Season One Finale
As I watched in terrified amazement I noticed what seemed to be static electricity gathering around the Dark Warlord. Then I turned and watched Brently charge his storm like before.
I finally looked at Zebediah and asked, �when can I attack?�
He simply replied, �not yet.�
I watched Brently pull the storm into his hands and fire a powerfull lightning bolt at the Dark Warlord. The Warlord countered it with a blast of magnificent energy. It quickly overpowered Brently and he flew back into a fence post knocking him unconscious.
The burns on his body were amazing. They looked like nothing I had ever seen. They seemed to glow like they were radiated.
Then Zebediah went at him. Zebediah ran up almost to him then jumped into the air and did a flying corkscrew over the Warlord and landed on his back. Then Zebediah bit into his neck. I could tell he was drawing energy from the Warlord. When that was done a feeling of confidence came over me. I thought we might win.
Those thoughts were soon quelled by a similar attack that took Brently out, coming out of the back of the Warlord and throwing Zebediah out of sight.
Finaly the Warlord looked at me. He walked toward me until he was very close. I knew I was going to die; there was no way for me to compete with that kind of power. I doubted that I was even this Darkwolf that everyone kept calling me.
If I was would I have been afraid, wouldn�t I have fought back sooner, and couldn�t I have saved Brently and Zebediah from getting hurt?
�Now it�s your turn, Darkwolf.� He said.
I couldn�t wait any longer; I couldn�t dwell on my thoughts. I attacked by swinging my right fist. He blocked easily. He hit me and I flew about five or six feet. I jumped to my feet angry. I looked at him and went into a stance, �It�s time we do this street style!� I said.
I ran at him and attacked quickly and fiercely using the styles I had learned street fighting. He still countered quicker. But he couldn�t compete with my street experience and mixture of styles.
For almost half an hour, we fought to a stalemate.
Finaly he grabbed me by the throat and shot me in the stomach with a ball of energy. I flew across the field and landed roughly on the grass skidding a little. I remember being able to feel the grass, better and more vivid than I had ever felt it before. I remember smelling the air, and listening to the breeze. Almost a peace fell over me as my senses tended to pick up every little detail of my surroundings. I then heard him say,
�So you�re the Darkwolf? Can�t be. This is pathetic.�
I became angry, I felt my adrenilane rush through my body. I felt his motions in the wind. I looked at him and noticed Zebediah from a distance running toward him with his sword unsheathed.
I screamed at the Dark Warlord, �I am the DarkWolf!�
I cuffed my hands and began to force my energy into them, I could hear a voice in my head telling me what to do. I forced my energy through my palms into the cuff of my hands, I held it near my head to keep my concentration. The rain was falling hard on me from Brently�s conjured storm. The whole world seemed to light up from my energy in my palms.
The Warlord stared at me in amazement, my anger with him swelled due to his cockiness. As my anger swelled so did the energy in my palm.
I noticed Zebediah was almost directly behind the Warlord. At that I jutted my hands forward and launched the energy out of them.
The energy hit the Warlord directly in the chest. He flew back strait onto the blade of Zebediah�s sword.
I watched The Warlord look down at the blade and then look at me saying, �you�ll have try harder.�
Zebediah then turned his back to the Warlord hanging onto the blade, forcing it up through his throat and out the top of his head. Then Zebediah spun and sliced strait through his neck severing the two sliced of his head.
I watched Zebediah for a small moment then my adrenaline seeped away and I had nothing left to keep me conscious. So I passed out.
It was a week before I awoke. When I did Brently was half asleep in the chair next to my bed. I looked around and realized I was in the hospital.
�Brently?� I said.
He reacted in a joyous nature. �you�re alive, you�re alive!� He screamed.
He told me how the Warlord was dead from Zebediah�s sword. And how they told everyone I�d been hit by a drunk driver. Finaly he told me that everyone was waiting outside.
The first person in the room was Everest, she ran up to the bed and kissed me, then she told me that she loved me, and to never do that to her again. She was fallowed by Zebediah and my family. We talked and enjoyed ourselves until finaly the nurse told everyone to leave because I needed rest. I slept another nineteen hours
Later that week they let me go home. I must say, except for the wheelchair, it was a joyous occasion.
Time went by before I was able to sleep right again. In fact I never really have recovered in that sense.
One night I awoke about two o�clock in the morning. I turned on my television then laid back. But when I did I noticed a huge book on my desk.
I assumed someone in my family put it there.
I turned on my light and grabbed the book. In black letters upon the dark brown exterior it said,
�Legend of the Darkwolf�
In shock I opened it and began to read. Having to know more.
The book started by telling about the mystical friends that awaken the Darkwolf.
It began to tell his purpose, he was a paladin, a warrior for God. He was to lead a team of 5 mystical warriors. A wise one from the dark and shadows, A mighty giant with the heart of gold. A cocky weather changer with skillfull abilities, A powerful valkrye in the depths of love, and the bastard son of a dragon.
The book went on to tell he would win many battles, but always train for that one final battle at Armageddon.
My curiosity got the better of me and I began to skip ahead chapters, I wanted to know who won the battle of Armageddon, if I would die. But while looking my exhaustion obtained the better of me and I fell asleep.
When I awoke The book wasn�t in my arms. I looked around the room for an hour but I kknew it wasn�t there. I thought to myself,
�where�s the book.