Avalon: The Beginning... Day 5

Day 5

Scene: Fayth’s house. Close to midnight. Partially clouded skies with 3 full moons and stars blanket the milky black skies. Fayth’s house is a moderate size house for the area she lives in. It’s a four bed room house. On the outside, she has her flower beds with a whole array of colorful flower along with a nice size front patio and lawn.

Fayth: “Terrell, where is your baby brother? He should’ve been home by now. It’s getting closed to midnight and past the time of curfew for the city guards to shut down and close the gates. I’m getting worried about him. The streets are filled thugs and drunks and the outskirts of the city are just littered with all sorts of dangerous creatures.”

She begins to pace back and forth about the living area frantically, trying not to envision the worst that could have possibly happened to her baby. Feeling very agitated now and having totally lost every ounce of patience she could’ve possibly held, she makes her way to the front door ready to just storm through the city like a typhoon and lay down any and everything that stands in her way of her finding her dearest baby. Restless at the sight of his mother’s staccotic movement, Terrell quickly walks up to her and places his hand on her shoulders and says…

“Your dearest baby is alright, he is probably at Ava’s old resting spot.”

Calmed by her eldest son’s positive response, she calmly walks over to the window and peeks through the curtains holding a long and worried expression on her face, just hoping to find her son just coming over the hill and says to herself…. “I hope your right Terrell….”

Scene: Out in the east district, one of the toughest parts of the city, sit two drunken men in a very dimly lit narrow alley way that reeks of old wet garbage and must with the hint of sweet liquor and cigar smoke lingering in the air. They sit in an alley that sits just before the city outskirts conversing among themselves.

Drunkard 1: “Hick up... Hick up… what the… hick up! The hell is going on out there?”

He takes another swig of his liquor just before he passes the brown paper bag to his other fellow drunkard. He snatches the brown bag from out of his hands while taking a puff from his cigar. He then par takes his share of the liquor and replies…

Drunkard 2: “Seems like some unfortunate soul is engaged in a fierce struggle for his life.”

He steals his partner’s share of the liquor and takes a few more gulps but stops halfway. His tightly squinted eyes widens as he watches his partner loading bullets into his pistol. Then he looks is partner dead in the eye. They sit there staring at each other as if they were reading each other’s mind until a merciless smirk formed on both of their faces as they seem to silently plot an evil plan.

“Hahahahaha….” They let out a sinister laugh that pierces the darkness and echoes throughout the silence of the night.

Scene: Cling….clink…clank…CLING! Heavy breathing…you can hear the clashing of metals echoing throughout the humid vast woods. Dash…. Step….step…. thud…. The sound of footsteps sliding on the ground and things hitting the ground compliment the sound of the metals clashing. The sparks that fly from the collision of the metals help illuminate the night along with the light that shuns down from the three moons and the stars. There aren’t many guards out tonight along the gates that form around the city outskirts to protect the city from outside attacks.

Amongst the light given from the darkness of the sky, you can see through the branches from the trees and through the thickets and shrubs, a couple of figure dancing in between the sparks that fly from their swords. One figure is evidently seen clearly, defending himself and taking slight cuts from his unseen foe who looks more like a blur because it masks its identity and attacks with its speed and agility, with the help of the darkness of the night and natural surroundings. He just sits there helplessly and barely defending himself as he watches a white blur that seems to be wool or hair, attack by jumping out from shadows and from behind trees and rocks. Judging by the size of the blur, it’s seems significantly bigger in size.

Alone in the darkness, the smaller figure, which is a little boy in his early teens, just stands there, barely holding his sword. His face is covered in many surgical cuts and scrapes as well as the rest of his body. His sleeveless multi colored shirt and brown shorts are tattered and covered with dirt and drenched with sweat and blood. His bright colored sneakers are covered in dirt as well as his snow white hair.

He continues to stand there with his eyes half open on full alert but barely holding on to consciousness, trying to muster up the strength to defend himself from the next on coming attack and retaliate. He thinks to himself…

Little boy: (“Damn… just… to strong…”)

He takes in a deep breath… then slowly exhales…

Little boy: “But I got a trick up my sleeve…”

From the shadows and surroundings, the other figure yells out...

“Now is not the time for you to be catching upon your sleep! Hahahah…”

Little boy: “I’m just getting started!

?:”Hahahah… Yeah right! You’re almost done!”

Little boy: I can feel your energy dropping just as well as mine!”

The little boy, on guard, turns in different directions as he follows the voice of his fierce opponent.

?: “Yeah, that may be true, but unlike me, you’re almost on empty. You should’ve never stayed out so late this night alone in the mid of the night! Especially being as significantly weak as you are! You’re just a helpless prey in an open field with nowhere to run or hide and no one around to protect you from indefinite death by the claws of a ruthless blood thirsty predator such as myself who lurks low in the tall grass just waiting for the right opportunity to come and snuff away your life! Hahahahaha…”

Little boy :( yells out…) “SHUT UP!”

Just as he yells, a wave of red force clusters shoot out from the shadows behind him. He sees the attack from the corners of his eye just in the nick of time. He dodges them by leaping into the air and turning with his back to the sky to face where the attack came from. BOOOM! The clusters explode at direct contact has the smash into a huge boulder causing dust to rise and debris to fall everywhere. The little boy sees something from where the blast came from. He then charges his energy in his right hand…

Little boy: THERE! I SEE YO….



Suddenly, through the corners of his eyes, he sees something dart out from where the blast hit. To the right of his back side, in mid air, just slightly above him, appeared his opponent in the light of the moon. Still floating upward in the air with his back to the sky, the little boy, as if time had slowed down, starts to turn his body around. First his head, then the rest of his body. Slowly, his eyes roll around to meet with his opponent’s eyes. His eyes widens as he takes what may seem to be his last gasp of air. In his last moments, he thinks to himself…

Little boy :( Check...)

And as if his opponent could read his mind, finishes his thought for him in a calm voice, with a wide and confident smirk on his face…

? : MATE!

Suddenly as if time had caught up, his opponent, holding his sword in his right to his side, grabs the handle of the blade with his left hand. He unsheathes his blade, directly leading into his attack. BOOOM!!! There is a flash of a blinding white light with a red haze that lit up all around the background of the woods. The lone and weary warrior lets out a loud and quick agonizing squeal as he is hit by the attack and is sent flying down into a huge mound of ruble.

Little boy: “ehhaaaahhh…”