Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Side of the Moon ❯ A Light Fading into Darkness ( Chapter 5 )

Shelomith lunged forward at Shiro, his sword pulled out. Shiro dodged, but Shelomith quickly changed directions and sliced open a large wound on the wolf's back, staining the beautiful white fur to a deep crimson. He yelped in pain, but attacked his foe with all the power that he could muster. But despite his efforts, it was not enough. The injury on his back prevented Shiro from leaping up to attack Shelomith's face and neck as he had during their battle so many years ago. Shiro only reached his opponent's arm, but bit it and held on until Shelomith shook him off.

 

Shelomith laughed at Shiro's pathetic attempt to inflict pain upon him. “Silly dog. I am the strongest swordsman in the world! You will not defeat me again!” He attacked again.

 

“You may be stronger, but I have learned a few new tricks in these last five thousand years. Like this one!” Shiro opened the small bottle that hung from a string on his neck. When he drank it, he took on a human form. Shiro now wore white clothes, and at his side, a sword. Black hair hid his eyes from view, but underneath it, they burned red with fury. He drew his sword and assumed an attacking position. “Are you ready?”

 

“Whenever you are, I shall be. Whatever technique you use, I shall counter. You have no chance against me. Since my death, I have refined the skills of my sword.” Shelomith answered, and Shiro attacked. Fayt turned away. She couldn't bear to watch Shiro die like the wolves that lay around her, killed by Shelomith's followers. Shiro knocked Shelomith's sword out of his hands and it landed at Fayt's feet. She picked it up and ran toward Shelomith, blind with rage. She swung the sword wildly, and with some source of luck, she sliced his neck open. Shelomith flung her away, howling in pain. She landed about ten feet away and jumped up on her feet.

 

He was walking away from Shiro and toward her. He pulled out his other sword and prepared to kill her. He set his sword under her chin, and forced her to face him. “Do not interrupt a fight that you do not wish to die in, little girl,” he said coldly. All of a sudden, Shiro's sword pierced through Shelomith's skin. Shiro let go of his sword. Slowly, Shelomith turned around. The sword had pierced all the way through his body, but Shelomith showed no sign of even the slightest discomfort.

 

“I have finished you, once again, Shelomith.” Shiro growled, walking away from the battlefield.

 

“Did you not listen to a word that I said all those years ago?” Shelomith smiled an evil smile. “I ensured my victory on this day, with a spell of immortality. You cannot kill me. Therefore, you cannot win. You were dead before this battle had even begun. Look around you. Seem familiar? It is just like last time. All of your comrades have been destroyed. My zombies set fire to this forest once again.” The forest was indeed burning brightly, and looked just like it had in the memory that Shiro had shown to her. There were bodies all around her, again both human and wolf. Shelomith had foretold of the demise of Shiro's pack, and it was now becoming reality.

 

“You are wrong. I still have one left. That is more than you have.” Even in a desperate situation, Shiro had hope. Hatred burned in Shiro's eyes. But at the same time, he looked full of doubt. He knew Shelomith was right, but he absolutely refused to die without a fight.

 

The substance that he had drunk earlier was starting to wear off. He resumed the shape of a wolf. Shiro's fur was dark. Not from dirt or blood, but as its natural color. “Shiro! Your fur! Why is it black?” Fayt shouted.

 

“Black is his true color,” Shelomith answered. “Shiro is an evil wolf. He and his close followers still commit the same crimes he did over five thousand years ago. They murder senselessly—for fun. I lived in a village that they attacked when I was a young boy. They killed everyone except me and a few people that had believed me when I said that the village was going to be attacked by wolves. We had hidden at the top of a tall tree. I went back after they left. All the villagers and all of my friends……dead. They were all dead. The bodies were everywhere. Not a bite taken out of any of them. Until I walked through what would have been the door to my own dwelling. The house had been burned and all that remained were a few walls. My parents were bitten into chunks that were scattered all through the house. All the skin was torn off of my two younger siblings, and their eyes gouged out and placed near the bodies. The eyes stared up at me from the ground, a horrible stare of death. My older sister was burned to a crisp from being exposed to the fire too long, and my older brother wasn't even recognizable as a human. Blood was splattered all over the walls of every room. They had obviously tried to fight back. A gun was still clutched in the severed hand of my father. These wolves killed my family, and I vowed to avenge their deaths.”

 

“Not a word of that is true, Fayt! Don't believe him! He tells naught but lies!” Shiro yelled.

 

Shelomith continued as if he hadn't heard him. “I set off to find the pack that had ruined my life. Even though I was only eight years old at the time, I knew many strong spells that could help me defeat them. I found the wolves here, in this very clearing, and fought them with all my strength. I brought all of the surviving members of my village with me. They had agreed to help me avenge the deaths of our families and friends. We fought until the death. Fought until we couldn't even hold our swords. And I must admit that the wolves almost proved to be too much for us. They were worthy adversaries, and still are. But in the end, it was the wolves that proved victorious, for the time being. They may have won the battle, but the war was still to come. And on this day, I, Shelomith the Destroyer, have finally lived up to that title. Have fun in hell, Shiro.”

 

Shelomith raised his other sword, and prepared to strike Shiro. “NO!” Fayt screamed. She turned to Shelomith. “Let me kill the wolf. He has betrayed me, as well as his whole pack. He led them all to their deaths, knowing exactly what he was doing the whole time. He deserves to be killed by the last of his own kind.”

 

Fayt lifted the sword that she had used to pierce Shelomith's neck. “Shiro, you deserve nothing more than this.” She whispered as she plunged the sword deep into the wolf's black heart.