The Black Plague

[Cal Wright]

Overhead hung a bright star that lent warmth and light to the planet in it's system. There it rested like a silent witness to the day's events that had transpired. The rays from the sun reached down to the parched surface. Only a wasteland remained of what was once rolling hills of emerald fields and valleys. All living things in the immediate area had been wiped clean from the Earth. There were no trees, there were was no grass,. Neither the birds in the sky nor the bugs on the ground survived. Any trace of life was no longer present. Nothing more than rocks, boulders, and dust made the landscape now. A howling wind blew fiercely as it raced uncontested across the terrain.

It was almost a serene look, except for the interruption in the opening. There was a strange crater that had been made. A deep impression in the dried clay of the land. To any observer that studied this hole without information would believe something impacted here. This was not the case however as upon closer inspection one could find the hints of battle. Strewn about the mouth of the crater were the charred remains of five elite fighters. They were the grandest of the canine warriors brought to the Earth. Blackened fur wafted in the breeze. Weapons layed scattered around like children's toys. These five had seen the end of countless worlds, had heralded the destruction of many civilizations and had paved the way for darkness. Now they like their victims had come to an end.

Deep down in the crater stood a figure. A man who was shoulders were slumped and he seemed to be hunched. His head hung low as if he fell asleep standing up. With each breathe he took his body would slowly rise then fall. The legendary armor that he once wore was gone, torn away from the previous battle were he had eliminated the dogs of war. The body stocking underneath was no ripped and tattered. The remains hung from his waste. The bottom portion of his leggings were missing as well, leaving only the wrappings at his hands and feet left. Ironic that a pesants attire held steadfast in a fight while handcrafted materials were shed away. With a slight shiver the man was aware of an approacing figure. At least he would not have to wait long to shed blood again.

Out of the sky came a monsterous beast. The sun was to it's back casting a shadow over it's features. They grew sharper has the animal descended to the ground. It had dark brown fur which grew thick at the wrists and ankles. It was a wolf like creature, another of the canine species, that had the mane of a lion. The mane was a dark crimson color that ran down it's back and was tied in a slipknot at the end. Around it's waste was a thick leather belt that a shoulder strap attached to. Holstered in a massive sheath was an enormous broadsword. The handle was of pure gold adorned with jewels in a pattern that in darkness meant Anarchy. The creature landed with a heavy thud tossing debris clouds aside. It's blood red eyes reflected an eerie light as the sun was setting to end the day. Quickly it serveyed the scene before it. Obviously those sent to accomplish their task had failed. What had happened now was irrelevant proving only one thing. If the warrior that they were sent to kill had fallen so easily, then Chao would not be in such an uproar over his existence. The creature began to move about allowing the light to glint off of the medallion around his neck. However this was no ordinary piece of jewlery, it was a great artifact.

It was the Red Coin.

The light that was reflected bounced into the opening before the monster. Suddenly it was startled by a low rumbling sound. “Maaaaallloooovaaaccc...” Then he spun to see who was speaking his name. There from the crater stepped the man Malovac had come to kill. He was still slumped over with his head hung low. Slowly the man lifted his arm and pointed seemingly towards the coin.






Alright, alright. what the fuck is this. Let me give you the quick run down. For those kind enough to check out the link in the art forum, you might have seen my painting on there. on the website i mentioned something called 'Legacy'. Well right now in my painting class I'm trying to finish up the paintings that coincide with a story from Legacy. Right now I'm working on the one for 'The Black Plague'. This got me to writing again. This passage takes place towards the end of the story and hopefully gives enough info for everyone to see what's going on but to still be wondering. I need to kind of gauge how things are going on it. and hopefully everyone will enjoy reading it. more to come!!!

[haas mark]

I love the description in the story....sort of brings an "I am there" kind of feel to it.....but you really should post the beginning of it. Other than that, I only saw some grammatical errors in it....I'd be happy to proofread for ya!

[Cal Wright]

Grammer. I dont' need no stinkin' grammer. heh. damn, knew i forgot something. the spell check. doh. Thanks for the comment. glad you enjoy it so far.

