Post by Betrayer Of Hope on Feb 5, 2007 5:37:12 GMT 1
Here's the story I mentioned earlier (or the beginnings anyway).
Please tell me what you think so I can decide whether to continue or throw away the idea and get started on something else.
Enjoy!!!
The walls loomed threateningly over Ishamael as he ran-ran for his very…existence, for what he held now could hardly be called a life. There was nothing comparable to the bliss of immortality, yet that particular gift from the Dark One carried its drawbacks, too. For one, nothing could survive the incredible power of balefire, which tore your very soul out of the pattern. That is what Ishamael faced now, wielded by the Dragon Reborn himself.
Lews Telamon Therin, the Kinslayer. Hatred tugged at his mind from simply thinking of that cursed man. Ishamael thought himself above such human-based emotions, yet the man who had brought an end to his plans Age after Age after Age held a darker place in Ishamael’s mind than any other being. Not only was The Dragon the very embodiment of the Light that Ishamael had swore himself against while pledging his soul to the Dark One, but he was also the man who was hated by the very small part of the Betrayer that was still human. What the Kinslayer had taken from Ishamael could never be forgiven, and Elan Morin Tedronai had vowed revenge on him. Some things could never be forgotten or forgiven, even when the Wheel of Time turned and gave birth to a new Age.
“Ishamael! Answer to my call! You know what must happen here today!” Weaves of Air caused the voice to amplify itself hundreds of time over. The sound echoed in the corridor and boomed in Ishamael’s ears. Fear gripped the Betrayer as he glanced back and saw that The Dragon Reborn was gaining ground. Reaching to the True Power, Ishamael made a weave and fired balefire at his pursuer. The miss was confirmed by sounds of debris falling from the hit wall and a roar of anger from Lews Therin.
“How dare you fire at me, Betrayer of Hope! You know what the Wheel has turned out time and time before this encounter! You know that I must always win the battle against the Dark!” A thick bar of liquid fire shot over Ishamael’s head and went through a corner ahead of him, leaving a perfect circle where the rock had been more than melted, more than disintegrated. It simply was not there anymore. A violet afterimage burned in Ishamael’s vision from the powerful beam that was brighter than the sun. Why did things always have to turn out this way?
Ishamael rounded another corner, and if memory served him right, the last corner before he came to a dead end in the maze-like castle’s corridors. The cursed man behind him had led him to the exact same place that the Betrayer had spent years in council with the other Chosen, plotting the demise of the Light and slowly taking the world into their own grasp. Burn the cruel sense of irony that the Wheel spun out! Damn it!
Flames flickered in their torch brackets on the wall as Ishamael used saidin to send a light wind that burned like fire down the corridor behind him. It was a desperate move. he knew, with the Dragon wielding a sa’angreal and balefire, but Ishamael was a desperate man. An unexpected sound echoed up the corridor-a roar of pain.
Ishamael skidded to a stop and glanced back at his pursuer, who was doubled over and on his knees in the middle of the stone hallway. Could it finally be a reprieve in the turnings of the Wheel of Time? Lews Therin slowly began to rise, and with much haste, Ishamael formed another weave-this one of Earth and Fire-and made the rock beneath the Dragon’s feet begin to burn and heave. The tall man’s entire body was thrown backwards and against the wall behind him. The sa’angreal dropped from his hands, yet he remained conscious and immediately began to right himself.
Here was Ishamael’s chance-to go for the kill, or to escape? Although disarmed of the magical device, Lews Therin remained a force to be reckoned with, and a long-lasting duel would be sure to follow if Ishamael began anything now.
Unwillingly admitting to himself that he did not have enough power to face this hated creature alone, Ishamael began to form the weaves for a gateway. Recuperate now and face the challenge later, when fully prepared and possibly with a few reincarnated Chosen at his back.
As Ishamael began to move towards the gateway behind him, he continued to look at the so-called “Dragon Reborn.” He had picked up the sword sa’angreal and Ishamael could see the weaves of something solid to stop the gateway from closing, but he had it covered. Sending one more wave of force tinged with fire down the corridor, Ishamael made a smaller weave and sent it flying at the solid Lews Therin had begun to make. As expected, the Dragon immediately made a defensive ward to protect himself from the fire attack again, but the force of the smaller weave the Betrayer had made penetrated and destroyed the gateway-blocking device.
