Apothic Story Part 3

An aura…like blood, leaking continously in a fog state motion, covering the surrounding area of the TransKnight…giving off the smell of death to every corner of the dungeon depth.

“Huff…hufff…”, the Transknights breathes heavily, a sign of unmercied stress throughout his punished body, but his eyes are like the pits of shadows…endless…undescribable emotion. It makes every soul, evil nor good, think twice to approach him…he is like death…choosing his next client…for hell’s occupation.

“Gaaah…”, the TransKnight coughing out blood, he had lost control of the godlike power, Apothic’s body collapsed once again. It is just his body is so weakened due to the events that had occured…but the power inside is so strong. It made him untouchable even for that little time…he is like a god….a god of death.

The dungeon demons approached the fainted TransKnight. The white foema casted a spell of blindess…giving her time to pull the TransKnight to a dark corner of the dungeon and covered both of them with a large-worned out Shield. Creating a comaflouge…the fiends had gonepass through them…silently, the white-trainee foema, gently heals, and putting herbs on the wounds of the battered TransKnight….leaving them both in the deep, cold, dungeon depth….only a small green emitting light from the little foema’s healing spell shows their existence….

After hours of hiding, the little girl scoped around. Scouting if there are monsters lurking by. She knows where’s the exit towards the cold plains of NifleHeim. She rushed back towards Apothic. Hoping this time she could carry the poor transknight…

Before she can lay her eyes on Apothic’s whereabouts, a fiend, lingering by, curious by the large-worned shield that is somewhat placed carefully at the corner of the wall…it gets closer. Too close, so close, it could hear the panting of Apothic’s Breathing.

The fiend did not have a change of mind. And began to remove the large shield covering Apothic from being detected.

“There you are…I had been looking for you….human.”, grumbled the Stone Gargoyle.

Lifting up Apothic’s body, it prepares to stab the heart of Apothic out of his chest to feed upon…

The Little white foema did not hesitate and cast again another spell. Opening her book of basic spells, nothing…everything was useless…she could do nothing but watch…

“Oh please, ArchAngel Kafma, please …please…send someone to save this man…He had saved mine and yet no one even came here to acknowledge his existence…he may have a dark secret…but still he is a man….a man with a soul..save him ArchAngel Kafma, he is worthy of your blessings….”, silently the little white foema prays….crying…hoping…believing…

She prayed someone might come, return the favor, for the TransKnight’s sake…and for hers…

An evil smile , the wicked face of the gargoyle, fantasized the heart of the human flesh upon its hands…

“I waited for sometime to eat something so … Fresh…”, with the obsessed smile, the gargoyle laughed…a silent giggle of fantasy.

Suddenly, the wall broke down. A magnificent explosion of fire bestowed upon the dungeon wall…a TransKnight appeared before the gargoyle…with his magestic lance, glowing with its powerful enchantments…did not hesitate but to rid of the minion of hell from existence…

“Freezing….SPIRAL!!”, the magic TransKnight casted a spell. Swinging his lance in a circular yet dexterous motion. It killed the fiend with just one blow. Freezing the gargoyle and breaking it into thousands of pieces with no foul-blood spilled…

Apothic lied down unknowingly. That he is saved from his delerious fate. The little white foema ran towards the magic TransKnight. Thanking him…

“Bless are you, soldier of the ArchAngel Kafma…”, and that same moment the little white foema fainted…tired, and scared…she was relieved for her face shows peace and tranquility…

“You are fine now little one…”, carrying the little foema.

“Nesphar!!”, the Magic Knight summoned his Mount. Putting carefully the fragile battered body of the Transknight on top of the saddle…and carried the little white foema on his back….

“The two of you had been through a lot. It’s time for these two souls to rest…”, the Magic TransKnight led the two out of foul-dungeon, and heads towards Armia…

“So…ArchAngel Ashfeer. What are your plans for these two mortals?”, said the mount of the Magic Transknight.

“Hmmmm…I cannot take them where we are going Nesphar. So I’ll leave in the hands of capable mortals who are able to nurture them.”, the Magic Transknight brought out three golden wyden bars…the rarest kind of Gold of all….placing them in small bag of the little foema.

“ArchAngel Asfeer…”

“Call me Cannibal…we had known each other for centuries and you still don’t address me with my nickname Nesphar.”, requested the Magic Transknight.

“Cannibal…do you think it is necessary for you to give those two mortals three Wyden Gold?”, said Nesphar with a confused look towards Cannibal’s glowing eyes…

“Oh that…have you read the wanted list of monsters on the town walls Nesphar? If not, it says in the list that anyone who slain the Dark Knight will receive an hefty reward from the Kings of both kingdoms…and I believe no one is ever going to believe that TransKnight and the little girl….”

“Hmmm…but still, you don’t need to go out of your way to help the mortals…they are bound what is bound unto them…it is part of their lives to die.”, said Nesphar.

“Maybe so…but mortals had so much little time and yet so many things to do…some times, Nesphar, we have to give them another chance…because I too, is curious of what the future holds of Apothic…yes,…Apothic….he has something no other mortal has…

“Which is Cannibal?”, asked Nesphar with curiousity…

“That is something you will see …and wait my friend…and I too don’t know what it is….but I felt it…the power inside the TransKnight while I was carrying him to put on your back Nesphar. Did you feel the energy…even though he is fainted and weakened?, said Cannibal with a excited smile.

“Yes…cannibal…, I thought another ArchAngel rode my back without notification…and at that time I was confused if he is really mortal…or god…”, said Nesphar in a uneasy tone.

“Truly, Apothic is one of them….one of the Bushido…the mark on his hand says it all…”, says the ArchAngel Ashfeer.

“Let’s go Nesphar…we have souls to gather….”

To be continued…