BAM - part 16

Kelk swung his mace around his camp. Smashing bushes and rocks out of his way as he ran. Muttering to himself different mantras and spells. Spinning on the grass, he swung his hammer around him as he turned. As he brought it in one swift motion in front of him, he directed his spell at the metal. For a moment, it shivered, then bursts of light shot from its core. Smiling to himself, he turned and swung it in the direction of the river. A burst of light shot from the head, mimicking his arched curve he made with the weapon. The curve struck the water, creating a small wave, and died out.
Breathing heavily, Kelk walked toward the water. His mace abandoned a few feet away. The grass on the other side of the river was soaking with the water. Despite the large amount of Mana it took to create such a spell, Kelk was amazed that he was as tired as he was. He knelt down by the river to rest for a moment. Bending down to get a drink of water from the stream, he hesitated. Looking at the once clear water’s surface, he wrinkled his nose.
“Is…that…wine?” Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he turned around.
“Banna!” The girl was right behind him. She smiled.
”Hello, Kelk…” She paused for a moment, “Is…that…” Banna looked at the water, and her mouth opened slightly.
“Kelk…let’s go sit. Ah, over here.” She laughed neverously, then grabbed Kelk by the sleeve and pulled him away from the dark water.
“Oh-kay…” Kelk muttered, a little confused as he let him self be pulled.

-

“What happened? I just remember…” Kisa crept toward the source of the noise. She crawled slowly through the dense bushes. Her breath was heavy, her mussels ached from creeping so slowly. Raising her foot again, she set it down on the forest floor, avoiding twigs and rocks.
“Banna, I’m sorry. It was a last resort, I never wanted to hurt you.” Kisa froze in place. She would recognize that voice in a sand storm. Increasing her speed, she quickly turned around a bush, and saw a glowing light. Created by holy magic means, it was obvious.
“Hurt me? But- I don’t understand.” Kisa found she didn’t either. In her sudden lunge toward the clearing, she brushed against a bush. Everyone of her mussels clenched, and she squeezed her eyes shut, sending a silent prayer that she hadn’t been heard.
“Did you hear that?”
“Kelk, it was just a deer, now tell me what’s going on!” Slowly, Kisa relaxed. Lowering herself to a crouching position, she peered through a break in two bush branches. She saw Kelk sitting on a fallen tree, and the young warlock she had followed sitting next to him. Every nerve on Kisa’s body shot. He was alive! The girl was so happy, her arms twitched, and she felt the instant need to collapse. Her brain did not have time to think of the strangeness of this situation.
“Banna, we both use Mana force to fuel our Magic.” Kelk shook his head, as if clearing his thoughts. “But…there are…different ways to use this Mana, like…” He paused, looking at Banna. The girl, looked clueless.
“Like…?” She prompted.
“Like…Druids!” The girl wrinkled her nose.
“Druids?” She asked, her voice filled with discust. Kelk, however sat up, a light in his eyes.
“Yeah, Druids! They use their Mana on the nature, earth, or the moon and stars.” He looked back at the ground. Banna, turned away, a small grin on her face.
“Oh, yes!” She laughed. “Fear the trees! I bet next your going to tell me about the ‘awesome’ power of the PRIESTS!” Here, she let out a full laugh, and leaned onto Kelk. Kisa furrowed her brow. What was going on?
“Eh…yeah.” Kelk let out a neverous laugh, and looked at the ground. “But, Banna, my type of magic…and your type of magic is…very, very different.” This caught the girl’s attention. Her eyes grew wide, and she looked right at the boy. Kelk, however, looked up, and straight ahead. Banna, gripped his sleeve, and began shaking it.
“What do you mean? Kelk, awanser me! What do you--!”
“Damn it, Banna!” Kelk stood up. He looked around the entire camp, his eyes scanning the forest beyond it as well.
‘He senses me.’ Kisa noted, surprised by his ability. He turned his gaze in a circle, all around the camp. Almost two inches from where Kisa crouched, Banna, who hiccupped, cut off the boy’s search.
“Banna…” Kelk turned back to the young warlock, his voice turning sympathetic. Banna, however looked away from him. Only Kisa saw a small tear run down her cheek. The paladin’s intrest deepened, as she still could not understand the situation, but slowly, things seemed to fall into place, yet she couldn’t see what was happening.
“Kelk,” Banna’s back faced the boy, but she directed her voice at him. “What….what do you think of Warlocks?” Her voice was strained, as she fought down the urge to cry. Kelk froze in his position. He looked at the girl, sitting there, with tears running down her face. She, sitting upright, rigged, waiting for a response. Suddenly, he walked forward, and picked the girl up. Turning her around, he held to her by her middle. She looked up into his eyes, and he smiled. Kisa had never seen him look that happy.
“Banna…” He whispered, bringing her closer. Kisa’s, eyes widened, as something in her mind fell to  place.
‘Oh, Light.’ Her mouth fell open. Banna closed her eyes, and let her self be brought towards him.
‘He loves her!’ The Paladin could only watch as her fiancé and the girl he was meant to kill, kiss right in front of her. And in that very moment, her soul turned numb.

