A Tale of Two Shoyru: Part Three

by Flamemane_2000

Ghost Encounter
I had never been so saddened or angry in my whole life. The back of my head, which hit the stone block, throbbed painfully. "Agh..."

I rubbed the back of my head, and wiped off some blood. I looked around the devastated city. The Lupes that usually howled and barked at night were lying motionless on the ground. The once-alive brave Moehogs, Scorchios, Kougras, Grarrls, and Eyries were all dead on the ground. It was horrible. I looked to the mayor's house, and saw the Nimmos had gotten to Kale too. I punched myself hard. "WHY DIDN'T I PROTECT THEM!!! I'M USELESS!!! I CAN'T EVEN PROTECT MY OWN BROTHER!!!"

As soon as I had yelled that out, a ghost appeared in front of me. I fell back, startled. I really wasn't expecting it, but then again, who would expect a ghost to just pop out of nowhere in front of you? "Wh-who are you!?" I stammered.

The ghost shook it's head. "Never mind...I am just here to guide you...to make you stronger..."

I shook my head. "What? Stronger??"

The ghost nodded. "Yes...I am here to strengthen you...you are the Chosen One..."

My eyes widened. "What?!? What are you talking about?!?! Is this a joke?! What is the Chosen One's job!??"

The ghost didn't answer, but instead grabbed me, and took me north. "Where am I going?!"

The ghost didn't answer again. "ANSWER ME!!"

It finally stopped in a large dirt field, and dropped me gently there on my butt. I got up, quickly, and angrily. "Answer me,will ya!?!"

The ghost nodded. "The Chosen One is one picked by the angels. It is not a joke. Your job is to defeat the evil Nimmo Army."

This was a complete surprise to me. "WHAT!? I'm just one Shoyru! I can't handle an army of over 5000 Nimmos!!!"

The ghost nodded again. "Yes. You can. When I strengthen you, you will hold the power of the holy spirit, Leviathan. I will bless you with the spirit."

This was confusing. "Uhh...."

The ghost laughed a bit to itself. "Don't worry, you are too young to understand right now. Just let me handle everything."

***

Before I knew it, I was fighting with the ghost. The ghost had told me it's name was Max, and that the fighting was no more than simple training. Well, I was faring off pretty well against Max, and the fight went on for hours and hours. It reminded me of the wrestling matches I used to have with Larmos. Just when I thought I had the upper hand, Max launched a surprise attack on me. A huge beam erupted from Max's hands, and exploded on the ground, knocking me off balance, and sending me flying into a nearby tree, breaking it in half. Even though the blast was harsh, it wasn't half as harsh as Taricha's black blast. I got up, skinned knees, and torn skin, but I was determined to continue. Max was smiling.

"You must expect the unexpected, my friend. You can't always continue the same type of onslaught for the whole battle, as the opponent may develop a defense against it, and counterattack."

Knowing this, I was ready for more. After many battles, Max decided to take me in, and train me even more. For the next 7 years, I trained with him. I suffered losses, injuries, and sometimes I completely battered him, but one time, when Max's blast came again, I jumped over it, and when it came after me, I batted it back with my wing. Surprisingly, my wing was tough enough to not only survive the blast, but reflect it back at Max. It struck Max heavily, and I think it caused more damage to him than it did to me 7 years ago. I flew down to him, as he dusted himself off, and got up.

"I'm a ghost, so I cannot be harmed, but, Drange, you have completed your training."

***

Finally. My endless training was finished. It was a relief. Even though it was so long, and I was 15 now, I still reminded myself of my purpose, and the holy spirit Leviathan that I was to receive. It was obvious that Max was happy with my progress, and pleased at how I had performed. "Drange, come claim your ally, Leviathan."

I nodded, and stepped forward. Max instructed me to put my hand out, and I did. He gave me a glowing white orb with a white dragon's head image inside of it. I felt it's extreme power, rushing through my body. Max cupped his hands on top the orb. "Now, Drange. You feel it's power, correct?"

I nodded as the power intensified inside me. "Yes, I do."

Max seemed satisfied. "This power will give you control over Leviathan's spirit, and transform you into the Holy Warrior. When you become the Holy Warrior, I can do no more with you. You will be the only one who can call upon Leviathan's power and assistance, and the only one that can defeat Taricha, and the other evil Nimmo." I understood I had a large responsibility now. To rid the land of those Nimmo, and return peace to it. The power surged through my body, and finally ceased. Max took back the orb. "Now, you can control Leviathan's spirit."

It was a great accomplishment to me. I'm sure my mom and dad would've been proud. I remembered why I was given this ability. To defeat the Nimmo army with. Max held up a finger. "Wait here. I must get the Holy Warrior's clothing. Without the specific clothing, Leviathan will not obey your command."

Max quickly disappeared, then reappeared about 5 minutes later with a White Cape, White Uniform, White Boots, White Vest, White Gloves, and a Grey Belt. He handed them to me. "Put these on."

I did as told, and put everything on. "So, what is this stuff for?" I asked, a bit confused.

Max didn't seem surprised at the question.

"The Cape will allow you to use Leviathan's powers. The Uniform will allow you to summon Leviathan. The Boots will allow you to hover over treacherous grounds. The Vest is bulletproof. The Gloves will grant you the ability to control Leviathan when he is summoned. The Belt will grant you the ability to control Leviathan's powers. Do you understand, Drange?"

"Yes. Now I do."

Max stood, seeming proud of me and of himself for training me. "Drange, do you accept your destiny?"

I pondered, deep in thought about the thing I had to do (risking my life so others may live...) What prompted me to accept was not that, but was the fact that my brother was kidnapped. I smirked, and nodded to Max. "Yes, sir. I accept...my destiny."

Having said this, Max was completely finished with me now. "Drange, you are humanity's last hope...there is nothing more that I can do for you now. Good-bye."

Max faded, and then disappeared. I was on my own from then on.

***

I stared at the empty space where Max was, and turned around, my cape flapping in the silent wind. I clenched my fist. I felt a powerful sensation inside of me. It was the stirring spirit of Leviathan, my newest ally. It was 7:00 am in this place that Max took me to...wherever it was.

I walked ahead, lead by nothing more than my urge to vanquish the evil Nimmos, and retrieve my brother, Larmos. I returned to my home, to take a last look at it before I set out on my journey. Surprisingly, there was a note on the desk beside my bed. It was a bit ripped, and very crumpled, but it was legible.

I walked to it, and picked it up. It read:

Dear Brother,

This is Larmos. If you're reading this letter, you've probably just finished training with Max, and have gotten Leviathan's spirit. I was relying on you to read this note before you set out on your journey to destroy the Nimmos. Well, since you're reading, I guess you must've. That's good.

If you're wondering how I know so much, it is because Max is the ghost of our father, and strangely enough, when Taricha put me in this prison, Dad's ghost came to me. He was worried, and asked me if he could help. Well, thinking that you were still alive, I asked him if he could go to you, and train you so you could inherit Leviathan's spirit like he did.

Taking my wish, he left, and I guess he did train you, Drange. It's a difficult path to the Nimmo's HQ, and since Taricha took me there, I know the way. It's straight north, up Mount Kyros, and then down into the pit at the top of the mountain. Inside that pit is the Nimmo's HQ. It's heavily guarded, and all Nimmo are wearing protective battle gear, but it's no match for Leviathan.

Good luck, Brother.

Larmos

The note was an excellent source of information. I folded it, careful not to tear the brittle piece of paper apart, and tucked it away in my uniform pocket. I then turned to the doorway, and walked out. Following the note's instructions, I set off North. It was windy, and cold down the road....

To be continued...