Daigon: First Dance Water Swordplay (Dance Of The Minds Book 1)

by R. K. Star

  “You cannot take her, she has committed a crime. No one has been sworn to the seat of Honar yet. How do you know she is the Daigon of Watnar?”

  “She hasn’t been sworn in yet but she will be the Daigon of Watnar. You can hold me accountable while you do your investigation. But you have no jurisdiction over a daigon, Chancellor Visio.”

  Peter had brought a might twice the size of his, he wouldn’t be able to stop him. If she really was to become a daigon he wouldn’t be able to detain her anyway. “You can take her but I will complete an inquiry into this. If there is any false information you’ve provided today, I will report to the Daigon of Highnar to have you reprimanded. “

  “Yes, of course,” Peter gave a gentle bow to Chancellor Visio and waved him men to escort Layana out.

  30

  Nexssi outskirts, Bressi

  Each planet has a moon that orbited around itself but every now and then the tilt of the planet along the axis of the sun would swing the moon further out. Very rarely in a few centuries when the planet tilts due to the pull of the sun, its moon would swing out and get pull into the gravitation pull of its adjacent planet for a few days. Even more rare, perhaps once in a millennium or millenniums of years. One planet would have all three moons around its orbit for a very brief time, maybe hours or a few days before a moon is return to its original owner. Bressi was pulling another moon from the orbit of the planet of Yhonar. Bressi was now almost as brightly light up as a fluorescent light bulb. The sun and moons glowed in the blue sky, removing every object’s shadow.

  A murky grey energy stream swirled around in the mist. Qunor and his reaeslave, Omathe with two maids shifted from the nearby city of Onvenssi. Omathe was breathing heavily as he generated the shift to transport the four of them to the outskirts of Nexssi. It was a far distant to shift and Omathe used most of his mental focus, he walked weakly towards a tree to sit and rest.

  In the open field there was a large sphere of black. The black flowed around as if it was liquid and there were creatures inside, swimming around.

  “His representative the Highest Grace, the Governor of Moons, the Executor of Rights, the First Daigon, Emperor Daigon, of the Imperial Walyron Empire, demands an audience.” Qunor’s maid announced.

  “His daigon demands nothing here,” the sphere spoke.

  “You will watch your tongue when you speak to my daigon.”

  “And you should hold on to your soul when you speak to me.” A face stretched out from the sphere towards the maid. The maid step back a few steps to maintain the distance from the sphere.

  “Enough of this! Show yourself.” Qunor demanded.

  The sphere did not answer.

  “Do not think I will stand here and wait if you stay silent,” Qunor added.

  The sphere didn’t make any movements and continued to flow about.

  Qunor’s patience was stretched thin enough. “I don’t have time for this.” He grabbed his staff, a massive weapon over two and a half metres long. The top of the staff had two crescent shaped blades, with the convex curve blades facing in opposite directions. One of the crescent blades was three times as large as the other. It was a plain but elegant weapon with minimalistic metal patterns engraved at the top and the bottom. The bottom tip of the staff was reinforced with an alloy of a lighter colour. He walked forward with his staff and with only one hand he swung the blade at the sphere. A black shadow appeared and blocked the strike with two maces.

  “Do not think we fear you. You will fade in the shadow as well,” the black shadow spoke.

  Qunor didn’t respond this time and brought his crescent blade for another swing with both hands this time. He swung at the sphere but as if it was liquid or gas it just bended and contorted around the crescent.

  “If you will not take form to face me then I will fight you with energy.” Qunor raised his staff and a bright glow emitted from his staff. His two maids raise their hands to shield from the brilliant rays.

  “Hahaha,” a sinister laugh came from the sphere. “That light can do us no harm.”

  Qunor took a step back and pulled the light from the three moons and stretched his shoulder muscles to raise the staff higher. A rich luminous radiance flared from the head of the staff. This time the rays intruded into the sphere pushing aside the black.

  Shrieks came from the sphere. “You cannot defeat us with this light.”

  “I do not need to defeat you with the light.” Qunor could sense the mind of Isvara, he whispers to her, ‘now is the time, fight back.’

