Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this story except Shacaz.
The roar of the drill filled the air as it hit the mamodo's book. The mamodo disappeared in a puff of smoke. I felt no pity for it, instead I felt satisfied. My bookkeeper Shacaz closed the book and we turned away. He walked and I hovered.
Have we won the battle? Am I to become King? No there was one more.
"Garon!" Shacaz yelled furiously. I felt the bar exit my body and fly towards the creature. It simply stood there as it was hit. The smoke cleared and it revealed the mamodo unscathed and unmoving. We tried every trick we knew. The mamodo and its bookkeeper remained in the same spot.
"Shacaz," I said through telepathy, "We have to win this no matter what!" I admit I was starting to get desperate. Nothing worked against the thing. We retreated to fight another day. The thing didn't allow us to.
It followed us all around. I grabbed Shacaz and took to the air.
To my surprise I saw another mamodo, the one called Dogmos. I figured we needed help so we went over to them and they agreed to take Goren of the Stone down. We returned to find Goren waiting for us. We used every spell and we even took a lot of risks. But in the end, we lost.
We both had used our strongest spells and we had done some damage but not enough. The smoke drifted away and we found ourselves under Goren's cruel gaze. I stiffened and I found I couldn't move.
" Ei Garon!" I heard Shacaz yell. The spike ball dug into the ground and came up into Goren's bookkeeper.
The keeper dropped the book. I had a chance to attack, but I didn't. I had turned to stone. Same with Dogmos.
I felt sleepy in that stone and I passed out, not to wake up for another 1,000 years, when a being Zofis would revive me. I've waited 1,000 years for this battle. Maybe I will get another chance in the next battle.
Besides, what's another 1,000 years except to wait.