Chapter 7: Ghost of the Past Anomen knelt besides Enielle and gently placed his arms beneath her back and pulled her close to him; his face wore the sorrowful look of one who had lost a loved one and his dark eyes lined with tears. He gazed at the limp body of the woman he once loved; her face was pale, drained off colors. Something stirred in his cold heart; something that pricked his heart; His fingers trembling, he knew that something inside him would perish alongside with Enielle. He suspected that the powers he had stolen from her bound his life to hers. He held the elf close to him, leaning in to listen for her heart beat.
"Enielle, awake please..." In his mind, he remembered his most striking memory of Enielle, laughing in her musical voice and of the subtle changes in her eyes that betrayed her divinity as her passion rose. The knight seized on that image in his mind and breathed her name again. "Enielle..."
Taking the opportunity where the knight had his full concentration on the fallen elf, the lich swayed towards the squatting knight quietly, his eyes sockets lit up in a malevolent red tint. It was the perfect opportunity to slay the knight that had been controlling him. He pulled out a wand from his ceremonial belt and aimed at the grieving man. A single bolt of blue lightning shot out with such force that the wand snapped into half. The powerful bolt went straight for Anomen and sizzled upon contact.
The lich stamped his foot in anger. "What? Howww can it be?" he hissed in rage. The magic in the wand had failed to work on the dark knight.
Lord Anomen placed Enielle on the ground gently and drew his great sword from the sheath. It was time to deal with the traitorous lich. He turned his gaze towards the enraged lich and murmured a speed spell under his breath. He felt Lovitar blessed him and moved to attack his enemy. He would reached within striking distance in two bold steps and grant a terrible death to anyone that would hurt his beloved.
The lich gasped as the sword swung and dismembered a skeleton limp faster than he had anticipated. He had simply lifted his arm to begin chanting a spell and it had fallen literally before he realized. His arm was undead; the blow did not hurt him at all. He could still see his fallen arm wriggling on the ground, attempting to re-attach itself to the body. As he saw the dark knight approached menacingly, the lich staggered back a few steps to gain some distance between them. Even without the use of two arms, he could still reach several hidden wands from his robe. A skeleton finger touched the cold steel of a wand of Feeblemind; the lich would smile if he still had flesh on his face. Just one word to activate the enchantment. He pulled out the wand and directed it towards the advancing knight.
One swing, one word. "Know that your undead magic is useless against me!" the dark knight shouted as he struck his blade down the lich's skull splitting it into two pieces. The magic of the sword worked to ignite the pieces into fire; there was a bright blaze and all that remained after the blaze dimmed, were ashes and a foul burning smell. Anomen shrugged at the smoldering ashes and turned towards the unconscious elf. He had never been afraid of the lich, ever since his Goddess granted him protection against the undead. He silently murmured a prayer of thanks to his goddess and returned his blade to the sheath.
His eyes softened as he turned and looked upon the fallen elf and gently lifted her into his arms. It was time to leave the tower.
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Enielle stirred in her slumber, her eyelids fluttered into consciousness. She felt her body groaned in pain and her joints were stiffed and ached. She opened her eyes and her vision slowly focused on a man in front of her. Enielle groaned; her head felt heavy and sore.
"Easy, my lady, easy. You are safe now, no one will hurt you whilst you're under my protection," a male voice comforted her.
Enielle felt a pair of warm hands grasp hers and she found her fears eased away by the comforting gesture. Anomen placed one hand on the elf's temples and a golden light shone on Enielle briefly, soothing her headache away.
"Anomen? Is that you?" the elf asked in a weak voice.
"Yes, my love..." the knight planted a light kiss on her hand.
"Where am I?" she tightened the grip on the knight's hands nervously as memories of her last battle slowly returned to her.
"You are safe, my love..." he answered as though he could read her thoughts. "I've avenged you, Enielle."
"What happened? I thought I was dead." Enielle forced herself to sit up.
"The lich will trouble you no more. I've returned what he had stolen from you," the knight held up a pillow and placed it gently behind the wounded elf, his arm brushing lightly against her face. Anomen brushed away the stray golden strands from her pale face.
she's so beautiful. "Thank you..." her eyes staring into his intense eyes. She felt her skin tingle at their brief contact. "The lich said you stole my magic. Is that true?" she asked the question that had been in her mind.
The dark knight frowned and he moved away from the elf. The question came as a surprise to him. He should have known the lich would attempt to spoil his plans somehow. He should have dealt the undead a slow destruction for meddling.
"Anomen?" Enielle called softly. There was something on the knight's face that frightened her; he had the look of murder on his face.
The dark knight sighed. Enielle's close shave with death had pricked his conscience. It had made him feel the pain again, this time more intense that it was when she rejected him then. He could barely breathe when she was hurt, it was in sheer rage that he had strike down the lich; he would let the undead lived longer whilst he was still useful. It was not like him to be so impulsive; Anomen sighed again. He realized that Enielle was all it mattered to him, whether she rejected him or loved him, it was her that mattered most. He knew that deep in his heart; when he first set his eyes upon her, and heard her musical voice for the first time, he knew that he would fell for her and lived for her. Despite the years, that feeling had not changed one bit. He shuddered when he thought what would become of him should the elf perish. There would not be any future for him at all.
"Anomen?" the female called again. She kept her voice soft and gentle; the dark knight had shown to be unpredictable and had a quick temper.
"Did you ever love me, Enielle?" came the unexpected question.
"Yes, Anomen. I'd loved you and I love you still."
The knight felt his anger surged, he did not believe that the elf had truly loved him at all. "You lied! If you had even love me a tiny bit, why did you betray me Enielle? Why? Perhaps I should thank you instead... I became what I am today, because you betrayed me! Did you know that?" his voice was raising at every word. Anomen took a deep breath. He really need to control his temper.
Enielle's expression was of shock. Her eyes widened at the man's accusation and her eyes flashed with anger. "I loved you, Anomen. You know that! How could you think otherwise? It was just two months since we last met and you said you were going to report to the Order. How did you become so evil?"
"I don't know what nonsense you are blubbering, elf. The Order cast me aside just like you did. Did you foolishly think I would render my services to such an unworthy organization? Did I know that you love me? I was a fool to believe you! The moment my head was turned, you found company in another man's arms. Is this how you love me? With the power I have today, I can have any woman I want. Yet, I did not even want to touch another woman. NO! All women are treacherous, just like you Enielle! If you were like this, why would any other be different?" Anomen laughed sardonically and his eyes narrowed dangerously in hatred.
"I did not seek another man's comfort, Anomen. How could you even accuse me of that?" the elf wailed.
The dark knight did not trust the female words and he would invoke his goddess powers to seek the truth. He murmured the words for the spell and read into the elf's mind. All he could sense was distress and hurt that came from the pain in her heart. There was no deceit or falseness in her words. Without her magic, Enielle could not shield herself from his mind probing spells. The truth stung him. As he mentally pry away the layers of pain in the elf's mind, he could see the memory of her last meeting with the man who looked like him.
It?s alright, my love. I will meet you in Amn in three months. We'll see each other then"You... you were not lying!" he gasped. "Whom were you supposed to meet in Amn... speak Enielle!"
"Anomen.. I was supposed to meet you.. you.." the female sobbed at the pain in her heart and her head.
The dark knight dashed out of the room after hearing the words. He had a score to settle with one arch magi.
(To be continued...)
Edited by Celestine, 08 June 2004 - 05:40 PM.