  Isvara was still covered by a cloak of black shadow within the sphere and was not visible. She could hear Qunor’s voice and tried to stand up but her leg muscles have atrophied over the years and collapse under the weight of her upper body. She tried to lift her staff up and use it as a cane to support her but her arms which once lifted the staff as if it was a twig was having a hard time. The staff seemed to weigh thousands of time heavier than it once did. She used both of her hands but her twiggy arms could not support the weight of the staff. She pulled her body close to the staff and channel what power was left from her sane mind. A vivid light emitted from her staff and it pushed the shadows aside. The shadows began to wrench away from the inside and outside trying to get away from the light encapsulating it. The rays from the sun sneaked through the penny size holes that were created by the shadows parting away. The natural light found its way to Isvara skin and rejuvenated her. Her arms which were nothing more than bone and skins felt strength again. She lifted her staff and used it to help pulled herself back up. She could feel the heat from the sun’s warmth, she closed her eyes and felt relaxed in that moment.

  “I am the power,” Isvara panted, struggling with her staff. She grabbed her staff and heaved it above her head, using her shoulder muscles to anchor the weight. “The star of light!” The vivid chroma from her staff became a brilliance of light.

  Shrieks and gasps could be heard from the black sphere as they tried to maintain the form of a sphere while trying to avoid the light.

  “Kill them!” Sallon shouted as she sprinted towards Qunor.

  “Protect Omathe.” Qunor wave his two maids towards Omathe who was passed out next to the tree. “Isvara, I’m occupied. You’ll have to break free from the shadow prison yourself.”

  “I need,” Isvara coughed as she strained her trachea to allow the passage of air to vocalize the words, “time.”

  “I’ll give you what time I can but you better hurry if you don’t want to be swallowed by the shadow. I will never get another chance to release you from the prison of torment.” Qunor channeled the moon’s light into a final burst at the sphere before turning to Sallon. This burst of light knocked the shadows further back and left larger patches of voids where the light from above was free to enter.

  Isvara pulled the light from the sun onto her skin. As long as she has the light she could push back the shadow.

  Sallon came to a stop as she approached Qunor. She had brought a small group with her about fifty men along with four of her servants and her reaeslave, Sami.

  “You won’t make it out of here alive with Isvara.”

  “You underestimate me, Sallon. If I were you I’d be more worried about myself.”

  Sallon dropped her blunt tipped morning star, making a loud thud noise as it hit the ground. Sami and her servants drew their blades while the other men took a few steps back. The men were afraid of friendly fire from being struck by the morning star.

  Time wasn’t on Sallon side, she didn’t waste another moment on talking or gauging the situation. She swirled her morning star and then let it loose. The chain screeched as it soared through the air. Qunor swung his staff and knocked the morning star down with ease, Sallon quickly yanked at her chain to retrieve it. Now that she had a taste she was ready to be serious. She wasn’t sure if the shadows could contain Isvara.

  “Follow my lead,” Sallon whispered as she took a few more steps forward before breaking into a sprint. Sami and her
servants followed quickly behind her. She let her morning star fly again. This time Qunor step to the side, quickly dodging the star and twirling his crescent blade on the chain before giving it a good snap. As if he was trying to hook a fish, he pulled his staff up sharply yanking her forward towards him. Sallon held on to the hilt of the sword on her weapon and parried the end of his staff. The force sent her flying backwards but her chain was entangled to the crescent. Qunor pull on the chain again twirling Sallon as if she was a tetherball. He released the chain and sent her flying into the distant.

  Sami confronted Qunor quickly with the servants. The servants provided some minor support but were fearful of getting too close to Qunor. Sami did his best to hold him back but he was no match for Qunor. Every time Sami was about to suffer a fatal blow the servants stepped in to distract Qunor and saved Sami from being lacerated. It wasn’t long before Qunor adjusted his striking style to match their pattern. The next time a servant stepped up to try and take a swing at his blind spot, the servant got split into two from the skull of the head to the anus, a clean cut. The swing was so fast and the blade so sharp the servant didn’t even realize he was dead and still attempted to step back from Qunor’s blade but his body fell into two pieces, a quick and merciful death. The remaining three servants was much more unnerved now.