[Kuja]

Seems interesting.

[Sea Skimmer]

More then worthy of additional development and writing

[Cal Wright]

Okay, Verilon said I needed to give it some time before I post anything else up so I'm gonna go ahead and put another part up. I want to keep working on it and adding to it, so hopefully some of the feedback will help me. Yes there is definitely speelling (sp) lol errors and grammatical errors. I'll clean that up later down the road. This part is a conversation between the main character and the main villian. The latter half of this part enters a flashback. I'll post the rest in a few days. Hope you enjoy!


“Do you like my new pendent? It accents my look nicely.” Malovac commented with a sinister voice as he sneered with pride.
“It is not the coin I have come for.” the man replied with a laboured voice.
“Then what have you come for little man?' Malovac replied mockingly not knowing what was in store for him.
“I have come for your head.” came the reply in a deeper, raspier voice. It held much conviction for the canine it was directed at. Malovac only sneered more at this comment. Surely his opponent was not foolish enough for a direct confrontation. None the less he would continue this game. There was little delay in the next retort, another question to try and bring fear in him. “Now Gage. Why would you be after such a prize?”
“Because, my dark advisary, it will make a fitting trophy for my mantle.” As Gage bit out the last words, Malovac stepped back taken by surprise. The game had turned on him instead and this was most unsettling. The witty comebacks were not coming so quickly now giving Malovac outrage at the statement. Then in a loud roar he shouted, “My brethren are on the field. Even now they are destroying your precious forces. Soon they will fall, much like yourself.” With that Malovac allowed himself some satisfaction. This would not last long, especially with Gage staring him down. No one in fact could be ready for the announcement that was about to come. The moment hung in the air giving rise to tension. Then after a minute Gage began to speak words that would forever change the two realms.
“I will wipe you and your kind from existence. I will crush you like the dog you are. I will watch your people burn and toss their ashes to the stellar winds.” Gage exhaled has he lifted his head enough to gaze at the wolf. He was seathing with anger now. He barked out at Gage unable to control himself. “Damn you foolish man. Forget not who adorned thee with that mark of FAILURE!” Malovac cried out as his breathing grew quicker while his pulse raced.
Across Gage's chest was a large scar. It was a long streak indicating a deep cut. He pulled his hand back and let it drape down the scar. While his hand drifted over the darkened skin the surrounding area grew dark and then he was consumed by nothing but darkness.
There was nothing. Nothing except for himself. A younger version, of when he was barely fifteen. His hand no longer stroked the damaged skin but his tattered shirt he always wore. Even the rest of his attire was different. The blue shorts he always wore and the red sneakers were there. Gage slowly flexed his fresh muscles surprised at the ease of their movements. He regarded slowly that there was nothing. Nothing except for himself. Himself and someone else. It was someone else alright. Someone who should not be there. Someone who quite simply should not be. There she was standing next to him almost illuminated in the nothingness. As always she was smiling up at him. Her bright red hair flowed just past her shoulders and her smile was as crisp as it had always been. He watched her lips move before realizing she was speaking to him. Her soft voice brought him back to the moment. “Gage. What's on your mind?”. He was speachless, unable to respond, when he finally got his voice back. “Nothing. Um...I'm just...” the statement jittered out and he made him feel very foolish.
“Relieved, right? I mean, we finally got away from everyone. Time to spend alone.” Her words always sang out to him lending him knowledge and support he never knew he needed. There was someone else like this too. He couldn't think of who exactly but he knew there was. Maybe all of that was part of a bad dream. Just like what he thought was across his chest. It didn't matter anymore though. If this was a dream it was time to seize it. If it was reality then he couldn't let this chance, a second chance for the future to slip away. Gage spun and faced the young girl. He placed his hands on her shoulders and stared into her eyes. He never remembered them being green. In fact they were a deep shade of emerald that seemed vaguely familiar. He shook it away and concentrated on what he was doing now. “Anastasia. No matter what this world wants, no matter what happens I will always be by your side.” He paused letting the words sink in. Anastatia's look went from confusion then to wonderment. She didn't know exactly what to think but she knew how to feel. She was always popular, to her though it was a sort of empty belonging. Yet with Gage it was different. Someon who could have anything, go anwhere and he was chosing her and now. She decided to smile. “Gage. I don't know what to say.”
“I don't either. What I want to say I've been trying to say for some time. I, uhm...ah, I'll just tell you how I feel.” He was about to abandon his efforts but the look Anastatsia gave him was still supportive. “I...I lov...” and the sentence was cut short never to be completed. Just then a bright flash lit the area in an astonishing range of greys. Both Gage and Anastasia stepped back sheilding their eyes. Emerging from the light were two shadows. One was enormously bulky while the other rail thin. The first was a wolf like creature. It had a deep blue cloak draped over it's shoulders. There was a short but thick burgandy mowhawk on the top of it's head, a deeper shade then it's glowing red eyes. The other figure was a dark shadowy being. The only thing Gage could make out was that it's head seem to be on fire with blackness while it's piercing yellow eyes floated where it seemed a face should be. Deciding that the situation had just gone from worse to utterly horrendous Gage pushed Anastasia back behind him. “Stay back. Try to run if you can.” He glanced back to see a frightened expression on her face. “Be careful Gage.” came her short reply. It sounded very faint for some reason.

