Well, this is my first fanfic so I hope you like it. Feel free to submit
your review.
Disclaimer: I do not own sacrifice, nor Flint the time detective, I merely use their characters and story concepts.
Chapter 1: Power Surge
Eldred sighed. It had now been three months since he had come to this world, but still he had learned nothing of its many secrets. The gods did not seem reluctant to tell him too much either. This was probably because he was still an upstart, or at least, that's what Eldred thought.
Though he was burning with curiosity to the many secrets this world had to offer, he had so far not regretted joining Persephone.
When he had to choose between five different gods he chose her, the goddess of justice and peace, as his Patron God. Everyone, from the simple peasants from the fields, to the almighty mystics defending the beautiful green plains of Elysium, all shared her love and wisdom. Apart from that, the flying islands of Elysium were the most beautiful and the most fertile lands to be found in this world.
All of this provided him with a better way of living than the dark unholy life he had been living before. By joining Persephone he hoped to gain absolution for the many dark deeds he had done. After all, it were his cruel actions and dark spell casting that had brought his former home world Jhera to it's destruction.
"Well, guess miss 'High and Mighty' has not got any more interesting jobs for us eh?," Eldreds imp - familiar Zyzyx said.
"Be Quiet!" Eldred shouted, fearing that Persephone might have heard him and, for his unholy words, would unleash her Wrath on the two of them.
"If she wants us to defend this village then we shall do so!" "But honestly, there is absolutely nothing to defend here, apart from a few Peasants." Zyzyx complained.
"I know," Eldred replied", but even so, we will not abandon our duty." "Besides, I have heard rumours that Charnel is planning an attack on one of the islands of Elysium." "This village might even be the main target of his assault."
"Oh come on," Zyzyx said," Do you really believe that Charnel, the mighty god of Death would waste his time and effort on a village consisting of three farms and some peasants." "You must be even more naïve then I thought." Unfortunately for the two of them, Zyzyx was wrong.
A druid came running down the hill looking exhausted and Eldred immediately realized that something was wrong. "My lord, th...they are coming," the druid spoke. He was shivering with fear and could not remain still.
"Calm yourself," Eldred said, "Who is coming, and what is it that you are so afraid of?" "I...I...It's the Ragman, he has come to kill us all."
"What!" Eldred exclaimed in fear and disbelief. Could it really be that the Ragman, who was also known as the lord of terror had come to this unworthy village.
Eldred looked down at the many Peasants who had not overheard the conversation and did not know of the danger that threatened them.
He was only an upstart, he had barely learned his first basic spells, and know he was going to have to fight a Necromancer whom even the mighty Yogo, the most powerful and wise mystic in Persephone's care, feared.
For a moment he considered fleeing, like he had done when Jhera was at the edge of total destruction, but he remembered the peasants who would be helpless against the powers of the Ragman. He would not allow them to be slaughtered, not as long as he was still alive.
Suddenly a wave of coldness spread around the country, and the once peaceful green fields all of a sudden turned dark and evil. The Ragman had arrived.
"Ah," the Ragman spoke, with a voice so cold that would have even made the strongest creatures in this world tremble with fear.
"What have we here, some helpless peasants and a weak little wizard, oh I am so going to enjoy this."
"Leave this place," Eldred said bravely, though he knew that he would no stand a chance against the Ragman's power. The Ragman too knew this, "Do you really think you can stop me you little upstart?"
Eldred hated to be called an upstart, for he was much older and wiser than most wizards in this realm. The reason he was still so weak was because he had come only recently to this world and was still inexperienced with the form of magic they used here.
"You are outnumbered" Eldred bluffed, since he knew that neither the druid nor the peasants would be able to stand up to the powerful necromancer. "Wrong again," the ragman said, and from behind the hill came two of the most feared and powerful demonic creatures.
The two hellmouths, as they are called, gathered at the Ragman's side, awaiting their masters command. "This will be so much fun, attack!"
After a brief moment the druid lay dead on the ground. The two demons then focused their powers on Eldred. Screaming in pain and terror, Eldred felt like if his skin was on fire. Slowly he felt the life-force flowing out of his painful body. Zyzyx used all of his power to protect his master from the ferocious attacks of the two hellmouths, but it was of no use. With a simple movement of his hands, the Ragman knocked Zyzyx on the floor. Eldred knew that he was lost, and prayed that it would be over soon.
The Ragman however had different intentions. "Stop!" he shouted, and immediately the two hellmouths gathered back at his side. Eldred lay on the ground, half dead and unable to move, but still alive and conscious. Exactly like the Ragman liked his victims best.
"Do not kill him yet," the Ragman said. "We will make him witness us slaying those useless peasants." "No, please, spare them," Eldred begged, but all the Ragman did was laughing like a madman. Being a necromancer, he fed on other's pain. To him, watching someone suffer is like eating candy. Eldred's pleas only amused him. "Go ahead and slaughter them all," the Ragman said to the two hellmouths while pointing at the peasants, who were weeping with fear and terror knowing that their only defence lay half dead on the floor.
