Nightburn: A Fictional Narrative

“Wipe that smirk off your face. Do you think this is a game?” Cassius forcefully stated, his face reddened even more. Cassius charged again at Nightburn, but this time Nightburn dodged the frontal thrust and countered with a quick slash across Cassius’ armor, tearing a rip in it. He jumped back to prevent another quick slash and regain his composure. The blow had brought him back to his senses and now regretted letting his anger cloud his judgement, and now, giving his enemy the advantage.
Nightburn finally spoke, “I grow tired of this game. Powers or no powers, I am going to finish this because I have more worthy enemies to deal with than you. Nightburn touched his sword, running his hand down the blade and as he moved his hand down its edge the blade erupted in flames. Realizing the seriousness of his situation and that Nightburn was not going to abide by his word, he braced himself for the worst. Switching from defense to offense, Nightburn charged but Cassius stood his ground, blocking …show more content…
By sheer will alone, he landed on his feet and stood looking at a man he was certain he had encountered a long time ago. The man dressed in unusual armor turned and looked at him. Regaining his stance but not his composure, Nightburn asked, “Who are you? I demand to know who you are?”
The man said nothing. He took a closer look at the stranger’s armor. Detailed in the runes of ancient times, he recognized the armor immediately. “You have the mark of Malec, the god of war.”
The man finally spoke. “Malec made his will known to me when I was but a small child.”
Nightburn, now could put the man and voice together. “Headmaster, no General Quin.”
“Yes. It’s I, General Quin, and I have no intention of letting you murder the royal family of Abolonia under my