TWC Round 1: Arthur Tristem Vs Sirius Nightshade

The world had gone black. Darkness had consumed and choked him. It felt like he was suffocating, losing his breathe rapidly. The silence that penetrated his ear drums sounded like a blaring symphony. His senses were broken, as well as his body, as the feeling of falling was a constant one.

So this is what death feels like.

In a sudden transition, the darkness had given way to that of a beautiful landscape. Animals grazed across the bright green grass, and occasionally drank from a cool river in between two land strips. This gushing river of marine wildlife and fresh water gave way to an abundance of 100 foot trees, towering high and moving all the way into the mountaintops. In the middle of the oasis of cool flowing water, was a tree larger than all the others. A gargantuan tree with pink-colored leaves, it’s roots pressing against the rocky mountains. Up above, much of the light of the sky still managed to make it’s way downward to the ground, although some of the sky was obstructed by a large floating island, where boulders constantly dropped onto the land and in the water. Animals had learned and adapted to this, having the ability to dodge the rocks when they fell down with great ease.

This was a rather wide change from the sandy beaches of a peninsula, where the life was being choked out of him from a female necromancer. However, while he should have been thankful for the change of scenery from utter darkness to this, he was more so disgusted. He scoffed softly to himself. This beautiful area was going to soon become ripe with fire and destruction. For, even in the wake of his near death experience, Sirius Nightshade knew that there was only one reason why he was here.

The reaper had called on him for another battle.

Sirius stood up from where he lay, and brushed the dark black bangs out from in front of his face. His soulless dark black eyes would strike fear into any average human being. But in a place like this, nothing was average anyway. His hand rested carefully onto the sheathed weapon that laid on his belt, as the other swung around idly at his side.

While it seemed as though he was doing nothing, this was the complete obvious. In his mind, he was calling upon the shadows that the boring light above created along the gargantuan trees. He was silently transforming them from gases into flexible solids, his so-called shadow form now at his disposal. However, they did not cling to his frame. Instead, they stay behind, waiting for his orders and garnering power.

Sirius drew in, then let out a long, exasperated sigh of free breath. A smile then formed on his face.

“My reaper, I will not fail you twice.”

Prep: Shadows beginning to transform and gain power (1)