Part Eight: The Ronoh Stealer
"Called down the wrath of the whites? What does that have to do with anything?" Asked Saifir puzzled.
"Right now they are organizing a program to destroy all of us in a hope to destroy you! I have been sent to destroy you before we are all killed!" Answered Ometla
"So? This is what it has come to? Ally against ally?"
"Yes!" Hissed Ometla as he attacked, his sword a blazing black flame.
Saifir barely had time to dodge. He was still very weak from the assault of the Whites, and he hardly had any stamina left at all. He came to the reality that this black Paladin might very well kill him. Ometla charged once more, letting out a savage bellow as he ran. Saifir dodged and stuck his foot out to trip Ometla so that he could get some time to draw his sword and call on his ronoh powers. That was his only advantage; as far as he knew, he was the only black Paladin that could use ronoh as strength. Ometla charged again, and this time Saifir was ready. He parried Ometla's swing, and tried to counter with a kick. But his limbs felt like lead. It was like he was fighting in water. Ometla thrust at Saifir's heart, and Saifir lunged out of the way, taking a gash on his shoulder. He swung at Ometla's head, but again, he reaction was too slow. Ometla parried, faked a low swing, and while Saifir was moving to parry he sliced Saifir on the back of his leg, cutting his hamstring. Saifir let out a cry as he fell to his knees. Ometla kicked him in the face, and Saifir fell to his back. As he lay flat on the ground, he stared at Ometla, who was grinning.
"So this is the Great Dark One? Saifir, the Demon? HA!" As Ometla laughed, Saifir's deep black eyes began to turn gray, a sign that his ronoh was completely depleted. And that meant that he was close to death.
"It all ends for you now." Ometla said, mocking. He raised his sword high above his head, and prepared to swing it down. Saifir knew there was only one thing he could try. It was crazy, but he wouldn't just give up. As Ometla swung his sword down at Saifir's neck, Saifir caught the blade in the steel of his glove, and grabbed Ometla by the wrist. Then with all of his power, he began to drain Ometla's Ronoh. Ometla's arm was absorbed in a black cloud, and the black cloud seeped into Saifir.
"You...you....DEVIL! Abomination! What have you done?" Ometla said weakly, his life slowly draining out of him.
"Why am I these things?" Saifir asked as he healed his leg and got to his feet, still draining Ometla's ronoh.
"You've fulfilled all the signs of the ancient Prophecy!" Ometla said, dying.
"What prophecy? I've never been told!"
"You...will...be...*cough*...whi*ugh ugh*...ag...." Those were Ometla's last words.
"What? What?" Saifir asked desperately. But Ometla was dead. Saifir let him drop to the ground, and then he cursed the body and kicked it until all of his aggression was let out. Then he retrieved his sword from the ground and went back to his cave. He sharpened the blade back to it's razor edge, then he took his supplies and left. He wasn't safe there anymore. He knew he would never be safe again. But he had a new mission now. To find out what the ancient Prophecy was. He slowly made his way back to the west, where he had started as a black, stealing honor and ronoh as he went. He was now an outcast no matter where he went. He was walking through a snow covered wood one evening when he was surprised to here a voice behind him shout:
"SAIFIR!" And then that same instant see a flaming sword emerge through his chest.
"What is this?!" Saifir asked. The sword withdrew, and Saifir dropped to the ground.
"This is your last adventure Saifir." Said the swordsman. He wore a mask, but he was a white paladin.
"Have you forgotten your honor?" Asked Saifir. He coughed up blood, spat the black liquid onto the ground, staining the snow. He started to heal himself.
"QUICK! GET HIM IN THE SHACKLES!" Said a voice behind him. Saifir was shackled to a large wooden platform, big enough to hold him but small enough to carry. Then he heard a voice above him say:
"This is just to make sure you don't cause trouble on the way." His helmet was taken off, and he was struck on the head with a hard object. His eyes rolled back in his head, although no one could tell since his eyes were completely black. Then his world faded into darkness.