Zangulus stood there, frozen, savouring the moment in time, he had fought his first battle and he had won. he looked at his blade drenched in his opponents blood and turned to face the sorcerer with a soul full of vengeance.
Seanro assessed his situation as Tiber recovered from the last series of blows. The sorcerer re-sheathed the Sword of Light knowing that either of the swordsman had the ability to take it out of his hands. Tiber charged at him with the force of lightning bolt but the sorcerer levitated with a shot into the air to prepare his next attack. Tiber and Zangulus ran in the direction the sorcerer was fleeing. Relief and surprise were in each others eyes that they were both still breathing. Seanro landed and immediately closed his eyes rebuilding his concentration. Father and son stood in his path ready to take on whatever he cast at them. Zangulus looked at his father whose gaze was confident but wary beneath the brim of his hat, he nodded to his son in acknowledgement. Those eyes flashing approval beneath the brown brim would stay with Zangulus for the rest of his life.
Seanro raised one of his hands with his eyes closed,
"BOMB DI WIND!!" he cried. A burst of air left his hand and shot right at Tibers feet, his block was too high and the gust lifted him up in the air making his cloak fly up and throwing his hat off his head. Tibers expression turned to anguish as he realized his wasn't coming back down. Seanro was holding him helpless up in the air. His feet and legs were searching for steady ground that wasn't there, his long hair blew all over uncontained by his hat. He tried to gain control of his balance but could not. Zangulus stared in frustration unable to help his father. Thinking quickly he ran to the side as fast as he could. When he was out of Seanros' peripheral vision, he turned in towards him and charged towards the sorcerer as fast as he could. If he could just get to him before the sorcerer could cast another...
Seanro lifted his other hand and opened his eyes which were glowing silver like stars.
"HELL BLAST" a dark bolt left his hand. Seanro recoiled with a cry of shock, then looked down to his leg as Zangulus drew his sword out of the sorcerers knee. A monstrous roar drew Zangulus' eyes towards the sight of his father, just being struck by the Hell Blast, writhing in pain as the black bolt sucked his body dry of life. His body dropped lifeless onto the sand. Seanro also collapsed in pain as his pale blue robe turned a dark maroon from his precious blood being spilled. Zangulus towered over the him with a reapers grimace and lifted his sword to strike. The sorcerer sat there in a stupor not believing his plans could be fouled by the dark skinned, dirty, mis-bred cretin who was about to take his life. Zangulus brought down the sword and the sorcerer levitated into the air but still having a sword connect with his already wounded leg. In the air he pulled out the Sword of Light.
"Light Come Forth!!" and the blade reappeared. Seanro flew towards the house and landed on the gray steed that brought him into the desert of destruction. Zangulus ran using all the strength that was left in his body. Seanro Grabbed the reins and guided the horse to the left where one of its companions was tied and slew it with the sword of light. The other horse that Wahdriff had ridden in on whinnied and bucked at the smell of his own kinds blood. Seanro silenced it by drawing the sword across the animals throat as he took off into the desert of destruction towards Elmekia.
Zangulus saw this and broke from his run into a stumble and then walked towards a halt. Seanro had gotten away. He dropped to his knees in despair. He lifted his sword and struck the ground out of frustration as tears exploded from his eyes. He kneeled there, grieving for his mother and father as a gust of wind blew pelting sand onto his back. Tears flowed, cutting channels into the dust on his cheeks. The only people he had ever loved were gone. He was alone in the Desert of destruction.
Another gust of wind blew and it carried a sound that made him look up,
"Survive......"
As he did, his fathers traveling hat hit the ground a few yards in front of him. He got up and walked towards it. but every time he almost grabbed it. The wind blew away again. it happened too more times when he realized that the hat was moving along the trail of horse tracks. He finally lunged after it and seized it. He looked at it then followed the trail of tracks with his eyes towards Elmekia.
He thought about his parents, closed his eyes and clutched that hat to his chest.
"I will," he said softly to the spirit of his mother and father. "I will." He placed the hat on his head to protect him from the noon day sun, and headed back towards the house. With great sadness he laid his father to rest with his sword in the sand and covered his body with his mothers ashes, laying them to rest together for the rest of eternity. He filled a water sack and fixed it to his belt, wiped his sword and sheathed it. He took down his brown traveling cloak that was at one time protected his father first day he entered the Desert of destruction so many years ago and draped it around his shoulders. He started out on to the trail which headed towards the sunset, then looked back on the house and the pile of stones that marked the resting place of his parents. He closed his eyes and said his final farewell. He removed the hat in gesture then turned around onto the path, fixing it firmly onto his head and headed after his nemesis.
He marched as a lone warrior towards civilization, the sun cast a long shadow behind him which ended in a crook.