[Kuja]

Hmmm...

[Cal Wright]

Then the world began to change. The wolf that stood before him seemed to morph, it's cloak flowing away into very familiar garbs of a conquorer. It melted into a thick leather belt and flowed and elongated into a long broad sword. At the same time it's mane began to sprout. Like a fire igniting in an oxygen rich atmosphere, it's billowing hair fell down it's back to end in a slip knot. The color became richer and more vibrant as well. It reached down gripping the handle of it's sword in a massive paw. With blinding speed it whipped the sword from it's sheath allowing it to arc across Gage's chest. He was flung backwards hitting the floor with a rough landing. Then he slid into a hardened wall ending his trip.
Lying there Gage curled into a ball clutching at his chest. The pain writhing througout his body. The agony was almost unbearable. He heard a loud shriek in the distance. Instantly he tried to regain control of himself. He knew he had to help Anastasia. Trying as hard as he could, Gage put a hand down on the floor and propped himself up. Slowly he tilted his head, which was growing heavier every second. Then the world began to change. Again.
Strange vines reached out from his shirt. The threads of it's fabric were reforming the garment into the ratty attire he always wore. His jeans were changing from the denim blue to a pitch black. Wrappings formed around his wrist, then his ankles. Gage was changing as well. The gash from the shining blade was forming into a dark scar that stretched across him. He could feel his face changing, forming into the chisled aspect of an older man in his twenties. The cheekbones were becoming more defined, his chin and nose becoming sharper. Even what little hair he had was receding back into his head. Gage didn't know what to do at first but pushed all thoughts out of his mind. He turned to look at Anastasia.
There to his horror stood the magnificant beast, hovering over the young girl. Her radiance a sharp contrast to the menacing creature. As if in slow motion the sword moved again. Gage cried out as he watched as the weapon was stabbed into her delicate frame.
The animal pulled the sword out then placed it back into it's sheath. Gage tried to stand up but his movements were so sluggish as if something was holding him down. The monster reared back then let out an earth shattering roar. Gage felt himself pushed back down from the force, and as abruptly as they had arrived the two beings turned and left. Then there was nothing but darkness.
Gage managed to pick himself up. He felt his legs buckle under the strain, he knew the impact might have broken them but he didn't care. Finally he hobbled over to the crumpled form on the ground. The small girl was on her side looking as though she was asleep. Maybe, Gage thought, she will wake up. It was nothing more than a bad dream. She would wake up and it would all be over. Gently he wrapped his arms around her slight form. He began to lift her up to him and then something else happened. What should have been a crimson fire that could never be extinguished, was a deep chestnut color. He reached his hand down and turned her head so he could see her face. It should have been the face of a young girl from a past so long ago. Yet it was not Anastasia. It was the face of someone very dear to him. The face of a women he deeply loved. Somone he swore he would protect. In his arms, he noted that were now trembling, was Natalie Night. She had a somber look on her face. A look of someone sleeping in a peaceful dream. Her slender arm fell gracefully off of her chest to the ground.
The answer to Natalie's question was all too apparent now. It wasn't that Gage couldn't, or wouldn't escape the past. It was actually both. That thing would always return, would always seek to destroy. But Gage would always hang on to what was the past. Now was his chance to let go. Because it was the past, and in a world of the future the past was irrelevant. Then the world changed. One last time. Natalie faded away leaving Gage all alone. There to greive in the darkness. The darkness which had consumed him. The darkness that is now breaking him. The darkness that is about to destroy him. Everything became very hazy. There was nothing. Nothing except for himself. Still kneeling in the nothingness, Gage tilted his head to stare into what should be the sky, but was still nothing. Then he yelled.





