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Date Posted: 12:09:16 03/01/00 Wed
Author: Von Risper
Subject: Central Road to Canaday - day 2 continued

Central Road to Canaday - day 2 continued

Belamore's horse gallopped to join the front of the army
leaving the old noble to his thoughts for awhile. Situation
looked grim, and chances for success were frighteningly low.
Then again that used to be just the kind of happening he used to thrive in as the young King Belamane.But that was a long time ago, his body reminded him.
"I shouldn't think in such ways", he said to himself. "We have to succeed, to many lives depend on it."
A cold chill rushed passed him, yet with no evidence of wind, and the sun seemed warm as before. He looked up into the sun feeling one of his eyes water, while the cold chill grew persistantly stronger.

"Do you honestly think you can win this, old Man?"
Words echoed through his head.
"And do you really believe it will change anything if you do?"
The voice Belamore heard was soaked with ancient evil, one not unfamiliar to him at all. He stopped the horse, just far enough between troops so noone could hear him.
"You used to at least have the decency to show yourself before Risper.",old king spoke out loud. "Afraid of something perhaps, or just getting old?"

Cold chills subsided, but only to be replaced by a rush of wind. "You speak with a lot of daring for a soulless king."
The voice now grew louder, no longer just echoing through Belamore's thoughts.
With a laughter Risper proceeded.
"Oh yes. Your soul is MINE and nothing shall cheat me out of that. Your heart turning to absolute goodness came too late Belamane. And if you think a heroic death for your people can save thine soul... You are gravely mistaken."
Baron's voice paused for a few seconds, as if silently musing to himself.

"I am tired of games Risper," Belamore interrupted with a sigh. "If there is a point to this, just get on with it. If you just came to mock me... then Get the hell out of my way!"
A flash and roaring thunder blasted the skies, whether just in king's mind or for real he wasn't sure. Next, he felt an iron grip around his neck, and foul stench breathing down his face.
"HELL IT IS GOING TO BE, YOUR MAJESTY. BUT NOT QUITE YET..."
Belamore felt the grip loosen as quickly as it grabbed him a moment ago, allowing him to catch his breath coughing...
"This promises to be far to entertaining a spectacle for me to stop it here.
Good luck with your little battle, BELAMORE... you shall need it."
Within moments day was back to normal, and all signs of demonic presence were gone.
Yet, an echo of laughter still ringed in Belamore's mind.
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