The War of the Gods

He was walking down the street in a dark alley with graffiti all over. As he was walking he saw a young woman. The woman had natural black hair and a thin face. There was barely any fat in her body and she was normal height. This woman was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. She didn’t look like a home girl, but a woman of adventure. Her figure was strong and she was made fit. On her hip was a sheath with a black sword in it, and she had a few black knives with her. She was wearing armor of black and it had a red emblem of a three headed dragon on it. What’s going on, thought Calven cautiously. The boy felt he was wearing something light but hard, and found out that the thing he felt was armor. His armor glimmered with a golden white and it cut through the darkness, as a light. On his hip was a sheath with a white sword in it, the hilt was golden with jewels incrusted in the top and the bottom of it. This eerie scene made Calven uncomfortable, and he made a slight tremble, he was scared. A few minutes passed, and he finally got the energy to talk to the woman in front of him. “Who are you and what is going on?” “I am Sharauma daughter of the lord Chraum, and I’ve met you here to fight for your miserable life,” said the woman with a smooth, but stern voice. Her voice was oddly cleansing to the boy, but at the same time it showed him that she was a leader. It kept him on his toes, and it made him confused how to feel about the woman. Also the comment Calven just heard caught him off guard and he asked Sharauma, “What!? But why are we fighting, what did I do? I don’t remember doing anything to deserve this fight.” “Because you killed my brother… Lord Chah,” she said with a depressed anger. “But wait… I’ve never killed anyone but my father, and he deserved every little bit of it. I haven’t killed anyone since that dreadful day,” said Calven more confused than ever. “Well, aren’t you Calven, the mighty hero of the humans? “My name is Calven, but I don’t recall doing anything to be hero of the humans. I may do things to help them but… wait, you’re not human? Then what are you?” “I’m a Schlächërach, or a demon from what you puny humans could come up with, and… wait, why are we talking? We have a fight to handle here.” “What? Oh crap!” Sharauma pulled out her sword, which was pure black. The sword in the woman’s hand was hard to see, even from the gleam of his armor. One thing stuck out on the sword, and that was a red diamond encrusted in the middle of the blade an inch from the hilt. “Jetzt, it is time for you to die, little man! The mighty hero of the humans,” and she leaped at Calven, with her sword raised. The boy had no idea what to do… all he was trained to do was to kill with a gun, not with a sword. Sharauma was getting closer with every second that he thought, he needed to move… he pulled out his sword and made a move to block the attack. Clash sparks flew from the swords. They held the swords there and Sharauma said, “Nice move hero, but you are no match for my skills,” Duh thought Calven and Sharauma jumped back. She made another charge at Calven but this time she jumped over him and made a wave from her blade. Calven had no idea what was going on and all of a sudden he was on the ground his face in the dirt and his back was pained. He got hit from behind by the wave and he flew face forward to the ground. His back had a cut on it, along his spine. Then he felt a foot, and was kicked onto his back. That didn’t make his back feel any better. His vision was blurred from the pain and as he looked up, he saw a blurry black figure tower over him. Before the form could talk or move, he woke up.