Last Destiny Volume 2 Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Weasley and Lydia The mysterious Iowan walks for quite a while until he comes near Rowan. As he passes an alley, a voice cries out to him. He pauses for a moment, then walks down the alley. He walks completely down it. As he walks back up, he hears the sound. He stops and reaches out, only to see his hand disappear. He thinks, what is this? He once more hears the voice cry, help. Without hesitation, he goes through what appears to be a portal. His surroundings materialize into a wooded area around him. He does not even blink during the changeover. He starts to walk again, though it is obvious he is being followed. He slowly slides out his strangely built blade. He looks up, only to see a ferocious bird-like griffon swoop down. The male braces himself and leaps vertically. The griffon claws at him as he does so. The male connects with the tree and uses it to propel himself at the griffon with much force. He cuts off the griffon's head with but a stroke of his sword. As the male Iowan lands, he walks hastily. Around him in the wooded area, sick, twisted giggling starts up. This Iowan, for what it is worth, is without thought. He has been so for most of eternity. The creatures which are following him start to move in. They are a band of horned fawns. As they reveal themselves, he pauses his eyes. Do not move to see how many there are. The fawns have stopped as well. With blinding speed, he rushes to the left, slicing down every fawn to his left. The fawns to the right are startled, but the Iowan is not. He comes over to them at the same speed, slicing away all of them. He shows no remorse, and every one of his strikes is precise. It almost seems as if it is an arc. The voice cries out once more, and he notices it is disembodied in its place. He also sees the sky as dark as purple, though it was red before. He begins to run. He knows something is coming toward him faster than him from behind. He does not turn. He leaps up just as it is closing in. It is a group of furies. But when he leaps directly over, he immediately stabs in the heart. He snatches his blade out and leaps up, propelling himself off of the fury. The fury dies instantly, crashing along into a nearby tree. The other furies carrying spears are in a state of shock as they check on their fellow furies. The Iowan from a high tree branch observes them. When their disembodied voice cries out once more, he leaps from the branch. He cuts down one and slices off another's head, the last fleece. The voice now sounds near as she says, I'm here. He rushes to the sound of it. Momentarily, he finds amongst the wooded area in a fog a little girl browning in a red hood. She braces herself from him in tears. He gently wipes away her tears. He says, thank you. You really aren't from here. As movement is heard, the Iowan reacts by covering her with his cape. He places two fingers toward his lips. Looking up from the opening of his cape, she gets as quiet as she can. At that moment, two fast-moving creatures pass by him. He does not shudder. It is revealed they are wolves, a life-form alien to Iowan. They growl intensely. Iowan pulls his blade. The wolves, after a slight pause, rush toward him. As one wolf connects, it bites at his glove, to which, because of what it is made of, he is protected. Iowan slams the beast into a tree. Something instantly takes the brawn, at which point Iowan punches the other wolf in the throat, causing it to cry out. The other wolf rams into him. Iowan kicks at it, but the wolf leaps over it. The wolf then bites Iowan in the ribs. Iowan bows to the wolf. The wolf says, Crimson, this warrior is swift on his feet. Better take him out now. Understanding these words, the Iowan uppercuts the wolf and stabs Crimson. Crimson howls in agony. The other wolf says, Gary, hope that hurt. About as much as it looked, the Iowan stabs Crimson again, fatally, then proceeds to slice Gary in half with the lower's spring forward. Gary screams in agony. The Iowan is off, though, in the direction he was in at first. The Iowan thinks, no longer can I deal with these side-dealings. He rushes forward, nonstop. He leaves the fog-wooded area as a rocky path leads to a dank castle. The skies have changed to darkest gray, and the castle seems to be the only thing left in this reality. As he reaches the door, he kicks it in. As he looks in it, it appears to be abandoned. As he steps in, it shifts into another landscape, darkish and haunting as before. There is no wooded area this time. It all leads to an eerie cliff. As he walks, fawns and furies laugh from afar, louder and louder. He doesn't even acknowledge them. When he reaches the cliff, the castle reappears. Once at it, he kicks down the door once more. Unknowingly to him, all the fawns and furies in the background vanish. Inside this time are fawns and furies eating, drinking, and playing cards. The sound of the little brawny can be heard in the background. He moves toward the stairs. All of the fawns and furies rise from the seats at him. He almost immediately leaps from the stairs, pulls his blade, and begins cutting into them. Observing the carnage, the other fawns and furies begin scattering in all directions trying to get away from him. Naomi reacts by going up the stairs. The steps lead to a door. He slices it in four. A giant griffon is revealed which guards the path. The griffon shoots fire which Da'on blocks with his blade. The griffon slaps him away with his monstrous wing. The griffon snatches him up and pecks him, then slams him. Instead of screaming out on impact, Da'on stabs his arm. This causes the griffon to release him. But Da'on is not done. He stabs him repeatedly until it is the griffon which hollers in pain. Da'on is now bloody from several wounds. Da'on guts the griffon and drags his blade, ripping into it. The griffon collapses under the pain. Da'on refuses to acknowledge his pain and walks to the door the griffon was seemingly protecting. The door opens. Inside stands a sneaky, dorphish man with a sword in it. Behind him is a rather large, well-designed bed. The young brawny is near a window. The man says, Charles, and you? It seems Dia is quite fond of you. I wonder why. The brawny begins to shiver in fear. While Charles lifts up his sword, the unspoken Iowan brushes him and they begin crossing swords, striking away at another. The brawny looks at the Iowan and thinks, he is hurt badly but doesn't show it. In fact, his face has not changed since I first laid eyes on him. They strike at another until the Iowan breaks Charles' sword. The Iowan slices off Charles' sword-wielding hand and tosses him into a mirror. As Charles writhes, there is something strange about him as if he isn't quite there. The Iowan guts him with the start of the brawny. He kicks Charles away and picks up the brawny. Charles appears to be melting. The Iowan picks up the child and runs for it. A voice appears to be rising. But what it is saying cannot be made out. The castle is starting to unravel, literally blowing apart as they reach outside. The disembodied voice threatens, you will not get away from me, Dia. It seems to be coming from everywhere. The brawny thinks, this Iowan, he's amazing. He carries her, moving swiftly as though she were not. He maintains the same breath level as well. The area tears apart, unraveling all around them. She stares in bewilderment. He does not. He focuses on getting them free. He grips a handful of his shirt tightly. Monstrous hands of darkness begin ripping out of the ground. The Iowan leaps over all of it as they sprint away. The brawny says, we can take wherever you first heard my voice. The Iowan looks deep in her eyes and nods. The wooded area snatches toward them and winds start to get harsher. Charles' voice has grown animalistic and so loud. As they reach where he came in at, he leaps with her through. The chaotic scream engulfs the area, shattering the windows of the alley. As they are back where they started from, where we were. As the Iowan moves them away, he places the child down. He immediately falls down from his wounds. The brawny begins healing him. The child thinks, he is so brave. The Iowan calmly asks, who are you, child? She almost stops healing him. She is so startled to finally hear him speak. Even more, she is taken aback that his voice is so calm, though he is wounded. The brawny says, Lydia John, he would call me Dia. Thank you so much, stranger. I mean, who are you? The Iowan says, Wheeling. Now fully healed, he stands up and looks out the edge of the alley. He then says, where is your family so I can return you home? Instead of answering, Lydia stares at him and thinks, he is so pale. His eyes and his face look, they feel as though he were already dead. Scared she may have gotten herself into a worse situation, he turns away from him. He walks off to where she gets up quickly to follow him.