Cursed
Yoshi
Chapter 63 = The beginning or the end?
Disclaimer: Although all
characters here are of my own invention, the original idea of Yoshies, Birdos,
etcetera, are copyright of Nintendo, and I make no money from writing this.
“I
don’t believe this!” Darkmark screamed, during a break in his stream of
expletives. “We came all this way, all the way from Yoshi’s Island, and he’s not here!”
“This
is the right place, I’m sure…”
“It
has to be. It just has to be!” Darkmark
shouted again, his voice reaching a sudden high pitch just like Klashkna’s did.
“We heard it from the elves; the castle near Sansata. There aren’t any other castles for miles around! This has to be
it!”
He
tried to become silent, but his anger overcame him and he furiously kicked out
at the nearest table, breaking it in half and sending everything on top of it
flying. “He has to be here. He has to
be!”
“Calm
down, okay?” Manny urged, stepping forwards and stopping in front of the
window, looking out into the distance. It had started to rain, and the sky was
getting ever darker. “He can’t be far. If there are any stairs here, they’ll
only lead to the roof, and he’s not going to be up there, I imagine. He has to
be here somewhere…”
Darkmark
walked over to the far end of the room, before putting his hands out on the
wall and sighing loudly. “I was so close… so close…”
Manny
turned around and took a step forwards. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked. “Your
wings are still there.”
“Yeah,
I know.” Darkmark replied. “I’ll dispel them in a moment, but going through
that door really took a lot out of me… I can still feel some of the magic
prickling at me, stopping me from using my psionics…”
He
turned around again as Manny started to talk. “Look, Darkmark, this is the
right place… it has to be, right? Like you said, this is the only castle for-”
It
happened in a flash. Suddenly, there was a cloud of smoke just behind the blue
Yoshi, and a burly arm grabbed Manny around the neck and held him in a choking
grip. The smoke cleared to reveal a male human a little taller than Manny,
cloaked in dark grey wizard robes and holding a wand in his left hand. His
black hair was ragged and his eyes were dark, soulless pits, and curving out
over his bottom lip were two sharp fangs, a small part of a cruel, twisted
smile…
Darkmark
had no time to react. Foryo aimed his wand straight at the brown Yoshi and
shouted in a deep voice, “Nothana Thalutha!”
causing a bolt of black energy to shoot from the tip of the wand and strike
Darkmark on the chest. There was a sudden rush of both magic and psionic energy
across his body, setting his nerve endings alight and making him fall to the
ground, roaring in agony as the energy coursed across his body…
The
sight of Darkmark falling to the floor as jolts of purple and green energy
surged across his brown and white skin was the last thing that Manny saw. With
one adversary eliminated, Foryo took the opportunity and stunned the blue Yoshi
with a paralysis spell, before holding him with one hand and sinking his fangs
into Manny’s neck. Unable to cry out, Manny felt them pierce his skin and some
toxin enter his body, spreading quickly to his brain and sending him into a
deep, eternal loss of consciousness…
By
the time the combined energies had stopped flooding across Darkmark’s body, it
was too late for him to save his friend. He found that he could no longer feel
the mental strain induced by his wings, but that they were still there and he
couldn’t dispel them at all, as Foryo dropped Manny’s body down to the floor
while Darkmark got to his knees. He felt oddly cold, and a sudden crushing
weight hung on Darkmark’s heart at the sight of his friend… his only remaining
friend… dead at the hands of the one who had already been the cause of so much
of his suffering…
Darkmark
leapt to his feet and pulled Karlo-Shin’s sword out of its sheath, the pale
glow around the blade having become a bright, intense light. Foryo hissed
loudly at this and stepped back, but Darkmark ran forwards with a loud cry of
rage, taking a wild swing at his target and missing as a result. This gave
Foryo enough time to run over and retrieve his own sword from the pile of
objects knocked off the table, holding it up quickly to deflect a strike from
Darkmark. He made his own counter-slash, cutting only thin air as Darkmark
moved out of the way, before retreating from the brown Yoshi’s broad cuts with
the enchanted weapon. Far enough away to avoid being hurt, he cast the shield
spell on himself with a loud cry of “Olasta Phyisca!”, holding the shimmering semi-spherical shield in
front of his body to knock away an attack from Darkmark.
Making
a charge with the shield, he pushed Darkmark back into the wall, smirking in a
self-satisfied manner until Darkmark swung the sword back through a full
circle, cutting through the stone bricks - as though they didn’t exist - with
his enchanted blade. The tip of the sword only barely missed Foryo’s arm, and
the wizard stepped back rapidly again as Darkmark freed his arm and made a
thrust with the silver weapon, running through an open section of wall at the
back of the room.
Realising
immediately that it was merely an illusion, Darkmark ran carelessly through the
false wall and up a small set of spiral stairs, finding himself on the roof of
the tower at the top of them. Foryo was already standing at the far end,
waiting for him, ignoring the rain pelting off his robes and wetting his hair
down, holding his magical shield ready and his sword in front of him.
“So,
you are the one my master told me to kill… such a pity that you somehow
survived. He need not know that you lived, for I shall kill you here!”
