Journey of the Dead King by Landon G. (classic books for 10 year olds txt) 📕

outstretched hand and bound Dart Carthasis and Razor. I ran over to Razor and tried to unbind her. None of my spells worked on the dark binds.
“It’s no use. You’ll never get them free.” Delacroix told me.
He wasted no time for me to get ready, he pulled a large obsidian broadsword from a rack on the wall. The black blade shimmered in the sunlight coming from the large archway which previously housed the front doors. He flew at me and thrust the sword, it missed by mere inches. I jumped to the side and summoned my staff. He flew at me again slashing wildly. I blocked every one and struck back with the trick I had dubbed Firestorm. The purple swirling clouds of flame were covering all the room that was about seven or eight feet above the ground in seconds. Delacroix had flown above these clouds which is what I had hoped for. Now he could not see me, so I could prepare my next move.
I had read that summoned Hellfire Imps were immune to spells of their summoner. So I summoned a flock of them and sent them all through the cloud of flames.
I heard angry shrieks of imps, frustrated grunts of Delacroix, and few blasts of fire, and then silence. I waited a few seconds, before a black bolt of lightning struck the ground in front of me. I knew Delacroix wouldn’t miss twice if I stayed still, so I ran.
Shortly after fireballs were added to the lightning bolts. Delacroix had created a hellfire storm. I had to end this quickly. I raised my hand and started to pull the fire in. It gathered in a large burning orb of energy. Once all of the fire was retracted, I hurled it at Delacroix. Its immense size made in move slowly and he easily dodged it.
I went a short while of dodging fireballs and lightning bolts before realizing that I no longer had the Demonic Step spell activated. I thrust my hands at my feet again and started to sprint around the room.
“You can’t run forever, Darian!” Delacroix shouted, “You’ll have to stop sooner or later!”
I kept running, dodging all of his attacks. The fireballs stopped a few minutes later, and so did Delacroix’s lightning bolts. He took to a new strategy. He started summoning large metallic suits of armor, which were often used as palace guards when needed. They were slow, but I knew one good hit from them would kill me.
I was weaving in and out of them as Delacroix summoned them. I was about to get close enough to him to attack, but he summoned one right in front of me. I dodged its slow attack and vaulted over it. I covered my fist in energy once again as I flew at Delacroix. Once in range I attacked, and caught him right in the stomach. He fell slightly limp and I took this chance to get in a few more attacks. I hit him with a rising knee to the face, a kick to the groin, and finished by chucking him into a suit of armor.
He got up and looked at me menacingly. His stare was filled with pure malice.
“If I cannot break your body,” he said, “then I’ll break your heart.”
I immediately recognized this phrase, it’s the one Razor heard in her dream. It wasn’t just a dream, it was a vision.
Delacroix dashed over to Razor, sword in hand, raised it above her, and thrust down. Blood spattered over Delacroix’s face and flowed on the floor. I stood there, terror in my eyes, I could not believe this happened. The terror in my eyes soon turned to pure hatred. Delacroix had pissed me off by killing me, but this was just too much.
“Delacroix,” I said, “You just made a big mistake.”
My nail grew into large claws. My ears shrank into my head and furry canine ears sprouted from my hair. A tail grew from my lower back. My eyes turned red as Razor’s spilled blood. My demon had been awoken.
Pure terror quickly filled Delacroix’s eyes. He let his sword fall and clatter on the ground and started to stumble backwards.
I dashed over at inhuman speeds and kicked him in the chest. He flew backwards and smashed into the wall. I quickly dashed over and picked him up by his collar.
“No, please, have mercy.” He begged.
“Mercy stopped for you, a long time ago.” I said in a growling voice.
I threw him into the middle of the room and dashed towards him. I stopped a few feet away from him, stopped my foot, and bared my fangs. Instantly mirror images of my started to appear around him, surrounding him. The images started dashing at him, and dashed past him, clawing him up as they passed. They turned, slid, and went back for another slash when they dashed past him. Meanwhile the real me had stayed back a few yards, watching them claw at him with every passing second.
Finally, I got ready to dash. “It’s time to finish this,” I yelled, “Die Delacroix!”
I dashed, pouring every inch of energy into my claws. When I was a few feet away, I dove at him, clawed straight through his chest, and ripped out his heart. It continued to beat as I held it in my hand, my clones disappeared and Delacroix sat there, paralyzed from the pain, scratches all over himself, and a gaping hole in his chest.
“Say hello to your father for me,” I said before crushing his heart.
His body fell over, he was dead.
I savored the moment before running over to Razor. When Delacroix died the binds had vanished. Dart and Carthasis joined me next to her. I reached inside my bag and took out two potions, a red potion of healing and a purple potion of revival. I poured the red potion on her wound and it closed instantly. I uncorked the purple potion, but Carthasis stopped me.
“We need to sacrifice a soul for that potion to work. Delacroix’s has already left, so we can’t use it.” He told me.
“Well then, I’ll give her my soul,” I said.
“No, she would not have the will to live if you died,” Carthasis told me, “I’ll do it.”
“But,” I started.
“No,” he interrupted, “I’ll go to hell and banish Delacroix’s soul from eternity for you. Besides, I’ve always wanted to meet Death.”
I paused for a moment, thinking about Carthasis’s great sacrifice.
“Okay,” I told him.
He summoned a dagger and directed it at his heart.
“The moment I stab myself,” he instructed me, “give her the potion.”
“Okay,” I said.
A few seconds passed, but it seemed like hours. Carthasis thrust the dagger into his heart, at the same time I started pouring the potion into Razor’s mouth. A blue, mist like orb flew from Carthasis’s mouth, into Razor’s.
Carthasis slumped to the ground, and razor opened her eyes.
“Darian,” she said, “is that you?”
I smiled at her and said, “Yes, it’s me.”
She sprang up and hugged me tightly.
“Did you do it? Did you kill Delacroix?” she asked.
“Yes I did, but...” I replied, shifting my glance at Carthasis’s body.
Razor looked over at him too. “Oh, you had to use a revival potion on me.” She said.
“Yes, I did.” I told her.

Chapter 7
Afterwords

Dart left a few days later to find an alchemist who could revive Carthasis without the need of a sacrifice. Razor and I watched as the ship he was on as it sailed away.
Shortly after Razor and I got married and bought a home in Meridian. We lived a simple life, I made a living by healing the sick and wounded as the town’s apothecary.
When I came back into this world, I was hoping to have revenge on Delacroix, but what I found was better, friends, happiness, and the love of my life. These days Razor and I still reminisce on our journey, remembering the good times and the bad. We still visit Carthasis’s grave in Meridian’s cemetery, and we pray for Dart’s safety out at sea.
Sometimes I still wish I could go back in time and make things different, but I know I can’t, so I suppose this truly is...

The End

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