As Ishamael took a backward step into the gateway he had made, he felt an emotion that he had not felt in a very long time, and one that is very name forsook-hope.
Please tell me what you think so I can decide whether to continue or throw away the idea and get started on something else.
Enjoy!!!
The walls loomed threateningly over Ishamael as he ran-ran for his very…existence, for what he held now could hardly be called a life. There was nothing comparable to the bliss of immortality, yet that particular gift from the Dark One carried its drawbacks, too. For one, nothing could survive the incredible power of balefire, which tore your very soul out of the pattern. That is what Ishamael faced now, wielded by the Dragon Reborn himself.
Lews Telamon Therin, the Kinslayer. Hatred tugged at his mind from simply thinking of that cursed man. Ishamael thought himself above such human-based emotions, yet the man who had brought an end to his plans Age after Age after Age held a darker place in Ishamael’s mind than any other being. Not only was The Dragon the very embodiment of the Light that Ishamael had swore himself against while pledging his soul to the Dark One, but he was also the man who was hated by the very small part of the Betrayer that was still human. What the Kinslayer had taken from Ishamael could never be forgiven, and Elan Morin Tedronai had vowed revenge on him. Some things could never be forgotten or forgiven, even when the Wheel of Time turned and gave birth to a new Age.
“Ishamael! Answer to my call! You know what must happen here today!” Weaves of Air caused the voice to amplify itself hundreds of time over. The sound echoed in the corridor and boomed in Ishamael’s ears. Fear gripped the Betrayer as he glanced back and saw that The Dragon Reborn was gaining ground. Reaching to the True Power, Ishamael made a weave and fired balefire at his pursuer. The miss was confirmed by sounds of debris falling from the hit wall and a roar of anger from Lews Therin.
“How dare you fire at me, Betrayer of Hope! You know what the Wheel has turned out time and time before this encounter! You know that I must always win the battle against the Dark!” A thick bar of liquid fire shot over Ishamael’s head and went through a corner ahead of him, leaving a perfect circle where the rock had been more than melted, more than disintegrated. It simply was not there anymore. A violet afterimage burned in Ishamael’s vision from the powerful beam that was brighter than the sun. Why did things always have to turn out this way?
Ishamael rounded another corner, and if memory served him right, the last corner before he came to a dead end in the maze-like castle’s corridors. The cursed man behind him had led him to the exact same place that the Betrayer had spent years in council with the other Chosen, plotting the demise of the Light and slowly taking the world into their own grasp. Burn the cruel sense of irony that the Wheel spun out! Damn it!
Flames flickered in their torch brackets on the wall as Ishamael used saidin to send a light wind that burned like fire down the corridor behind him. It was a desperate move. he knew, with the Dragon wielding a sa’angreal and balefire, but Ishamael was a desperate man. An unexpected sound echoed up the corridor-a roar of pain.
Ishamael skidded to a stop and glanced back at his pursuer, who was doubled over and on his knees in the middle of the stone hallway. Could it finally be a reprieve in the turnings of the Wheel of Time? Lews Therin slowly began to rise, and with much haste, Ishamael formed another weave-this one of Earth and Fire-and made the rock beneath the Dragon’s feet begin to burn and heave. The tall man’s entire body was thrown backwards and against the wall behind him. The sa’angreal dropped from his hands, yet he remained conscious and immediately began to right himself.
Here was Ishamael’s chance-to go for the kill, or to escape? Although disarmed of the magical device, Lews Therin remained a force to be reckoned with, and a long-lasting duel would be sure to follow if Ishamael began anything now.
Unwillingly admitting to himself that he did not have enough power to face this hated creature alone, Ishamael began to form the weaves for a gateway. Recuperate now and face the challenge later, when fully prepared and possibly with a few reincarnated Chosen at his back.
As Ishamael began to move towards the gateway behind him, he continued to look at the so-called “Dragon Reborn.” He had picked up the sword sa’angreal and Ishamael could see the weaves of something solid to stop the gateway from closing, but he had it covered. Sending one more wave of force tinged with fire down the corridor, Ishamael made a smaller weave and sent it flying at the solid Lews Therin had begun to make. As expected, the Dragon immediately made a defensive ward to protect himself from the fire attack again, but the force of the smaller weave the Betrayer had made penetrated and destroyed the gateway-blocking device.
As Ishamael took a backward step into the gateway he had made, he felt an emotion that he had not felt in a very long time, and one that is very name forsook-hope.
My favorite character. 