Alex MedinaMale, 16, United States(8/6/2012 10:03:00 PM)
This is an excerpt from a novel I'm writing called " The Last Eclipse."
Iravik led his friends into a small town. As the sun fell and faded into darkness, most people made their way home to their houses. The golden glow of warm fires emanated from the windows as they passed. Alkara and Sveyna chatted quietly as they followed Iravik into the tavern. As they all entered, a man accidentally bumped into Iravik.
“Oh, sorry, lad, ” the man mumbled.
He excused himself as he exited the tavern. Iravik’s eyes narrowed as he came to a realization. He followed the man with seething fury, easily noticed by his friends.
“Go rent a room, ” Iravik said. “I’ll be with you shortly.”
Iravik left a bag of coins in her gentle hands as he strode after the man who bumped him. Iravik saw the man enter a large house, worthy for a noble’s living quarters. Slamming his fist on the thick wood, Iravik couldn’t wait to get inside. He heard an impatient voice behind the door.
“What is it now?”
Iravik kept pounding the door, despite the throbbing pain his fist felt. This pain, however, was nothing compared to the pain he was about to inflict. The man opened the door and realized who it was.
“Oh, it’s you, ” he said tiredly. “I already said I was sorry. Go home.”
Iravik lunged, wrapping his strong hands around the man’s neck. “You left it to burn! ”
Pushing the man further into his house, Iravik slammed him against a wall with merciless force. Tossing the man throughout the house, he cried, “Why do you attack me?”
“You don’t remember me?” Iravik demanded. This fact fueled his anger to a dangerous degree. “You bastard! ”
Iravik kneed the man in the groin and landed an uppercut to his chin. The man landed hard on the wooden floor and rolled away in pain, winding up in the dining hall. Iravik hated the pathetic behavior of this weakling. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling provided plenty of light to illuminate Iravik’s furious face.
“You better damn well remember who I am! ”
Iravik charged the man as he stood up. A powerful kick to the chest sent the man crashing into several, elegant chairs. The sight of all this wealth drove Iravik to possibly kill this man.
“Look at me! ”
The man obeyed, almost whimpering. The man’s dark eyes widened as he looked into Iravik’s eyes.
“My God! ” he whispered. “I remember now! ”
“Then you remember what you did! ”
Iravik gripped a chair, swung it up in the air, and slammed it down onto the man, reducing the chair to large splinters. As the man groaned in pain, Iravik walked over to the dining table and flipped it over, its edge driving into the man’s ribs. Iravik turned as a woman and two children walked inside the house.
“What the hell! ” she cried. “Leave my husband alone! ”
HUSBAND?he thought angrily.
Iravik veered towards the man, lifting him up by the collar of his tunic. He began grinding the man’s face against the wall until Iravik finally threw him into a cabinet containing ceramics behind glass doors. With a loud crash, the cabinet erupted into an explosion of skin piercing glass and ceramic shards.
Iravik had enough. A ball of fire ignited in Iravik’s palm.
“Die, you fucking coward! ”
The flame exploded on contact, the blaze ignoring everything but its target. As the fire died down, Iravik discovered the man was still alive, broken, but alive. A transparent veil of darkness shielded the man, acting as a protective bubble. Iravik looked around to see who cast the shadow.
He was shocked to see Alkara standing in front of the woman and children, tearing.
“I couldn’t let you kill him, Iravik, ” she said.
Iravik nodded awkwardly, trembling from his adrenaline and bloodlust. He fled the scene, leaving Alkara with a horrified family with a broken husband and father. After a few hours of searching, Alkara and Sveyna found Iravik weeping at the base of a lone tree down the road. She knelt next to him, embracing him. She held him, comforting him as he sobbed.
“He left us, ” Iravik cried. “He left us to die! ”
Iravik had almost killed his last living family member. He almost killed his very own father.
This piece displays the anger and resentment of the main character's feelings towards his father. Iravik lost his family and home to a demon. What may be confusing is how the characters summoned fire and shields of shadow. Iravik is a Radiant, one with the power to control fire and other forms of light. Alkara is a Shade, one with the power to control shadows and any other forms of darkness. If you wish to know more, feel free to contact me. Hoped you enjoyed!