Return From the Dead

 

            Five years ago the greatest wizard ever to live was murdered. His magic was great enough to lift whole mountains, or destroy them with just a thought. His name was Spell Master; he was Silver’s grandfather.

            That man, who died five years ago, was now standing in front of Silver.

            “How?” Silver questioned, not believing his own eyes.

            “Not too long ago I use to work for Spider, to make a few extra dollars. Thanks to my skills I was quickly promoted to the tops ranks of The Web. It was then I got access to Spiders personal treasury. There I found three artifacts, a set of three old dusty books. Spider had no clue what the books were, but I did,” Raven smiled. “ You see, I spent my whole life admiring the great Spell Master. I always wanted to be as powerful as him. It because of this I was able to recognize the books as Spell master’s personal spell books. Since Spider knew not of the great power of these books, I decided to take them of his hands. It took me a while to decipher their cryptic meaning, but finally I was able to understand one spell, the spell to raise the dead.”

            “So that explains how Spell Master is here,” Silver said softly to himself.

            “Now that I returned him from the dead, Spell Master will listen to my every order. I put this to the test when I had him attack you at F-W-L headquarters.”

            “I will not allow you to use him! Twin Dragons!”

            Silver’s twin dragons quickly appeared and charged towards Raven. As they neared their target, the book in floating in front of Spell Master came to life, as it’s pages rapidly flipped on its on. Out of nowhere a large wave of water appeared to distinguish the twin dragons, and continue to charge towards Silver.

            Silver barely managed to dodge the massive wave.

            “You know what they say, if you play with fire, you are going to get burned,” Raven said with a slight laugh.

            The magical book of Spell master came to life again, this time producing a large wave of fire.

            Silver was not so lucky this time, before he could move out of the way, the wave of fire washed over Silver.

            That was the last thing Silver remembered.

 

            Sparow wasn’t done yet. He would not allow his brother to win so easily.

            Slowly Sparow rose to his feet, the wound in his stomach still bleeding, although much slower now, Sparow knew this was only because of lack of blood.

            Sparow slowly stumbled down the hallway, desperate to end the fight with Raven.

 

            After what seemed like an eternity Sparow stumbled on something, causing his to fall forward into a large open area scattered with furniture. Sparow immediately checked behind him to see what caused him to trip, and was slightly horrified to find the detached head of Nightmare.

            “You are still alive?” Raven voice asked, not far away. “I must admit you are tougher then you look.”

            Sparow turned around to find Raven standing in front of the headless Nightmare. Next to Raven was an old man who looked like the great wizard Spell Master, but that be impossible, he died five year ago. Not far away from them was the charred body of Silver, showing no signs of life. At least Sparow wouldn’t have to put up with Silver anymore.

            “I must be seeing things,” Sparow addressed the old man who looked like Spell Master. “You are dead.”

            “Despite your lack of blood you are indeed seeing straight,” Raven answered for the old man. “ I have raised Spell Master from the dead.”

            Sparow managed to muster a laugh, “I get it now, you can’t beat me on your own. So you had your father dress up like Spell Master to try to trick me into not attack you. It won’t work!”

            “Are you blind,” Ravens voice was filled with anger. “As you can clearly see I have ended my father’s miserable life, I’d no longer had any use for his teachings. But in case you need proof this indeed is Spell Master, I will give you a sample of his power.”

            The spell book floating in front of the wizard rapidly flipped its own pages; then a bright flash blinded Sparow. Once Sparow’s vision returned, every piece of furniture, even Nightmare’s headless body, was now burned to nothing but ashes.

            “I guess it is Spell Master,” Sparow felt a smile come across his face. “I always wanted to test my skills against the greatest wizard to ever live.”

            “You can barely stand after the defeat I handed you,” Raven cruel laugh echoed through the large empty room. “What makes you think you can beat the great wizard, Spell Master?”

            Just watch and learn, Ice-Fire!”

            “Don’t you know any other magic tricks?” Raven questioned.

            Again the spell book pages flipped on their own, this time producing a large gust of wind that blew Sparow’s attack right back at him.

            Sparow was caught off guard by the counter attack; he barely managed to dive out of the way his own attack.

            “Your brother fell prey to his own magic,” Raven motioned towards the motionless Silver. “I think it’s only fitting the same happens to you.”

            Once again Spell Master’s book came to life, the result a giant ice spear formed and dove towards Sparow.

            “I won’t be defeated so easily,” Sparow jumped onto the giant ice spear, and used it as a springboard to fly towards Spell Master.

            The book came to life, resulting in a lightning bolt striking Sparow away.

            Sparow was starting to regret his decision on taking on the powerful Spell Master. The last attack left Sparow breathless, mortally wounded, on the verge of death.

            There was only once chance left, Sparow’s secret weapon. If Sparow was going to die, he was at least going to take his killer with him. Sparow grabbed hold of his dagger, and flicked it towards Spell Master’s heart.

            The spell book acted again, as if it had a mind of its own. This time a large stone slab appeared, blocking Sparow’s projectile.

            Raven shook his head in disappointment, “Even on the verge of death, you can’t think of any new tricks. Now you will die!”

            The book came to life creating a large white fireball, no, not any fireball, it was the Samurai White Fireball, the finishing technique of Sparow deceased archenemy. It was the ultimate insult, to kill Sparow with the same technique Sparow spent his entire life trying to beat.

            But the joke was on Raven, Sparow vision could no longer stay clear, slowly Sparow faded into the darkness before the large fireball could connect.

 

            Is this the end of our heroes? Can no one beat the all-powerful Spell Master? There’s only one way to find out…

 

                                                                                                            To be continued…