"Enough of this," a voice suddenly spoke. A young man was leaning against a nearby tree. He wore a large red cape over his shoulders. In his right hand, he carried a walking stick.
"I will not allow such a slaughter, get you gone!" the young man said slowly.
The Ragman first looked surprised, but then a grin formed on his face. "Do you really think you can stop me? You are all the same." "Kill him," he shouted at the hellmouths.
The young man shook his head and then pointed his stick in the direction of the hellmouths. There was a big flash of red light and for a moment the two hellmouths stood still.
"What are you waiting for? Kill him," the Ragman shouted, but then stared down in disbelief as the two hellmouths dropped dead.
"Im...Impossible," the Ragman whispered. "Did.....he just kill those hellmouths?" Zyzyx said with trouble, as he was still dazzled from the Ragman's attack.
"I am giving you a final chance, leave!" the young man spoke.
The Ragman kept staring at his dead minions. Suddenly he looked up at the young man. "You fool," the Ragman shouted in anger, "you will regret coming here." He held his hand up high and summoned a large swarm of deadly insects. "When I am done with you, you will wish that you had never been born," and with those words he sent the buzzing stream of insects towards the young man.
He however simply held his hand up and all of the insects clashed into an invisible wall.
Realizing that he would need a stronger spell to kill his opponent, the Ragman gained all his strength and summoned the largest ball of fire he could possibly manage and threw it at the young man, intending to burn the skin of his bones.
The explosion was so powerful that the entire island seemed to shiver.
The Ragman had expected to see but the bloody remains of his opponent but when the smoke had cleared the young wizard still stood there unharmed.
"This cannot be!" For the first time in his life the Ragman was beaten in a duel.
"I warned you," the young man said, and with a simple wave of his hand plant roots grew rapidly around the Ragman's feet. Unable to move the Ragman could do nothing to save himself. The young man pointed his stick towards the Ragman, and after a big flash of red light the Ragman was no more.
With the help of Zyzyx, Eldred slowly got back up his feet.
"Are you alright?" the young man asked.
"Yes, I'll be fine," Eldred replied. "How can I ever repay you for saving my life and that of the peasants?"
"No need to thank me, just keep your guard up. I may not be around next time." And with those words the young man turned and walked away.
"Wait!" Eldred shouted, "Will you please tell me your name?"
"My name is Merlock," the young man replied, "and I am confident that we will meet again soon."
Well, That's it for Chapter 1. As I said before feel free to submit your review.
The next chapter will explain why Merlock has come to this world, and also what the gods think of him and his sheer power.
Disclaimer: I do not own sacrifice, nor Flint the time detective, I merely use their characters and story concepts.
Chapter 1: Power Surge
Eldred sighed. It had now been three months since he had come to this world, but still he had learned nothing of its many secrets. The gods did not seem reluctant to tell him too much either. This was probably because he was still an upstart, or at least, that's what Eldred thought.
Though he was burning with curiosity to the many secrets this world had to offer, he had so far not regretted joining Persephone.
When he had to choose between five different gods he chose her, the goddess of justice and peace, as his Patron God. Everyone, from the simple peasants from the fields, to the almighty mystics defending the beautiful green plains of Elysium, all shared her love and wisdom. Apart from that, the flying islands of Elysium were the most beautiful and the most fertile lands to be found in this world.
All of this provided him with a better way of living than the dark unholy life he had been living before. By joining Persephone he hoped to gain absolution for the many dark deeds he had done. After all, it were his cruel actions and dark spell casting that had brought his former home world Jhera to it's destruction.
"Well, guess miss 'High and Mighty' has not got any more interesting jobs for us eh?," Eldreds imp - familiar Zyzyx said.
"Be Quiet!" Eldred shouted, fearing that Persephone might have heard him and, for his unholy words, would unleash her Wrath on the two of them.
"If she wants us to defend this village then we shall do so!" "But honestly, there is absolutely nothing to defend here, apart from a few Peasants." Zyzyx complained.
"I know," Eldred replied", but even so, we will not abandon our duty." "Besides, I have heard rumours that Charnel is planning an attack on one of the islands of Elysium." "This village might even be the main target of his assault."
"Oh come on," Zyzyx said," Do you really believe that Charnel, the mighty god of Death would waste his time and effort on a village consisting of three farms and some peasants." "You must be even more naïve then I thought." Unfortunately for the two of them, Zyzyx was wrong.
A druid came running down the hill looking exhausted and Eldred immediately realized that something was wrong. "My lord, th...they are coming," the druid spoke. He was shivering with fear and could not remain still.
"Calm yourself," Eldred said, "Who is coming, and what is it that you are so afraid of?" "I...I...It's the Ragman, he has come to kill us all."
"What!" Eldred exclaimed in fear and disbelief. Could it really be that the Ragman, who was also known as the lord of terror had come to this unworthy village.
Eldred looked down at the many Peasants who had not overheard the conversation and did not know of the danger that threatened them.