-

Graz’gorg, for the first time since (← BAM!) his original summoning, felt weak. His stomach felt like it was about to give way, even though he didn’t have any food, or stomach for that matter. The overall effect drained him of all his power. Something, the Void Walker noticed, was confusing.
The demon had always been able to overcome insane attacks with a single breath of air. He could quite literally bash through hexes and spells, endure any swing of a blade of sting of a bullet. This strange pain, however, topped all of those feelings. The blue creature slumped behind his master. No matter how many times he was assured he had done well by her, he couldn’t help but feel bad. Graz’gorg’s shackles hit the grass as his arms slid down his body, the weight of the metal too much for him. What was this horrid feeling in his middle?
Banna came crashing through the trees, and into the clearing. Graz’gorg looked up for a moment, the feeling rising slightly. Of course, this did not last. Void Walkers, being killers by nature pick out red tinges the most, to be aware if a creature was bleeding. Graz’gorg found unsettling lines of red starting from her eyes and ending at her chin. Bright enough to be- no. Banna had been crying.
“Trin,” She breathed heavily, gasping for air. She rested her hands on her knees and bent over. Graz’gorg’s master looked down at her, her usual grim face amplified by a small roll of the eyes.
“Trin, I need to tell you something!” She finally gasped. She looked over at Graz’gorg with her large, frightful eyes. Then, her gaze returned to her sister. Both the void walker and the girl received a shock when she found that Trinity was smiling. Walking forward, she held out her hand to her sister.
“Don’t worry,” She whispered. Graz’gorg was suddenly caught in a wave of undirected emotion. A side effect of the contact, the demon felt similar emotions to that of their master. Graz’gorg’s stomach pain became worse, and worse. He groaned and sunk to the ground, now nothing more than a pool of black and blue mist, accompanied by two large bracelets.
“I know…” Out of nowhere, the Warlock pulled her Blood Razor. Banna’s eyes, despite rational logic, widened even more in fear.
“Everything!” She swung her blade, hilt side facing the young girl, and hit Banna in the side of the head with its pommel.
‘T-trin…” Banna muttered as she fell to the ground. It was all Graz’gorg recalled before he blacked out.

-

Kelk felt as if sticking his head in his fire would clear something up. This something, obviously, was his two voices. For the first time in months, he had listened to the right one. Right now, though, Kelk wasn’t sure if he had chosen ‘Right’ at all.
“Why…?” He asked himself, poking hard at the flames as they resisted the moist logs above them.
‘Telling her was for the best.’
‘She. Hates. You! How is that for the best?!’
‘Now you know what she truly thinks.’
‘Jumping that on her was unfair.’
‘If she isn’t able to cope with the fact that you’re a priest, she never will.’
Kelk stabbed the dying embers angrily. This was not how he wanted it to end. He had sacrificed his entire life for her, what was he going to do now?

The answer came much easier than he had expected.

“Hello, dearest.” An all too familiar voice came from the entrance of his tent. “If you’re not too busy, I’d like to…ask you a few things.”