  The group on men Sallon brought with her saw her fighting with Qunor and were too frightened to engage in combat. They saw a different chance to serve their daigon, by capturing Qunor’s reaeslave. The two maids quickly shook Omathe out of his trance as the group of men approached them. The group of men fighting capabilities were amateurish and were far below theirs. They had the benefit of numbers but that was it. The two maids and Omathe went back to back to back forming a triangle thereby reducing the range they vulnerable. One man from the group gave a hellish scream and charged forward and incited the others causing them to charge as well. It wasn’t hard for Omathe or the maids to strike them down after a couple of swings they would find an opening and cut down their opponent. However, the constant hacking and slashing was wearing them down. One of the maids brought her blade against one of the man’s blade. They held their blade there for a moment but she could feel her arms were as soft as dough. Her arms didn’t carry any more strength and the man overpowered her pushing her back and stabbing her in the stomach. She let out a horrific cry and Omathe and the other maid turn to see a sword pierced through her stomach. Another man pierced another sword through her chest as she screamed again. She felt her body lighten and dropped her sword, her mind felt heavy and she closed her eyes.

  Qunor saw what was happening and rushed towards his maids and reaeslave. His crescent blade cut through the flesh of the men the same as if he was cutting through air. The men cowered away from him as he butchered through them. Sami and the servants came from behind, Sami squared up against Omathe and the two of them fought for a moment. Omathe was heavily fatigued and Sami overpowered him with ease. Qunor interjected in between Omathe and Sami and knocked Sami back.

  While Qunor was occupied with Sami, Sallon’s morning star came from behind and cratered into Qunor’s maid back. The maid cried in pain as the star pierced and lodged into her flesh. Sallon pulled the star back retrieving her prize. She used her sword and pierced through the back of the maid’s skull before pulling the star out of her flesh. Sallon was heavily bruised from being tossed like a tetherball earlier. She had an anger on her face that was full of rage. Killing Qunor’s maid brought her a bit of satisfaction.

  The Shadows were being pushed far away now. The light from the sun and Isvara’s staff were more than they could handle. As Isvara got more of the sun’s rays on her skin she felt more rejuvenated and reborn full of power. The light she emitted from her staff could be considered as bright as a star again.

  “Sami, block the sun, now!” Sallon ordered. “Everyone else help me with Qunor Moon.”

  Sami backed off and felt the wind in the sky. He circled the winds pushing water vapour together. The blowing of the wind caused the water vapour to cool, forming condensation and clouds started to form.

  Sallon let her morning star loose again this time swirling it around more frantic. She swung it so violently it was impossible for her to fully control the arc of the swing and it spun out smashing into one of her soldier’s head, crushing his skull.

  Qunor charged forward towards Sallon. He knew her weapon left her vulnerable in close combat. She used the sword on the end of her weapon to fend off his staff. She cried for her servants and men to assist her. They hesitated for a moment, looking at each other with frightened eyes before obliging to aid their daigon with wobbly legs. They brought their swords up with a tremor in their hands. Qunor made easy work of most of the men that approach him by cutting their hands, feet, arms, and legs off with the swing of this blade. It was hard for them to get close to him since his staff was over two and a half metres in length.

  Sami formed a significant amount of clouds in the sky and began moving them towards the sun, obscuring the rays. Isvara could feel her power waning when the sun faded. She could feel the shadows were significantly weaken, they wouldn’t have the power to trap her again but she may not have the strength to break free either without the sun.

  Qunor was tearing through Sallon’s remaining troops, his strength seemed unlimited, yet she was fatiguing. He knocked Sallon back and pushed her into a slow withdrawal. Her legs almost buckled with every step she took. Her arms limp and weak. She had her mouth open wide inhaling and exhaling quickly.

  “Help me Sami!” Sallon cried, she could hold on no longer.

