Zerdek: A Fictional Narrative

fight hand-to-hand. It did not work. He then saw a massive sword, a sword as if created

"...I feel no shame, with shield and swordand armor, against this monster: when he comes to me I mean to stand, not to run from his shooting flames, stand still fate decides which one of us wins. My heart is firm, my hands calm: I need no hot words. Wait for me close by, my friends. We shall see, soon, who will survive this bloody battle, stand when the fighting is done. No one else could do what I mean to, here, no man but me could hope to defeat this monster. No one could...try..."

“Yeah, well Akemi's not here, trust me and give it a try. I'll back away and you can swing it around a little.”

With each fight that he won, he grew one step closer to his freedom. Yet, it didn't seem enough. His freedom always seemed out of sight. Zerdek slapped his face and walked up to his opponent, Za’zu. They had trained together for the last few years. They grew a friendship that couldn't be broken. He punched his fists together and stood ready to fight. Za’zu did the same. They knew each other’s moves, each other’s tactics, even their weak points. The fight started with a loud cheer and they lunged at each other. Something was different about this fight. Zerdek knew where each punch would land somehow. He knew when to dodge and when to counter. However, Za’zu was doing the same. They both knew beforehand where the other was going to punch. The fight lasted for hours, each fighter getting even more exhausted as time passed. He backed off taking a deep breath before something interrupted the cheering and the fight. A Jedi had barged into the arena, deflecting several blaster bolts being fired at him. Zerdek looked around as the people scattered, and he did the same. With the confusion he was able to slip past the arena guards and away from his master. He ran as far as he could, not looking back. Only stopping to catch his breath for a short while before he noticed something. The Jedi. He was standing nearby, watching him. Zerdek felt something, something similar between the two of them. The Jedi came closer, and Zerdek clenched his fists ready for a fight. “I mean you no harm. I only wish to talk.” The Jedi spoke, “I sense something within you. The force.” The Jedi added, extending his hand. “If you will I’d like to train you in the ways of the force.” Zerdek looked over the Jedi for a brief moment before taking his hand in agreement. “If it’s better than here, I’m all in.” Zerdek

“Get up you jarhead Zahltag idiot. You in my tree..” She says. A tank pulls up and duke gets out. She walks over and starts hitting him a lot.

I let him get close. I let him do this. But there would be no more of that. I would pick up the pieces of the battle the same way I was picking up the pieces of my family. I didn't want him to be close to me anymore, I didn't want his body overpowering my own. He had no right to hold his height over me, to throw himself around so carelessly. He had knocked me over one time too many and I had no problem letting him

“So let’s say this is Zephyr running around terrorizing the town and supposedly kill two people what are we supposed to do?” Zay asked. “What are you getting at?” Todrick implied as he shifted through his parents drawers grabbing anything that he knew was silver. “Well I mean what if he’s gone?” Todrick stopped what he was doing and looked at Zay. He didn’t know what to say as it wasn’t something he had thought about. “I mean I know it’s a scary thought but come on Tod, he killed two people. Even if we somehow managed to get him back he did things that’ll get him put up.” Zay continued. “I see where you’re coming from but we have to at least try to save him. It’s the least i owe him for turning him into this and then abandoning him.”

“Some things you can’t control Ekko, like the death of your despicable friends against my mighty strength,” Darius exclaimed as he proudly propped his weapon onto his shoulder while the constant pinging of blood falling from the blade of the axe and hitting the pavement resonated throughout the courtyard.

“Good Bye.” And the golden cat attacked again. Tizbeth aimed the blade at the beast’s heart. The blade deflected off the creature’s chest. Tizbeth scrambled to her feet. The cat sat on its haunches and looked at her, shook its head and knocked the knife into the fire.

Here he was, prepared to combat his mortal enemy, a situation he had yearned for since discovering Azog was alive. Yet he felt no anticipation, no buzz of excited fear that generally accompanied battle.

He swished the sword through the air and said, “This is a most interesting weapon, it is thin and light, yet seems to be unbreakable. I think I'll slice you to pieces with it Angelica, and then I'll keep your head as a souvenir. These other two, I will find other uses for.”

Gas would drain whatever money Osborne had. And then what? Still, he wouldn’t try to remind Osborne of this. He probably just didn’t want to admit it, and pissing him off was the last thing Zayatz wanted to do. Besides, he wasn’t here to survive. If Osborne wanted to drive them into a corner, so be it. Fall asleep at the wheel and kill them both? Fine. Yes, Zayatz hated and feared Osborne more than anyone. He felt disgust and shame and everything in between at their shared existence. His very autonomy was stripped away every time Osborne gave him orders, he couldn’t even make eye contact unless Osborne demanded it because of the primal fear that caused his whole body to numb. But Zayatz was here because there was only one thing he feared more than the other, being alone

“I am Nathan Andrews. I have come to explore and study this magnificent castle.” Before he can ask her to introduce herself, she’s attacking him. With expert instincts, his hand pull the sword from its sheath with ease in time to block a blow. “Woah! Wait! What did I do wrong?”

Finally, Lucas had passed through all of the obstacles and the debate in his head. He had found Salamander. Salamander said, “What brings you here.” Lucas said, “I am here to defeat you in battle.” Salamander laughed, “You, hahaha, yet another one that thinks they can defeat me.” Lucas started to attack as Salamander kept on talking. “Taking the quick approach I see,” Salamander said. “Hey, Salamander less talking more fighting,” Lucas said. Salamander and Lucas kept on exchanging hits, but then all the sudden Salamander had knocked Lucas’s sword out of his

“My lord does not wish to speak to any of you at the moment. Do you not see that this is a time of privacy?” Zeriya reprimand them as he guards Akira, the look on his face grows more and more menacing as he stared at the reporters and journalists. (-- removed HTML --)