He was only an upstart, he had barely learned his first basic spells, and know he was going to have to fight a Necromancer whom even the mighty Yogo, the most powerful and wise mystic in Persephone's care, feared.
For a moment he considered fleeing, like he had done when Jhera was at the edge of total destruction, but he remembered the peasants who would be helpless against the powers of the Ragman. He would not allow them to be slaughtered, not as long as he was still alive.
Suddenly a wave of coldness spread around the country, and the once peaceful green fields all of a sudden turned dark and evil. The Ragman had arrived.
"Ah," the Ragman spoke, with a voice so cold that would have even made the strongest creatures in this world tremble with fear.
"What have we here, some helpless peasants and a weak little wizard, oh I am so going to enjoy this."
"Leave this place," Eldred said bravely, though he knew that he would no stand a chance against the Ragman's power. The Ragman too knew this, "Do you really think you can stop me you little upstart?"
Eldred hated to be called an upstart, for he was much older and wiser than most wizards in this realm. The reason he was still so weak was because he had come only recently to this world and was still inexperienced with the form of magic they used here.
"You are outnumbered" Eldred bluffed, since he knew that neither the druid nor the peasants would be able to stand up to the powerful necromancer. "Wrong again," the ragman said, and from behind the hill came two of the most feared and powerful demonic creatures.
The two hellmouths, as they are called, gathered at the Ragman's side, awaiting their masters command. "This will be so much fun, attack!"
After a brief moment the druid lay dead on the ground. The two demons then focused their powers on Eldred. Screaming in pain and terror, Eldred felt like if his skin was on fire. Slowly he felt the life-force flowing out of his painful body. Zyzyx used all of his power to protect his master from the ferocious attacks of the two hellmouths, but it was of no use. With a simple movement of his hands, the Ragman knocked Zyzyx on the floor. Eldred knew that he was lost, and prayed that it would be over soon.
The Ragman however had different intentions. "Stop!" he shouted, and immediately the two hellmouths gathered back at his side. Eldred lay on the ground, half dead and unable to move, but still alive and conscious. Exactly like the Ragman liked his victims best.
"Do not kill him yet," the Ragman said. "We will make him witness us slaying those useless peasants." "No, please, spare them," Eldred begged, but all the Ragman did was laughing like a madman. Being a necromancer, he fed on other's pain. To him, watching someone suffer is like eating candy. Eldred's pleas only amused him. "Go ahead and slaughter them all," the Ragman said to the two hellmouths while pointing at the peasants, who were weeping with fear and terror knowing that their only defence lay half dead on the floor.
"Enough of this," a voice suddenly spoke. A young man was leaning against a nearby tree. He wore a large red cape over his shoulders. In his right hand, he carried a walking stick.
"I will not allow such a slaughter, get you gone!" the young man said slowly.
The Ragman first looked surprised, but then a grin formed on his face. "Do you really think you can stop me? You are all the same." "Kill him," he shouted at the hellmouths.
The young man shook his head and then pointed his stick in the direction of the hellmouths. There was a big flash of red light and for a moment the two hellmouths stood still.
"What are you waiting for? Kill him," the Ragman shouted, but then stared down in disbelief as the two hellmouths dropped dead.
"Im...Impossible," the Ragman whispered. "Did.....he just kill those hellmouths?" Zyzyx said with trouble, as he was still dazzled from the Ragman's attack.
"I am giving you a final chance, leave!" the young man spoke.
The Ragman kept staring at his dead minions. Suddenly he looked up at the young man. "You fool," the Ragman shouted in anger, "you will regret coming here." He held his hand up high and summoned a large swarm of deadly insects. "When I am done with you, you will wish that you had never been born," and with those words he sent the buzzing stream of insects towards the young man.
He however simply held his hand up and all of the insects clashed into an invisible wall.
Realizing that he would need a stronger spell to kill his opponent, the Ragman gained all his strength and summoned the largest ball of fire he could possibly manage and threw it at the young man, intending to burn the skin of his bones.
The explosion was so powerful that the entire island seemed to shiver.
The Ragman had expected to see but the bloody remains of his opponent but when the smoke had cleared the young wizard still stood there unharmed.
"This cannot be!" For the first time in his life the Ragman was beaten in a duel.
"I warned you," the young man said, and with a simple wave of his hand plant roots grew rapidly around the Ragman's feet. Unable to move the Ragman could do nothing to save himself. The young man pointed his stick towards the Ragman, and after a big flash of red light the Ragman was no more.
With the help of Zyzyx, Eldred slowly got back up his feet.
"Are you alright?" the young man asked.
"Yes, I'll be fine," Eldred replied. "How can I ever repay you for saving my life and that of the peasants?"
"No need to thank me, just keep your guard up. I may not be around next time." And with those words the young man turned and walked away.
"Wait!" Eldred shouted, "Will you please tell me your name?"
"My name is Merlock," the young man replied, "and I am confident that we will meet again soon."
Well, That's it for Chapter 1. As I said before feel free to submit your review.
The next chapter will explain why Merlock has come to this world, and also what the gods think of him and his sheer power.