opponenets Magic for Magic, shields being pummled with spell after
spell. She faced three Priory members at once and was just about
holding her own, when a lightning bolt shot from Gabriel’s hand and
exploded two of the dark magic shields.
His
own shield was being peppered with spells as he stalked towards the
Mistress of the Priory, her people and the Daemon’s that they had
conjured using the life force of a Magi child protecting her like a
living shield.
He
caught two of the Priory by their coat tails as they tried to flee
from him, his own hand wreathed in flames and sparks igniting the
cotton of the men’s coats. He knocked the men clean out so they
were incinerated by the flames enveloping them.
Gabriel
refused to allow the remaining children of his people to die at the
hands of these soulless wretches share that first boy’s fate.
Lightning bolts and fireballs flew from his hand as Priory member
after Priory member fell to his fury.
The
Mistress saw the fire in his eyes, white hot and filled with the fury
of the light. She directed the half-ton eight foot, almost reptilian,
Cordisangui daemons to either kill him or at least weaken the furious
War Master.
A
feral roar issued from his mouth, almost like the roar of a lion, as
a double headed axe, wreathed in white flame appeared in his hand,
for him to swing at the first Daemon that came into reach.
He
bisected the daemon, groin to head, and then sliced the next in two,
he beheaded a third and transected a fourth, each with a single
stroke of the weapon.
“I
am Gabriel, Son of Galdanis and Shiona, War Master and Warrior of the
People. I am Death Incarnate.” He bellowed at the top of his lungs
in the Warrior tongue of the Magi
His
axe clove left and right, taking arms, legs and heads from human and
Daemon alike. Susie had dispatched the last of the three Priory
members in her path to the children, slamming him into a wall with a
sickening thump. She unshackled them, but they all stared in awe of
the de facto leader of their people.
The
Magi War Master was like an engine who wouldn’t stop. Lightening
bolts, fireballs and shards of ice flew from his free hand as the axe
took apart yet more of the Priory.
He
reached the Priory mistress and grabbed her by the throat, his eyes
had changed into those of pure white light, and his accent was no
longer that of a man born and bred in Glasgow, she had never heard
the accent before.
“I
am here to serve justice for the life you have taken and those that
you would end.” He told the Priory Mistress who’s eyes were full
of fear. “I name thee Omnino diabolus
incarnatus inredux by the ancient laws of
the Magical world, I cast your rotten soul back to your Dark Masters
in hell.”
With
a single twinge of his wrist he snapped her neck and threw her
lifeless corpse to the ground, then launched the axe with eery
accuracy so it decapitated the last of the remaining Cordisangui
daemons.
His
hands dropped, along with his head, then were lifted up to the sky
and a bolt of lightning struck him. Using his body as a conduit it
began forking into every living member of the Priory, electrocuting
them on the spot.
Another
roar issued from his open maw, the power surged through the body of
the War Master and it would be awe inspiring if Susie wasn’t sure
that he was no longer in control of it. She ducked and dived in order
to avoid the forks as they continued to keep aloft the desiccated and
charred remains of the Priory.
She
reached him and tried to shake him to awareness.
“Gabriel,
stop it you are going to die if you don’t stop it.” She said,
almost crying at him, she realised she wasn’t getting through with
his own name. “Michael, Stephen, Liam, Angus, Shaemus…”
She
continued on using the names of his ancestors until she reached back
almost a million years. His eyes returned to their normal colour.
“How
long?” Gabriel asked her, sagging and almost falling to his knees,
his voice back to normal. “How long Susie?”
“Almost
before Pythia.” She replied with a concerned look on her face.
“It’s getting worse Gabriel, I don’t know if I can pull you
back if you push before Pythia.”
“Don’t
worry,” he said with a tight smile. “You will, at least the
children are safe.”
“You
are far too important to let yourself lose control like that. You
must not let it happen again, you are magic’s future.” She said
with a wet growl, she was almost sobbing.
“No,
my dearest friend Susie,” he replied with a smile, holding her
tightly, and pointing to the children. “They are the future of
magic, I am but a conduit for that future to spring forth and I
always was.”
“They
Prophecies…” He interupted her with a hand.
“The
Prophecies are vague and inexact, in due time I will fulfil them and
you will see just how vague.” He let her go and walked towards the
children. “Come let’s return these lucky ones to their parents
and break the news to the ones who are lost, may they rest in the
embrace of the Great Father and Mother until it is their time to walk
the world again.”
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