ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Stone is your usual wannabe writer: almost no talent, but more than willing to foist his attempts on the unsuspecting. [September 2000]
A dark figure stood near the edge of the cliff, looking out over the abyss. I've left a trail obvious enough for even him to follow. An all-too-familiar feeling in the back of his head and a scent from behind him told him he was right. "I knew you'd follow."
"I just don't understand. Why all this, Abis?"
The dark one whirled about. "The name," he hissed, venom in his voice, "is Sethos!"
Walker continued, seemingly not listening. "We always tried to support you, to give you a place to live. Why did you decide to enslave others and grind them beneath your heel?"
"Oh, please. You were always too busy either parading around as the peacekeeper or instructing that pathetic human! He has nowhere near our powers, yet you treat him as worthy!"
"I'd hoped that in your travels, you'd have seen that humanity has the odd habit of overcoming sheer odds and situations. Their resiliency and adaptability are truly a curious thing. But even with your contempt of them, why the attacks? You practically put out a sign that said, 'I am here. Come stop me!' You could possibly have kept running your little slaving ring if you hadn't done that."
"There's no 'practically' about it. I knew that slaving would draw you out, and I knew that you would come alone once you knew it was me." The dark figure reached into his cloak and pulled out a wicked-looking black scimitar. "Without an experienced leader, your little band won't be effective enough to stop my plans. Without you, they'll be powerless to stop the destruction. And without them to do your dirty work, you'll be an easy kill." With that, the dark one raised his sword overhead and charged.
The lighter figure stepped back, an ivory staff appearing in his hands. The dark one began to swing mercilessly, attacking with a savagery almost impossible to match. But somehow, none of his swings made it past the staff. With an incredibly calm expression, Walker finally raised one end of the staff, knocking the scimitar from Sethos' hands. While the dark one stood in shock, Walker charged forward and sent the other flying, nearly tossing him over the edge. The two looked at each other, one with fear in his eyes and the other with a look of great sadness. Finally, Walker turned and began to walk into the woods.
He could hear his teammates approaching through the woods when the weight suddenly hit his back. The collapsed form of his staff slipped from his belt as he bounced on the ground. Sethos kicked his side, flipping him onto his back. The dark one then planted his foot on Walker's chest and raised his sword high, enraged.
"Freeze!" Both of them looked to the treeline at that, to see an angry leonine figure pointing a pair of glowing gauntlets at Sethos. Behind him were a trio of humans, all with stormy looks on their faces. As Sethos froze, Walker used the opportunity to flip himself back over and tried to climb to his feet. He raised a hand to the others. "Wait-!"
The gauntlets remained raised. "Why?" asked the bearer.
"Because-" Walker swallowed, his pain at saying this evident on his face. "Because he's my son."
While Walker's allies tried to digest this little revalation, Sethos began to inch back to the cliff's edge. Walker climbed to his feet, and turned to see his son standing on the edge. Sethos gave a mocking smile. "So, you finally admitted to me. Well done."
"Abis, you don't have to do this. You know we'll always have a place for you back home."
Sethos' face began to soften. Just when Walker thought he had broken through, his son's face became a mask of rage, and he lept off the cliff.
Walker darted forward, stopping when the form of a giant bat flew from the abyss, carrying the black scimitar. When the bat vanished into the night sky, Walker turned and started for home, remaining silent.
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