  Sami had already formed a dense layer of clouds around the sun and it was no longer visible. He ran to assist his daigon before she was struck down. Only Sallon and Sami was left now, all her men and servants she brought with her were lying on the ground dead or wounded severely with limbs missing. She no longer had the strength to fight. All the energy was spent on defending against Qunor’s onslaught. Sami stepped in at a crucial time as she could barely hold the chains of her weapon. Sami deflected Qunor's attacks as Sallon retreated, she was defeated and knew they wouldn’t be able to take him down alone. Perhaps she overestimated her strength.

  Qunor did not give pursuit but quickly headed back to the black sphere. He focused for a wind current and blew the clouds away, letting the sun shine down once again. He stood close to the sphere and emitted a glow from his staff and the light again pushed apart the black.

  Nizo found his way to the disturbance with a might about a thousand strong. He found a heavily fatigued and wounded Sallon with her reaeslave.

  “What happen!” Nizo demanded.

  “Qunor Moon is trying to free Ava Isvara from her prison. Go quickly you may still be able to stop them,” Sami replied.

  When they arrived, the black sphere was no more and the shadows were not visible. Omathe was helping a frail woman that was nothing more than skin and bone. Most of the colours of life had left her but she was clinging on to her spirit and mind. She kept her eyes wide open and the essence of vitality stayed with her. It was Isvara and Nizo hardly recognize the once stunning woman.

  “Omathe get Isvara out of here.” Qunor stepped forward to act as a blockade in front of Nizo.

  “At once my daigon,” Omathe replied. He began to form a dispersion array. A grey light appeared and began enveloping him and Isvara. Omathe had only recovered part of his focus but it was enough to get them away a short distance. Because he was so fatigue it was hard for him to focus and form the shift.

  “Turn around Nizo, you are no match for me.”

  “Do you believe I will fight you alone? No, I will fight you with my might. I have a might over a thousand strong with me. You must be drained from your engagement with Sallon earlier. In fact, I think it will be quite easy for me to take you on now.” Nizo had an obnoxious smirk on his face.

  Qunor did not want to play word games with him, he would let his blade do the talking. Nizo saw him lift up his staff wi
th one hand and it didn’t make sense. Comparing how fatigued Sallon was, he should show some difficulty wielding his weapon now.

  Nizo waved his men into battle, who then looked at each other and at the reaeslave. They rightfully panicked and nobody wanted to charge first and be in the front. Nizo looked at his reaeslave and gave a stern glare.

  “Follow me!” The reaeslave shouted but he was furious at his coward daigon. Too scared to go into battle himself and sending his men to test the opponent first. Nizo was the type of man that was good with his mouth.

  The men gave a wimpy battle cry and began their unconvincing charge forward, which look pathetic. Nizo’s reaeslave slowed his march down step by step to let the other men pass him. He screamed and yelled trying to boost the morale of the men while trailing off to the side. Some men also slowed their pace down to try and get to the back, letting the clueless idiots rush to the front line.

  As the men came within his striking zone, Qunor brought his staff back with both hands and swung it like a baseball bat cleaving the heads off the men in the front. The men swarmed and began to form a concave around him. He cut down the men that attempted to strike but they continued to advance and there was too many forcing him back.

  Nizo leaped in unsuspectingly and pierced through one of his men to get to Qunor. Nizo wielded a katana one and a half metres in length that was made of an extremely rare volcantic ore. This special ore was found from certain erupting volcanoes. It was light like wood but harder than diamond and very malleable like gold. When refined it wasn’t the sharpest metal but the lightness of the metal made it easy to wield. The katana pierced through the left side of Qunor’s stomach and he gouged open his stomach by pulling it sideways.

  Blood splattered out from the wound and Qunor quickly stepped backwards. Everyone was looking cheerful now, especially Nizo. Nizo watched him place his right palm around the wound and closed the wound instantaneously. He knew he was using a rapid repair and regeneration technique. It closed the opening thereby stopping the bleeding but his internal organs would still be damaged and his movement should be limited. Also, to repair a wound of that magnitude instantaneously would drain his mental focus. Nizo was proud of himself, even if Sallon didn’t weaken him much he should be much weaker now.