Alright folks, hope you enjoyed that part. I know this shit seems like it's lacking but I'm juggling a lot of things right now. Hopefully I will start typing out four or five of the other stories that will help this along. Hopefully get the beggining to this one fleshed out and get it up for you as well. Thanks!

[haas mark]

Hey DG--sorry I haven't gotten back to you....it's just that lately reading holds little, if any, attention on my part. I may be looking through it tonight, just so you know.

[Cal Wright]

Oh trust me dude. I'm the only artist I know that keeps going. In fact one of my art fart friends I go to school was asking me how I don't get burnt out on things. LoL. Just to let you know, I re read what I sent you and have sorta made some minor corrections and changes. I even added a dialogued sequence on the battlefield. blah blah blah. I'll be posting it here soon anyways. Thanks for looking at it though.

[haas mark]

Oh trust me dude. I'm the only artist I know that keeps going. In fact one of my art fart friends I go to school was asking me how I don't get burnt out on things. LoL. Just to let you know, I re read what I sent you and have sorta made some minor corrections and changes. I even added a dialogued sequence on the battlefield. blah blah blah. I'll be posting it here soon anyways. Thanks for looking at it though.

No problem. If you can send it again, that would be better, too.

[Cal Wright]

There was a quiet home in a peaceful neighborhood in the outskirts of Huntsville. The great district giving an unnatural look to the horizon to the east. Inside the house was a normal family. The mother was finishing dinner while her son was setting the table. The father had just finished reading the paper and was now coming into the kitchen. Outside a little girl swung on her swingset watching the colorful sky make it's changes before nightfall. Her father leaned out the door and called her to come in. She quickly jumped off in mid swing not missing a beat then sprinted for the house. When the family members were gathered at the table they bowed their heads. Before anyone could mutter the opening to an evening prayer a violent shaking began. Throughout the structure little decorations danced across shelves or tables. Little toy soldiers fell over, while doll houses tumbled apart. Everyone was frightened by the unknown danger. No one could explain what was happening. It was a clear day with no storms and there was no mention of any millitary action taking place. Instead of questioning, the parents scooped up their children carrying them outside. There they saw that the rest of the neighborhood was following the same instincts. All of the houses shook uncontrollably, telephone polls bounced and leaned. Panic was gripping the residence far too tightly.
Huntsville was a metropolis that had seen many changes and many fights. But still the city pushed on. The control it's politicians exerted over the populace was loosening. The outlying districts were beginning to break free. Buisness still goes on with a regular pace no matter what the circumstances though. Near the heart of the city stood a building taller than the rest. It overlooked the entire landscape and dominated the skyline. It was the 'Zeus Pillar' aptly named for it's size. It was a king in a world of man made marvels. Deep in it's corridors people were clocking out after a long day of work. Three people who had never met before made their way to the doors of the elevator. The doors shut and the cart began to descend. The silence was a little too much for one man so he turned to the other passengers and began to speak. Suddenly the cart stopped with a shutter. The lights began to flicker then finally died. Down below, the streets were lined with traffic of various vehicles heading out from the city. A violent shaking occurred causing the streets to buckle. Fire hydrants blew out from their holdings sending jets of water into the air. Screaming rang out from all around as a terryfing view could be seen. The buildings were swaying like grass in the wind. Large chunks of building material plummeted from the tops of the structures. Parked cars were crushed sending the citizens into a frenzied panic. Even the 'Zues Pillar' was affected by this event. It stood proud but swaggering for the time being.
The Olympic Games mark a time when nations unite for peaceful competition. Athletes from all corners of the globe gather to display their pride, hard work, and honour. These games were held in much higher regard than normal. For representatives from far beyond the solar system were attending. It was decided that the ceremonies continue despite war raging throughout the universe. They said it was to symbolize that hope could never be stopped and would shine beyond darkness. Deciding in the best interests of all who attended the ceremonies would be cut short though. Battles had broken out on Earth so digniteries in the open were potential targets. However the attack that would come was not one that could be predicted. The stadium was vulnerable to a disturbance of planetary proportions. An earthquake knew friend nor foe. So the beams and gridwork that held the stadium found out, the hard way. Spectators ran crying from their seats hopeing to save themselves from what seemed like impending doom. The great torch atop the ceremonial tower broke free and tumbled down the stairs. It was shattered half way down letting firey debris rain down.
Closer to the epicenter the scene was of nothing but devestation. The air was thick and hazy with grey smoke. Fires burned fiercely everywhere they could. The great cities were in ruin. Buildings had been toppled, homes had been destroyed. It was uncertain if there were survivors to be saved, so the rescue workers tried frantically to do their best. Vehicles swarmed the areas of destruction while personell raced over unsteady mounds. The earth was still shaking threatening to swallow those that did not flee. State police, firefighters, and other emergency volunteers would not be deturred. They were brave, and the knew that catastrophe could strike again.
