Bridging Worlds: Book 1 Celestoria's Time
Sword and Storm

Rosche and Eamon arrived at the scene, their faces etched with a mixture of determination and horror as they bore witness to the gruesome chaos unfolding before them. Men fought valiantly for their lives, women shielded their precious supplies, and a few children clung desperately to elderly women who sought to protect them. The ruthless barbarians from the Darkbane tribe showed no mercy, especially towards the young women, whom they sought to capture with lecherous intent.

“Come here, pretty lady,” one of the perverted men taunted, sending a shiver down Rosche’s spine. Eamon, his sharp eyes catching the tattoos on the barbarians’ arms, whispered to Rosche, “They are the Darkbane tribe, Rosche.”

Vernit, the fearsome leader of the tribe, slashed the throat of one of his victims, leaving a trail of death in his wake. “I don’t care who they are, Eamon,” Rosche declared, unsheathing her sword and glaring at the marauders. “I’m ready to engage in battle.”

The situation grew even more horrendous by the second.

In one heart-wrenching moment, a mother pleaded for her son’s life, tears streaming down her face. But no plea could sway the ruthless Darkbane barbarians. The man callously killed the mother, leaving her lifeless body on the ground, and the young son wept as he witnessed the horrifying scene. The child was next in line to face the same fate, but Rosche, her heart burning with rage, leaped into action. With a swift strike, she incapacitated the barbarian from behind, sparing the child’s life. She whispered to the trembling boy, “Hide, and stay safe.”

Eamon and Rosche joined the battle, their fury matched only by their resolve. Rosche’s sword cut through the barbarians mercilessly, her eyes unflinching as she met the enemy with unwavering strength. Eamon fought alongside her, using his sword to protect the innocent and urging them to take cover.

Vernit, the leader of the Darkbane tribe, noticed the new adversaries who dared to challenge his reign of terror. Filled with fury, he approached Rosche, ready to strike her down. Eamon, quick to defend his comrade, intercepted Vernit’s path, and the two warriors engaged in an epic battle.

“Who are you?!” Vernit demanded as their blades clashed.

“We’re the ones who are going to rid the world of barbarians like you!” Eamon retorted, his voice filled with determination. He fought with a surprising skill, gaining the upper hand over Vernit.

However, Vernit was not to be underestimated. He revealed his mage powers, generating electric bolts that crackled and surged towards Eamon. Caught off guard, Eamon was struck by the electricity, causing him to stagger. Though injured, he managed to evade some of the lightning bolts.

“So, the leader of the Darkbanes is a fulmigeni mage, a lightning mage,” Eamon remarked. Vernit, irritated by Eamon’s calm demeanor, attempted to unleash another barrage of lightning. But Eamon, displaying remarkable agility, evaded the attack once more. It was becoming evident that Eamon’s silent demeanor concealed a formidable fighting prowess.

Their clash continued, with sparks of electricity and clashing steel filling the air. The battle was fierce, with Eamon’s unwavering determination and Vernit’s mastery of his mage abilities colliding in a spectacle of might and magic. The fate of Celestoria teetered on a knife’s edge, and Eamon and Rosche’s determination to rid their land of the Darkbane menace burned brighter than ever.

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