(Page 1 of 19) The Legend of Blackwood Forest Chapter 1 by Les Moyes
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SUMMARY: At the coming of the sign, long foretold, B'sakruk, chief servant of the evil lord, Dhenx, escapes his prison to renew his war against Danska, guardian of justice.
At the Rising of the Twins
B'sakruk awoke with a start. He sat up, brushing away the grass which clung to his cloak, and looked about, his senses tingling. Something was out there among the thick reeds. He slowly stood, carefully watching among the tangle of plants. Nothing moved. Cautiously turning, he scanned the area surrounding the large mound he stood upon. Suddenly, a dark, slimy creature, dripping with acrid swamp water, shot out of the plants, streaking toward him. The creature looked like a giant one foot thick worm, the entire front end of it was a large rapacious mouth with rows of sharp teeth.
B'sakruk dropped to the ground, the worm shot past, brushing him with its slimy body. He rolled to one side, springing to his feet, and brought his hands up just in time for another attack. Pointing at the creature, he let a streak of blue energy fly from his fingertips. The energy flew straight down the worm's throat. The animal crashed heavily to the ground and writhed ferociously.
B'sakruk's senses still tingled. He spun around, hands outstretched. A pair of worms snaked toward him. He took aim, but before he could let his energy fly, the ground under him lurched, knocking him off of his feet. The worms flew at him in a coordinated attack. Gathering his feet, he leapt high into the air and did a somersault over the nearest worm, landing on it. He slid down the slimy back toward the now distant ground for he was on top of a massive runta beast. What he had taken for a mound, was the top of the creature's head, the worms its appendages. The creature had burrowed into the muck of the swamp, but now rose to its full height.
As he slid down the wormlike extremity, the other appendages came around, striking at him. He took careful aim, filling the air with a barrage of energy. The limbs fell away. The runta let out a mighty roar and flung him into the air. It quickly positioned itself under him, its mouth gaping wide. B'sakruk winced at the atrocious smell gurgling up from the depths of the creature. He tumbled toward the open mouth. "Yashal-ri nawyul." A blast of wind slammed into him, blowing him away from the creature. It roared again, slithering quickly after him.
Bracing himself against the impact, B'sakruk splashed down into the marsh. He held his hands aloft before him, filling the night sky with sizzling energy. The runta howled in agony, smoke rising from it. Satisfied that the beast would give him no more trouble, he turned and pointed across the swamp, spreading his fingers. "Hitrou unda, lachlameth." A dry path appeared. Though this runta beast was no longer a danger, others of its kind would be lurking about and would soon come. He planned on being far away when they did.
Speeding over dry ground, he did not slow for a long while, until he was certain that he had left the creature miles behind. Then he stopped, breathing deeply. He closed his eyes and stretched out with his mind, feeling for new threats. No predators were about.
"Curse you, Danska," he bellowed.
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