On the battlefield both forces from the light and the dark were tossed around. Many clammbered for the safety of airborne vessels to no avail. The quake was so violent that even the air was being disturbed. Clouds swirled in the sky summoning impending doom. Finally weaker ships gave up and fell back to the planet below. This however did not stop the fighting. The battle raged on.
At the crater were Gage had been the world was crushed even further down. It dwarfed the original opening easily three times it's size. A loud screaching sound swept around the rocks wrapping around Malovac. Before he could be consumed by the maelstrom he lept into the air. He hovered high above the manifestation below. Gage was still kneeling, yelling to the heavens. Then inexplicably he began to glow. The light grew brighter until the massive hole a few miles deep was illuminated. Malovac believed he was glowing but quickly realized he was on fire. Abrubtly a column of fire shot forth into the sky before lancing out in all directions.
Warriors and soldiers clashed on the battlefield. The world was falling apart around them. Both sides were trying to claim victory on what seemed like a condemned world. The dark beings were an even match for the human fighters and even some of the more alien fighters. The difference in the conflict was the remaining canine warriors. They easily lept from craft to craft, or to some tanks and ripped them apart with razor sharp claws. Others used deadly staffs, and still others used great powers to pick the light apart.
Fuego, a human male of dark complexion walked across the deck of one of the transports. He looked at a taller figure standing next to him. The figure was an alien species called Raukin. They hailed from the planet Huros found in the same system as Poseidon the water planet. The Raukin were very humanoid, bipedal creatures with a bulbous head. There were small horns that lined his head and down his jaw bone. His blue eyes took in the scene outside the transports window. “Fuego we must fall back. We cannot continue this attack.”
“If we do the Earth will fall! We can't let that happen.” Fuego fumed at the thought of losing. It was more than losing, it would be losing home, lives, losing too much. He was also upset at the thought that these aliens who had urged an uprising, to enter the war for the sake of finding some religious artifact. He hoped it was well worth it now.
“The Earth is insignificant in the big picture my human friend. You should learn to bury your emotions.” the Raukin continued. Fuego would have none of this. Before he could shoot back the Raukin continued. “I know what your thinking. We will have to lurk in the shadows, just like they do and strike when the coin is found.”
“We had found the coin Lumos. The clone Trackman held it. That means either these canine's or the dark creatures must have it!” Fuego had a point on this too. It had only been a year since the Greater Conflict had reached the Earth. It was then that Gage had fought against himself. A clone really, cultivated by canine treachery, much was there ways. This clone was to secure the coin and power of the Light Realm. Independent thinking was not a factor in the equation. He quickly overtook and controlled his makers. The clone was no match for the original though. A safeguard that popped up kept a clone from surpassing the original. A matter of DNA replication it seemed. Gage gained the upperhand as the clone's sanity lost it's coherence. The clone thought he was more powerful than Gage but learned that it was not the case. His mental state broke apart as Gage pushed the fight. Something he was really good at. The clone was defeated but in the confusion the Lord of Darkness, Chaos escaped. Along with him was the Canine ruler Malovac. The coin that the clone Trackman had obtained went missing. No one actually knew were it was. So the battles on Earth continued, both sides light and dark desperately trying to find it in hopes of winning the war.
“Yes, I know Fuego. There isn't anything we can do now. If only Gage hadn't run off like he did.” Lumos was dissappointed in the human spirit. It was brave he thought, brave and wreckless. To think an entire universe had to rely on something like that.
“Gage is doing what he has to do! Maybe you and your alien friends should learn to use SOME emotion in this conflict.!” Fuego was furious now. They were constantly insulted by these offworlders. Well, it was time to show them something. If only the time would come, and now.
The leaders were almost ready to call a retreat as their armies were being spread too thin. Just then the dogs of war stopped their onslaught and regrouped further back behind the dark beings. The Light forces didn't know what to do. They all stopped in bewilderment. Simultaneously the canines looked to the sky, then began to howl an ear piercing cry. No one knew how to act in the confusion so they just watched. The canines clutched at themselves as smoke began to rise from their fur. One by one each creature burst into flames. Consumed by an unseen fire as more and more cries rised into the air. The Darkness had no clue how to act as their traitorous conterparts turned to dust before their wicked eyes. The cruel had just been wiped from the equation as their ashes were blown into the cosmos to be scattered over the infinite nothingness. Miracles sometimes happened. The respective leader of the Light Forces new how to react to them. He and Fuego were about to reach a new understanding. Unfortunately for the Darkness, this meant to attack. The Light Forces converged on the remaining elements of the Darkness. Every last one of them.


