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 Legends of Elmar: A Worthy Foe  (10 ratings)by Sean Kettler Page 2 of 2 The Syvathor had exhausted much strength resisting Dernins binding spell but
nevertheless it still looked as disgustingly evil as it had in its previous
form. The demon began to speak, "You are a worthy foe but I will still destroy
you!", with a beat of its mighty wings it soared into the sky. "Do not think I
cannot harm you up there, vile beast", said Dernin and with that he also took
to the sky. The two battled for many hours and before long their strength
waned. Dernins eyes flamed bright red as if he himself were becoming demonic
and twisted. The demon was unrelenting in his bloodlust and sent out wave after
wave of dark magic and fiery, arcane energy. His opponent, however, mimicked
and countered every move the Syvathor made. From sheer exhaustion the two fell
to the ground with a dull thud. As Dernin lay on the ground beside his hated
enemy his eye caught the glowing gem in the center of the circle. On it was
engraved the Elven symbol for life. Dernin suddenly realized what he had to do
and with great effort he got to his feet. He stumbled over to the gem and
touched it. A pale blue glow surrounded his hand like vapor. From his belt he
took a small, sharp dagger. The mystical glow spread to the weapon like dust in
the breeze.
Dernin crept toward the dark beast and raised his shining dagger. He plunged it deep into the Syvathors heaving chest, a torrent of dark red blood issued from the wound like an immense fountain. The creature wailed and thrashed in his death throes and black smoke rose from the deep gash in his chest. Dernin smirked as his enemy began to liquefy. The winds returned to normal and the sky became brighter as the last of the evil Syvathor faded away. The young Mage felt his masters hand on his shoulder. "You have done well my young apprentice. However, you are no longer my apprentice for I have made my decision and I pronounce thee a Mage of Elmar, Protector of the Land. From now on your title is Dernin of Farwood.", proclaimed his former master. The next morning Dernin set off on horseback to his new life. In the years that followed Dernin visited his homeland of Farwood very seldom and sometimes the locals would wonder what had become of him. They only wondered but never worried and soon he passed out of all memory.
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