Thread:Abbykurle/@comment-31148069-20180624180830/@comment-30921738-20180714193955

Imma add one more character slot for all you guys. one more evil character slot, one more good/neutral slot.

And the red burning silk that comes out of Gordons wrists is from a book, and it called flamesilk. de book is called Wings of Fire: The Lost Continent. And if you are to read that book, then you have lots of spoilers now.

Akurle steadied herself in the air, careful not to touch the lava. She turned around and saw the Dark Lord sitting on his throne, an evil smirk on his face. Zyla the wasp queen smapped her jaws angrily.

"You were a fool to attack now. We know all your secrets, and we have the advantage here." Suddenly he thrust out his arm toward her. Akurle sucked in a breath and prepared to blast him with fire.

"Don't waste your breath. It's hopeless." A ring of purple light formed around his outstretched hand. "Kestr mondraul, den lauctae roe denta. Lya grau forndenas. OLANDAI FOURTRACE DA LENDIER!" The Dark Lord chanted. The ring around his hand brightened, and odd purple designs surrounded it. Faster than she could react, a thin stream of purple light exploded from the Dark Lord's hand and hit Akurle in the chest. The breath was pushed out of her lungs as she was thrown across the crater and hit the ledge on the other side. She smacked into the wall and slid down slowly.

Akurle groggily opened her eyes. Her whole body ached. A fresh burn mark was on her chest, and a thin plume of smoke drifted off. She had no idea the Dark Lord was this powerful. If he could do that with a simple incantation....

"See?" He sneered. He stood up and started a slow walk around the crater. "Even with your memory, you'll never be able to land a scratch." He twirled his finger in the air. "''Kiratten tai sylaum gryle." ''His finger glowed an eerie purple, and with a single flick, a bright purple beam of light was sailing toward Akurle. She rolled to the side just in time. The purple laser hit the wall beside her, and pebbles exploded outward.

"Give me back my memory." Akurle hissed, slowly standing up.

"I won't give you anything, apart from death. But if it will make your misery worse... CYLAW KENTROPEGG!" He swung his arm outward after the incantation.

Akurle braced herself for another purple laser. But none came. Out of nowhere, pain flared through Akurles body. Images flashed through her head. With every image, there was a burst of pain. Akurle cried out, but then voices echoed through her mind, blocking out the other noises. She saw a black wolf with a hat, saying something like 'Have fun!'. Then she saw lightning, a storm, a flood... she saw herself sinking down, but quick as it came, the image disappeared. Then there was a forest, a river, a cat, glowing crystals, a cliff, wasps, falling.... then it all dissappeared. In between the flashes, she had heard things... things talking, screams, cries for help, roars, growls and screeches.

Akurle gasped for breath. Her body was riddled with pain. The Dark Lord had made it halfway around the crater, and was wearing a mischevious smile. "Well? Is that what you wanted? Would you like to see more..."

"No!" She gasped. Right after saying it, she regretted it. It had been painful, yes, but there had been some relief, too. She felt like she knew herself better. She wanted to see more, no matter how much it hurt. She needed to know who she was... why she was here, where she came from, she needed to know.

But then she realized that the Dark Lord was trying to weaken her. Even if she had gained all her memory back, she would be weak from the pain. Maybe wanting more memories was part of the spell he had casted. But even so, she knew that she couldn't have it. Not for a million things the Dark Lord could want from her. He would never give in.

The Dark Lord raised an eyebrow. "I know you want more. Here's a deal for you- surrender to me, and I will give you every last memory you had. If you wanted, I could take away the painful ones. The mistakes that threw your life off course. I could take away the memories that make it painful to think. The deaths, the mistakes... it would be like it never happened."

"But that doesn't mean it didn't. Quit trying to trick me, I won't fall for it!" Akurle snapped.

"Ah, but you can't fall for a trick if it isn't a trick. Trust me." The Dark Lord had quickened his pace and was close to reaching Akurle. On the other side of the crater, Zyla looked very tense, as if she was ready to fly over any moment. But the Dark Lord didn't look worried the slightest bit.

"You betray everyone you meet. I'll never trust you!" Akurle roared. She sucked in a breath and breathed a plume of blue fire at the Dark Lord.

"Kytenkal gylendias zoraktlem!" The Dark Lord said. He raised his hand and a forcefeild appeared appeared around him. The moment the fire hit it, the forcefeild faded. He lowered his hand, looked exhausted for a split second. Then he regained his composture and continued forward.

"LEAVE HER ALONE!!" A voice screamed. Akurle looked up and saw Cronin diving toward the Dark Lord at an impossible speed. His claws were outstretched, and a furious look was on his face.

The Dark Lord didn't even turn his head. Seconds before Cronin's claws touched him, he swung his arm back and hit Cronin's shoulder with his elbo. Cronin was thrown to the ground. Akurle didn't think an elbo could do much damage, until she saw the long spike on its tip. The spike was coated in blood. Akurle screamed.

Cronin was lying on the ground with a huge gash on his shoulder. Blood was pooling on the ground underneath him. Akurle was close enough to see his breath was coming out in short gasps.

"Oh, Cronin." The Dark Lord shook his head with fake sadness. "Big, big mistake." He placed his hand on Cronin's head. The black griffin was in too much pain to even lean away.

"This is what happens to those who turn against me!" The Dark Lord roared. "Tentenkat  shodrautep xentalah ENALTISH!" He chanted. Purple light swirled around his hand. Cronin shuddered. His eyes turned pure white.

And then he went still.