Hopefully it gets better after this. I'm tired of describing shit. It's time to FIGHT!!!

[Cal Wright]

Malovac watched as the column was pulled back in. With it dark storm clouds swirled above unleashing lightning and thunder. A new tide of horror came with it. Almost as if the sky was crying, rain drops fell on the land. It continued to rain, harder and harder until it was unrelenting. Water filled the hole making a small lake. Malovac noted that the opening was quite a bit larger. A few miles deep and a few miles wide, pretty impressive for such a pathetic person. The rain stopped once the crater was completely filled. The monster watched as the clouds parted again to let the sun shine. He flexed his bulky frame to shake the water from his thick hair. Without moving he kept his mailicious gaze on the newly formed body of water. A small ripple spread across the surface disturbing the water. It continued as a dark silhoutte began to emerge. Rising out from the lake was the slummped form of Gage. He hovered over the edge before setting himself down.
Then the horror finally set in as Malovac felt what had just happened. No longer could he sense the other canines. Thoughts assaulted him all at once with what could have happened. He didn't need much of an explanation however. It was rather apparent what had happened to them. Hundreds of his minions, servents, and warriors were gone. Appallingly he stared down at Gage holding back from attcking him. Another thought came to his cruel mind of what was said to him. Chaos had been right all along. Their kind could not leave well enough alone. They had been careless, they had been arrogant and now they paid a heavy price. It was time for Gage to pay that price for such an atrocity.
“HOW COULD YOU!!!” Malovac exclaimed never fathoming that Gage could be capable of geonicide. How dare he take such actions against a powerful race. The canines had kept and been kept in check by the Darkness for what seemed like eons. Now in a matter of minutes this meager person had wiped the slate clean. Why is he standing their motionless? Malovac thought. Well he was the powerful of the two and things were going to go the way he wanted. “You will pay for that act. You and your kind!” Malovac let his evil powers overtake him. Electric currents began to play about him arcing over his arms, legs and torso. His eyes started glow a blood red fueled by hate and venom.
Breaking the silence the gritty voice called out to him again. “We are alike now. Murderous monsters we have become.” With blinding spead Gage assumed an attack stance. He swung his right arm out to his side. Energy began to race down the limb to terminate in a bright light at his hand. Then it elongated into a magnificant sword swathed in blue flames.
This startled the fuming beast. For one he should never have gained possesion of the great coin. In fact no one, even Chaos knew that he had it. What a surprise awaited the evil overlord when this was over. Second of all Gage should never have gained possesion of that sword. It was thought lost many millions of years ago. It was designed by the mystics when the coin was. It's sole purpose much like Gage was to destroy the coin if it were to ever fall into the wrong hands. Malovac knew that Gage was designed to eliminate the canines and the Darkness if the chance arose. Things were beginning to look a little bleak for the wolf. It didn't matter now, history was about to take a drastic change in course.
The prophecies had claimed that a great warrior of the light garnished in shinning armor would wield the blade. Gage had worn a tarnished armor against his elites but then again he was hardly a great warrior of the light. Still there he stood with the weapon in hand in his tattered attire that he always wore. Not only was he foolish he was nostalgic as well. Nevetheless Malovac decided that the coin and the sword would both be his by days end. Then he could rule the light realm and the dark realm uncontested. He allowed a smile to spread across his muzzle.
