The crowd of heavily armed warriors stood in lines ready to fight back. In front of them their leader Vareath rode from the end of the line to the other , screaming cheerful words, while rising his sword proudly into the air.
"My men. This might be our last fight. But it might also be the one that will secure our land from the darkness that is hovering at the Passage Of Werindor. So tonight we will win!" he shout and pointed his sword towards the sky. The men roared and raised their swords as well in honor of their king.
In front of them creatures of the dark was gathering. They looked like a thick, black line in the horizon, moving quicker and quicker towards them. The earth was shaking ...view middle of the document...
"This means war!" he screamed and pointed his sword towards the waving darkness. The warriors behind him roared as he made his milk white horse prance and galloped towards the creatures. His men followed him with the same faithfulness as they had shown at the other battles.
The darkness started moving as well. Rumbling and roars flew into the air from it and it finally started splitting up, revealing trolls, undeaths and bloodelves led by Serikon, The King of Darkness's right hand, on his black, red eyed horse. Its hooves where hanging loose from its legs and some places on its body was missing skin and flesh.
The two groups collided with a roar as loud as thunder. Hell broke loose and screams was to be heard all over. Around Vareath fell his soldiers. Soon there would be nothing left but himself and Serikon. The enemies where even. Wildly he swung his sword towards the trolls that was trying to lift his horsemen or the blood elfs that brutally was hurting his archers.
The final weak rays of sun was shining through the thick layer of grey clouds. The battle would soon be to an end, as almost all of Vareath's warriors were fallen, killed by the dark creatures.
"Why don't you just give up, Vareath?" a deep, rumbling voice asked behind him. Surprised he turned around and was met by Serikon's black armor and hair, perfectly fitted with a gray cape and his blood red eyes.
"I will never give up." Vareath whispered back and crawled of his horse which immediately fell to the ground from exhaustion. With a last, weak neigh it fell to the ground, all covered in blood.
"So you want to do this the old way? Why not just give up? You know that you have lost." continued Serikon irritated from Vareath's eagerness to keep on fighting to the end. He nodded surprised and stood as well of his horse.
"You are a great enemy Vareath. We would make such a perfect couple. You and me controlling the world together as the kings we were supposed to be. That is my last offer" he continued and pulled out his sword. But Vareath waved his head and rejected it. Serikon roared with anger and swung his sword quickly towards him. As a lightning Vareath pulled out his sword and parried it. Serikon growled and pulled back his sword, before he once again cut out after him. Once again he parried it and jumped to the side, to avoid the heavy sword. Serikon roared once again as he lifted his hand towards the air.
" Ignis!" he yelled and a bright flame appeared in the safety of his hand. The flame then exploded and flew through the air, killing all the dark creatures on its way.
Time passed and Vareath was beginning to be tired and he did not move as fast as before. He had multiple wounds from his opponents sword. Serikon was still moving, easy on his feet and swung his sword rapidly against his. With one final stroke he stabbed underneath Vareaths amor and deep into the flesh, that had to give up against the sharp sword's edges. Vareath crimped together in pain,...