Author: Knight Of The Black Mantle
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This is for the contest about my main, Halfgodof Balthazar
KABOOM! A fiery bolt flew through the sky, towards a large man, dressed in robes. That man wielded a black scythe with a snake strangled around the end. His bony white hands where glowing and under his cap we could see two green eyes staring out of the eye sockets from a gray, ancient skull. He swung his scythe while murmuring a couple of words in a long forgotten language. The fireball reflected into the sky against a green energy wall that had appeared.
"You'll have to do better than that, Balthazar!"
While he said this, he raised his hand above his head, where a dark cloud appeared. The cloud was moving, buzzing.
"Go get him, my deadly locust servants!"
The deathly swarm moved slowly towards a big muscular man, who was wearing a red, battered armor and a large Norn helm. His eyes were blazing with fire, but around his mouth laid a warm smile. It was my dad, the god of war and fire Balthazar.
"We're just warming up, my dear friend.” dad said.
Then he pulled an enormous sword out of thin air and charged to Grenth. He was running straight to the swarm, but with one wave of his hand they were all burned to crisps. He then swung his mighty sword towards Grenth’s old bony head. With a loud crack Grenth disappeared, only to reappear just behind my dad. He grabbed my fathers shoulders with his glowing hands, and yelled
“Fooled ya! VAMPIRIC TOUCH!”
But my dad wasn’t fooled that easy, with a loud bursting of flames he conjured an inferno around him, and Grenth released immediately. Dwayna, mother of all gods, hurried in the arena, shouting that they should stop fighting.
“We were just playing, darlin’, just playing, you know that, don’t you?” dad said.
“You guys should come to the Great hall, now, there’s a meeting.”
“Do I have to come to?” I asked silently. I found the gods very impressive, even if I was a half one myself.
“Yes, you too, everyone, call your son too, Grenth.”
Five minutes later we were all in the Great hall, discussing what Dwayna would want to tell us. I looked around and saw Vladek, the son of Grenth, discussing the matter with his father. I saw my dad talking to Lyssa, the most beautiful of all the gods. Melandru was leaning against a tree, where I was sure of that it hadn’t been there two seconds ago. Finally Dwayna entered the room, she was carrying a large crystal, shaped as a dragon head.
“Glint! You are our pair of eyes on Earth! Show us what is happening!”
At these words, the crystal started glowing and suddenly it burst open. A projection of the continent of Tyria, which was one of the three were people lived, who were shaped like us, but many times weaker, appeared out of nowhere. It then zoomed in on the kingdom of Ascalon, the most glorious kingdom in all of Tyria. Well, it had been, until it started a war against the kingdom of Orr and the kingdom of Kryta.
I screamed this wasn’t the Ascalon I knew: instead of the great grass fields and the waving trees there were now great purple crystals growing out of scarred earth.
“What has happened?” Grenth asked
He was answered immediately by a high-pitched voice, coming from the dragon.
“This is the mighty kingdom of Ascalon, ruined by the searing! This will happen in a few months and it’s only the beginning of the terrible madness that will rush over all of Tyria!”
Glint told us about the Flameseeker Prophecies, which told about a series of heroes rising against a dark force, which wanted to rule Tyria with an army of monsters. She told us the heroes were doomed to fail, unless they were helped by divine powers. They had to get ascended. But that was not all, a god, or halfgod had to walk with them, and help them with all his might.
The gods started shouting immediately.
“We just imprisoned Abaddon!”
“We can’t help these mortals!”
“Gods should stay in the mists!”
“Let them die, it’s much more fun to play with their souls!” (That was Grenth’s comment)
“No way!”
“I’ll do it!”
Six faces turned to me. I had said it without thinking, but I was sure when I saw the look in their faces.
“But, son, it’s too dangerous!”
“I want to do it dad, I can handle a few monsters, I’m a halfgod!”
“You will lose almost all your powers when you go down to Earth. You’ll be mortal!”
“I won’t change my mind.”
I was sure, determined, all of my eternal life long I had looked at the other gods fighting and doing cool things like creating planets and I hadn’t done a single thing. I wanted to matter.
After a long silence my dad said: “Ok, my boy, you have my permission. I grant you my blessing; you will be a warrior on earth, and save these mortals.”
“Thank you father!”
“But you will need a name, but I want you to remember me.”
“I can make my last name ‘Of Balthazar’”, I proposed.
“You are half a god; your first name should be Halfgod.”
“Wow, people in Tyria will have to be really smart to suspect something now.” Grenth said sarcastically.
My father moved his hand through his beard. “Hmm, that’s true. Which name then?”
Lyssa, queen of illusion then said: “I may have an idea, what if you contract Halfgod and Of to Halfgodof? It sounds like a Norn name, and with his flaming red hair and muscular look, he looks a bit like a Norn too.”
We all agreed, so that became my mortal name: Halfgodof Balthazar.
The next days I had lessons about mortals from my father, trying to gain as much knowledge about them as possible. On the sixth day, I had to go. This was the fortieth day of the season of the Zephyr; the year was 1072 after Exodus. Me and my father walked to the Rift together, and he said goodbye silently.
“Be careful son, you can die out there, and then you will never be able to return here.”
“I won’t die, dad, you will be proud of me.”
He waved his hand over my chest and I felt myself becoming weaker. I was becoming mortal. He pushed me and I fell through the rift, starting to swirl. I kept swirling and falling for what seemed to be hours, but then, so quickly that I didn’t notice it at first I appeared in a blue liquid. I felt an icy pain somewhere in my chest. Was this normal? I suddenly realized that I was dying, only two minutes after I arrived! This liquid was probably water, and I was probably ‘drowning’. I had learned about it.
I looked up, and saw a clear blue sky, with a star shining high up there. I pressed my legs against the bottom of the pit with water and pushed my self up. When I reached surface, I saw a man in red armor looking at me, rather amused.
“Nearly drowned there, didn’t ya buddy? We need yeh to defend Ascalon eh!”
“Ow, right, sorry” I mumbled.
“Here, lemme help yeh.” The man said.
He pulled me onto the edge and continued to look at me.
“Who are yeh? Never saw you before, and I know everybody from Ascalon city till Ashford Abbey!”
“Euhm, I am Halfgodof, Halfgodof Balthazar!”
“Halfgodof eh? Strange name, where’re you from?”
Avoiding that question, I asked: “What is your name sir?”
“Me name is Sir Tydus, at your service, lad.”
“Well, pleased to meet you, Sir Tydus, but if you want to excuse me, I need to find a man called Prince Rurik.”
“That won’t be easy, lad, but I happen to know he is recruiting heroes who have had a vanguard training.”
“Great! Where can I find the trainer?”
“You’re looking at it!”
“You? I mean great! You look very strong, can you please train me mister Tydus?”
“Sure, lad, no problem. The first thing yeh can do is the following: yeh see that monster over there? The blue one, with the scales?
“Yes?”
“That’s a skale, kill it, bring me it’s scale, and I’ll train yeh, free of charge.”
“No problem, nothing I can’t handle!”
And I ran to the skale, soon to encounter my first battle in this adventure…
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