Fan Fiction ❯ The Jackal and The Wilting Rose ❯ Clash of the Titans ( Chapter 1 )

This is my second work I conjured up at 11:00 pm. With no future planning; this story, like my others, will be written on the fly. I'm also trying a different setting than most of my others, which are usually resembling modern times, or in the future. ((btw, the camera thingy… don't expect it to keep up, just imagine it.))

FLASH! A bright light engulfs the camera, blinding it completely for a few seconds. The light starts to fade.

Clang! Swoop! Fwish!

The camera starts out completely above two unidentified warriors, both obviously skilled in swordsmanship, that are fiercely fighting in the middle of a vast, grassy hilltop. Also the sky is darkened with black clouds, giving a very dark look on the grassy hill.

The camera swoops into a side view of the fighters. One is dressed merely in a black, worn out vest, dark blue pants that seem to get wider at the bottom, and two, short, red, wrist bands. His sword matches his style; very simple. The hilt is a dark brown, and its edge is sharp.

The other is more decorative. He's dressed in a silky, white shirt, tucked in his matching colored pants, with a metal vest that has golden dragons embedded into it. His arms have two, big, poofed up shoulders, tucked into skin-tight, silky, white wristbands that extend from his wrist to his elbows. His pants also are matching white that seems to poof out at the bottom, but then are tucked into secure, elegant, white boots that go up to his knees. Also, his sword is gold encrusted at the hilt, has a large golden design that runs up the middle of his sword.

The one in white charges forward with his sword hanging at his back. As he closes in, he raises his sword in the sky. The other is in a defense stance, with his sword held up in front of him diagonally. The white warrior swiftly brings down his sword, purposely clashing with the other's sword, quickly draws back his sword, and then attempts a sharp jab toward the chest. The other swings his sword horizontally and point down; successfully deflecting the attack. The one in white jumps back and the camera cuts to a close up to his face.

His face is that of a noble's. His face is calm and elegant as his costume; very smooth, yet direct and strong with a narrow chin. His mouth is in a frown, and his emerald, green eyes are staring coldly at his opponent. His hair is a very light blue, and is tied back in a ponytail that reaches down to his waist with a large red bow at the end.

"You're wasting your time!" His voice is deep and bold.

The camera cuts to a close up of the other. His face is screaming 'pissed'; as his eyebrows are deeply narrowed and his yellow eyes full of fire. This warrior has the face of a true fighter. Broad and strong, trusting and of noble cause. His hair is simply black, and cut very short; almost bordering a buzz cut.

"I'm done listening to your lies!" his voice was full of hatred. It wasn't as deep, not as strong; more like a fighting child.

The camera focuses on the white warrior's face as he smirks. Then rotates until it's behind him and about seven feet above him; as the smirk was enough. Because the other fighter charges forward, screaming, and with his sword defensivly in front of him. When he closes up on the warrior in white, he takes a strong step, stops for half a second, and spins around letting his sword harshly fly towards his opponent. The other holds up his sword with one hand unwisely, and is knocked a step back when the swords clash. The not-so-elegant fighter takes advantage of this and spins around again, letting his sword fly and gain momentum, and then swings his sword towards the other's back. The one in white catches a glimpse of this, and immediately drops to one knee, barely dodging the other's swipe. The camera is about head level behind the plain fighter. As the white warrior tries to stand back up, the other shoulder-tackles him into the ground. The white fighter lands on his back and barely has time to roll to the side to dodge another oncoming attack When he looks up again, he sees the blade coming down once again. This time he reaches up and grabs the blade, with the camera slightly freezing at the given shot.

"What!?"

The white warrior kept his hand firmly gripping the blade, and few seconds later, blood started to leak down the other fighter's sword. Staring at each other with fierce intensity, the white warrior slowly stands up keeping his eyes locked on his opponent.

"I told you, you're wasting you time," with that, the white warrior shoves the gripped sword down and dropping his sword at the same time. The camera cuts a side view showing the white fighter spin towards the other warrior, and strike him on the side of his neck. He immediately takes another inside step, places his hand on the other's shoulder, and pulls him into a knee strike that hits his chest. This causes the other fighter to fall to the ground. The camera is at ground level and shows the plain fighter try to raise his sword, but the other's white boot clamps it to the ground. The is placed strategically behind the elegant fighter's hand as he holds it towards the other's face.

A quick shot to the white warrior's stone face, "Stop resisting. I could kill you right now," and back to his gloved hand as it forms an orange aura.

"A sorcerer!?"

"Label me as you want, I'm simply an apprentice in the art of magic."

The aura seemed to fade into more purple color. Suddenly a ball surrounded in a thick, purple mist forms that's about the size a fist. The pinned down warrior's eyes widened.

Camera cuts to the plain fighter's face, "What are you doing!?"

Camera cuts to the white fighter's face, "Are you so surprised? You just miserably failed to kill me out of blind hatred and revenge."

Side view, "But you can't!"

The white warrior smirked, "Your right… I can't. Not yet anyways." Suddenly the ball shoots towards the grounded fighter.

"No!"

He didn't get to scream or feel pain, as he immediately blacks out and so does the camera.

"See you soon, Legolas. And watch your back."

All characters, items, and/or places are completely fictional and straight from my mind (meaning if it sounds like anything consectuitive to another person, place, or thing- then it's a merely a coincidence) and belongs to me unless stated otherwise. Don't steal, it's bad.