Just then a snap came from Gage as a green energy ignited in his left eye. The emerald light signified his readiness to do battle. Slowly his head lifted. “I...smell...FEAR!” With that Gage sprung into the air at an alarming rate. Malovac pushed his hesitation away to meet his enemy head on. The first strike made a metallic clang that resonated across the land. Each of the combatants pushed themselves into each strike forcing themselves back. Malovac lashed out with each blow only to have them deflected. Again and again the swords locked bringing the two close up before heading away.
Gritted teeth were accompanied by savage growls or the occasional neanderthal like grunts. The battle raged on, when during the second hour Gage pressed the attack even more. Renewed vigor coursed through his veins supercharging already inhumane adrenaline. He took another swing this time knocking Malovac's blade to the side. This left the huge beast open to any attack. Not letting his foe recover from the maneuver, Gage assaulted him with catastrophic blows. His fist hammering away at Malovac's skull. The punishment was brutal. Blow after blow were taking it's toll on both of them. Gage's fist was swollen but he would not stop. Teeth flew out from the canine's jaw. Then the sword melted away back into his hand. He clasped his hands together and smashed Malovac with an abusive hit.
The limp form rocketed back to the earth below. Impacting with tremendous force, large rocks the size of small planes shot upward. The dust was obscuring Gage's vision so he floated to the ground. Malovac clawed his way out of the impression. Roaring out in anger Malovac pulled his sword back and lunged at his opponent. Gage was much quicker allowing the blue flames to erupt in his hand and form the slender sword again. Impossibly the weapons locked again. Gage was inches away from the ugly snarl that Malovac was sending his way.
Both of them had a feral expression that was highly uncharacteristic. They knew that someone was not going to walk away from this. Gage decided he was going to get Malovac off balance. He spat one more line at the fiend before him. “What is rage?” he croaked, “It is hatred when you can no longer control it!” Unimaginable rage surged through them causing the fight to become explosive. Gage's other eye ignited in the eerie snap, then they began to tangle. Debris flew out from every step. The two were at a total loss of self awareness, merely taking steps in a routine to hack down the other. Another hour had passed leaving them haggered and worn. Neither showed signs of slowing, still fighting as if the battle had just begun.
When their swords locked again Gage took the initiative. He reared back with his head, then launched it forward. Their craniums collided with such a rattling crack that Gage staggered backwards. Malovac was tossed backwards about a hundred yards. Gage jumped across the distance then let his sword bat away Malovac's weapon. It clattered far out of reach. Gage kicked Malovac in the midsection doubling him over. He fell to the ground hard. As he tried to stand back up a heavy foot landed with such force that the wind was knocked out from him. Above him was a very disturbing visage. Against the sun was Gage's form. A mirror image to the dreaded Lord Chaos. Instead of glowing yellow eyes though, his were a sparkling emerald. Malovac let his gaze move down Gage's outstretched hand spying the twirling sword. Struggling he tried to get up but to no avail. He was pinned.
Then this dark man grasped the hilt with both hands and lifted the sword over his head. Malovac could see his mouth moving, forming words. He strained to hear what was being said. Then his eyes widened in terror, the red draining from them.
“Onward my valiant steed. Into the heart of the beast I drive thee.” hissed Gage.
The sword dropped.