“Vile
human!” Darkmark retorted, “You deserve to die a thousand deaths for what you
have done. You murdered over a hundred innocent Yoshies in a single day, and I
dare not think what other atrocities you have committed on this world. You
filthy humans are a plague upon the lands, and I shall begin the cleansing of
our world here today with your destruction… I may not finish it, but it is my
destiny, and the destiny of my descendants, to carry on that crusade until
every last one of you has been killed! For I am a saviour, a bringer of light
to the lands and my people, and in the names of all the gods and saviours I
shall kill you this day, lest you cause more pain and suffering to me and my
race!”
He
ran forwards with a roar of “Bey nálíarraín!”, For Vengeance!, taking
another broad slash at the human wizard, but his opponent managed to raise his
sword in time to block the attack, making a stab of his own for Darkmark. The
tip passed over Darkmark’s shoulder harmlessly, and the winged brown Yoshi
ducked off to one side as Foryo brought the blade downwards. Coming back again,
Darkmark made a broad vertical slash that the wizard blocked on his shield,
before swinging his arm around and throwing the shield at Darkmark, knocking
him over the edge of the tower. He plunged downwards but managed to spread his
wings and soar skywards, flapping his wings furiously to gain altitude, rising
back up to the tower roof to find Foryo ready and waiting.
The
wizard fired off another spell that Darkmark couldn’t hear in the heavy rain,
but a blazing jet of red light flew past the side of his head, and as he landed
on the stone roof he saw Foryo preparing to cast it again, and he quickly
readied a charge of psionic energy upon his hands.
As
the red light shot towards him, he swung his arm in a broad, horizontal arc,
leaving a trail of psionic energy in the path of his hand, and as the red light
struck it both it and the energy dissipated harmlessly, returning to the ether
surrounding them. Looking up, Darkmark saw Foryo cast the spell once again, and
with a heavy charge of energy in his hands he sidestepped out of the way,
before raising his arm and snagging the spell in a web of energy.
For
a moment, Darkmark stood there with the purple psionic energy holding the spell
still, before he threw both the magic spell and the psionic energy containing
it back at the caster. The energy dissipated harmlessly, but the spell struck
Foryo’s chest with a bright flash, knocking him back a step, but his back
pressed up against the flagpole, saving him from the fall.
“You
can’t kill someone who’s already dead!” he cried triumphantly, standing
straight again and raising his wand once more, but just as he did so, Darkmark
touched two fingers to his temple and increased his reflexes as he had done
before, copying the way Tsi-Lau had done it. Foryo swirled the tip in a circle,
distorting the air in front of him until a barrage of fireballs shot out from
the space, aimed straight for Darkmark. At the same time, the brown Yoshi ran
forwards, and used his increased reflexes to move out of the way of the
fireballs, or knock them aside with his sword. They became more frequent as he
neared, and he leapt up and into the air, coming down at Foryo with the point
of the sword aimed for the human’s chest, but he ducked away at the last moment
and narrowly avoided the Darkmark’ blade.
Darkmark
cast a quick enchantment mirroring another one he had seen Tsi-Lau perform,
back when she was Xenly, and several false images of himself fanned out,
surrounding Foryo in a circle. He started to run in circles around the trapped
wizard, as did the false images, before suddenly changing his course and
running straight for the human. The edge of Karlo-Shin’s sword found only the
cloak of the dodging wizard as the false Darkmarks vanished, slicing a large
shred off of the wool as its owner barely escaped destruction once more.
Quickly,
intent on not giving Foryo time to react or cast a spell, Darkmark leapt up
into the air and brought his feet down, performing a powerful double kick on
the wizard’s chest that knocked him back and sent him teetering over the edge
of the tower. Attempting to finish what he had started, Darkmark ran forwards
and made a leaping slash, landing precariously on the edge of the flat roof as
his quarry rolled off to the side. By the time he had turned around, Foryo was
casting another spell, but Darkmark had a trick of his own to use…
Just
as Foryo cast the spell and sent a bolt of green energy heading for Darkmark,
the brown Yoshi held the sword level and threw it with perfect accuracy and
incredible speed for the wizard, the blade remaining horizontal as it travelled
through the air. The tip pierced Foryo’s armour and jammed all the way up to
the handle into his body, sticking out through his back, and the blade began to
shine brightly as the enchantment took effect. At the same time, the spell
collided with Darkmark and sent him reeling, sprawled in a sitting position
against the wall to watch what happened next as he felt his strength sap away…
As
though he were a lit piece of paper, a bright light began to spread out from
the sword, burning through Foryo’s body steadily with a bright white flame. He
gave an agonising shout as the process continued, consuming all of his form,
and his dying yell lingered in the air for a moment after the last of his body
burned away, leaving only the sword and his wand hovering in mid-air, before
they fell to the roof harmlessly.
Only
an unnervingly cold wind remained, and it took all of Darkmark’s strength to
heave himself up and stagger over to the sword, picking it up and feebly using
it to cut Foryo’s wand in half. He then fell to his knees, trying to support
his weight on the sword as the rain pounded on his skin and lightning flashed
in the distance, feeling his consciousness slip away.
“I…
I did it…” he gasped, trying to smile. “A-… Alziana… I did it… but it… cost me
everything…”
He
fell onto his front and whispered, “I hope that… you will… be proud of me…”
His
eyelids closed, and he managed to whisper a barely audible question to himself,
happy at last that he had avenged all the deaths that had plagued him…
“Háy
mó… tíka ka míyeva…?”
Is this… where I die…?
To
be continued…