Born of Power

==Disclaimer==
First off, this is a HUGE W.I.P, I probably won't be getting it done anytime soon. Also, this story will have some violence and bad language, although most language will be mild. DO NOT read if you are sensitive to these things. If you still do, I am not responsible.
==Prologue==
"What! No, impossible. This can't be right, can it?"
Bryce rubbed his temples. He was holding a totem of great power in one hand, and with his other, was writing in his notebook.
He had a handsome face, with pronounced features and green eyes. That, along with his blonde hair and lean build, made him look like quite the dashing explorer.
Bryce Anderson was a bit of an outcast. A forager, or as he preferred to call himself, a treasure hunter. He travelled all over Gelesia in hunt of magical items. However, he had stopped that a few weeks ago, and started out on some other mysterious project. He wouldn't tell anybody else what it was, except his trusted assistant Randy.
It was to Randy that he called now.
"Hey, Randy, come look at this. This doesn't seem right, does it?"
Randy walked over to the desk that Bryce was sitting at. He looked at the part Bryce was referring today.
"No, all seems to be in order."
Then his face darkened.
"But, but that would mean.."
"That we must act immediately. We cannot let the wrong people get a hold of this information." said Bryce.
"I'll prepare the shuttle." Randy said, as he walked out of the room.
Bryce sat there for a while, looking at a map, and muttering to himself. Then he got up to go.
He walked out of the room into the front porch. In front of him, there was a structure that looked a bit like a missile, but with seats for people.
In this structure, known as the Shuttle, sat Randy. He was fiddling with some levers and buttons, starting up the vehicle. After sometime, Randy gave a thumbs up.
"Let's go." Bryce said.
The Shuttle made a purring sound, and then shot off.
"Hurry, hurry," said Randy, urging the engine to go faster, "We must get there in time, or all will be lost."
Scorching the ground and leaving a trail of fire behind it, the Shuttle zoomed off, guided by Randy. Every once in a while, the vehicle would spin in it's place, building up momentum to shoot off again.
Sitting at the back, Bryce was examining a map, trying to figure out something. He kept muttering something under his breath, as he willed the Shuttle to move faster.
An hour passed, and the Shuttle reached it's destination. It spun to a stop, and the two men got out of it.
"Careful." warned Bryce, as Randy made towards the door, "Every inch of this place could be trapped."
"Or it could be completely safe." Randy answered carelessly.
Even so, the two men approached the entrance of the building in front of them with care.
The building loomed over them. It looked a bit like a temple. It's front doors were adorned with golden carvings of snakes and swords.
"It must be here then. Come on, let's go!" Bryce said.
The men ran into the building. They found themselves in a big hall, with statues of roaring tigers and lions, and most of all, snakes.
"So. You have come to hinder our job, Hunter." a voice whispered from the shadows.
"Yes Rastan, I have, what's it to you?" retorted Bryce, "And also, you do know that I don't call myself 'The Hunter' anymore, don't you?"
"Yes, I do, Hunter." answered Rastan,"As for what it is to me, I only regret the fact that I am going to have to kill you now."
"Oh yeah? Come on, try it."
"Now, now, you know that I don't like talking about such dark things."
"Nice try. Everybody knows that you and the Shadow is a match made in heaven. Or hell if you prefer."
"Well, alright then, the time for formalities is over, let us settle this here and now."
...
The three men faced each other, each with hate in their eyes.
Suddenly, Rastan lunged at Bryce, hands outstretched. Immediately, Randy threw a knife at the attacker. However, the knife didn't meet it's mark. It glanced off some invisible barrier, and fell to the floor. Rastan made a gesture, and there was an explosion. When the smoke cleared, Bryce and Randy were slowly getting up.
"You've gotten stronger." said Randy. He seemed surprised.
"And you've gotten weaker, Randy." Rastan said, amused.
Randy growled. Bryce put a hand on his shoulder to restrain him.
"We need to get the Totem." he whispered, "We'll get him later, I promise."
The assistant nodded. Grim determination was set in his face.
Randy jumped up, and held on to one of the bars in the ceiling. He swung himself across the bars, making his way towards the back of the temple.
"Oh no you don't." said Rastan.
He raised his hands, but before he could do anything, Bryce slammed into him, holding a shield. Rastan faltered, and in the little time it bought, Randy was able to reach the Totem.
"I have it! Let's get out of here." Randy shouted.
His face livid with fury, Rastan shouted a word, but nothing happened.
"It's blocking your magic." Bryce said, smiling.
Rastan said, "Alright then, we can just do this the old-fashioned way."
He took out two wicked-looking daggers from his belt, and spun them in his hand.
With inhuman agility, Rastan lashed out at Randy, who could do nothing but try and dodge the swings.
"Angorah!" shouted Rastan.
The Totem started shivering, and it flew into Rastan's waiting hands.
Looking at Bryce with hatred, Rastan said, "This, is where I cause you pain."
He threw his knife. It hit Randy square in his back. He keeled over and fell, dead.
"No! NOOOOOO!" shouted Bryce, "No, no, you can't die, look at me, LOOK AT ME!"
Smirking, Rastan walked out of the temple.
"There.. was.. scroll.. in.. Totem." Randy said, struggling to speak, "All.. not..lost."
"Good work, old friend." Bryce said, his sadness replaced by a cold determination, "What did it say?"
"Take.." struggling, Randy pulled out a scroll from his pocket.
"You, friend, are a genius." said Bryce.
"L- l- l- light.. lightning." Randy said.
"You have done well. Be in peace, Randolph." Bryce said, sadly, "I will avenge you."
For a brief time, Randolph's striking blue eyes met Bryce's green ones. Then, the blue faded, leaving only a dead body.
The Hunter sighed. He opened up the scroll. Suddenly, it started to burn.
Quickly, Bryce read,"
You cannot stop the darkness within,
Only decide when it will begin,
And she who is born of power,
Must make a choice at your darkest hour,"
The rest was burned.
"These lines don't tell me anything. The useful part must have been burned away." said Bryce angrily.
As a second thought, he added, "But who ever said that no hope was better than some?"
He threw the scroll back onto the floor, and walked away.
==Chapter 1==
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Category:Original Stories
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