[Cal Wright]

It's sharp tip impacted on the coin splitting the ancient metals. Mystic energies began to race out from the point. Malovac tried to stop it, kicking and flailing about. Nothing was going to stop this from happening though. The energies continued to jutt forth from the coin. There was too much force however for the sword to sustain the hit. Two thirds down it's length it grew darker. A large crack appeared then spread across it's face. Finally it shattered sending shrapnel everywhere, even cutting into both Gage and Malovac. The damage to the coin was already done though. Malovac threw Gage off of him then stood up. He grasped the coin in his paw, it burned like a fire on a star. Luckily he ripped it from his neck before anything else could happen. Tilting back Malovac launched the artifact into the air. It looked like a star winking in the sky. Then it grew brighter and brighter. It was a shinning light were it exploded with tremendous force. Heat and wind rushed over the landscape battering the broken wolf. The sky turned a blood red and could be viewed by half the globe. Malovac was singed all over from the proximity of the blast. A thick haze covered the area as the thunder rolled over the area.
Out from the smoke came Gage straight for Malovac's throat. He was a full blown savage now. Punches, kicks, elbows anything to bring about on the monster before him. Gage had always preferred this form of combat anyways. Sadistic inclings consumed him as rage was ebbing it's way into his very being. The beast only managed a few return hits during the furious pounding. Then as Malovac was dazed, Gage reached out and clenched a hand full of his mane. Then he pulled him to a breaths width away to mutter his thoughts. “Burn you mangy mutt!”
Malovac was thrown into the air unconcious. Gage looked up to watch his missile rise over him. Concentrating, he let the energy in his eyes trickle down his shoulders. Like a flood gate bursting open the emerald river gushed to his hands. There it manifested into bulbous spheres. Crackling, sparking the energy coelesced until it burned with every raw emotion Gage could muster. Malovac was beginning to come to, his traveling slowed. Just in time for the receiving blast. Small particles began to rise from the ground. It swirled around as Gage glared menacingly at the form in the sky. He yelled as loud as he could to be heard over the commotion he was creating.
Across the planet buildings shook, weaker structures fell apart. Bridges collapsed into the waters, oceans swallowed up coastlines. Volcanoes erupted while tectonic plates parted and broke free. Even flying vehicles like those on the battlefield were effected. Some that were close enough were feeling an electronic failure caused by the discharge. In orbit stations vibrated, shuttles were pushed off course. Even the bases set up on the lunar surface felt the immense amount of power. Rage was giving way to devestation.
Close to the crater stood a small speck amongst a glowing ball of energy. It was the center of all of this attention. Seemingly the cosmos were parting way for what was happening. Gage stood tall as the energy built up at his hands. He lifted his arms and stretched them out. No longer could he hold back the surge. The release was amazing. In a blinding flash Malovac was struck by the attack. The onslaught that was unleashed did not stop there. It travelled further out into the vacuum of space. Many billions of years would pass before it would burn out. Malovac had been incinerated, and the last of the canines, the last of the traitors was gone.
Gage hovered were he once stood. The land had been blown completely away, again. This third and final time was horrific. The opening stretched for fifty miles in every direction. It also descened for sixty miles below. With the absence of rage, and the other dark emotions exhaustion settled over Gage. He could no longer sustain himself, he was drained from the battle he had just fought and won. His body dropped into the crater he had remade over and over. He plummeted to where the forces of Earth's gravity would make it difficult to retrieve him unless he woke up. Gage landed on the side and rolled down to the bottom. There he layed for days to come.