A woman and her husband are on the run from a malevolent force who is trying to capture their son in an attempt to raise him under the twisted will of a dark warlock.
We enter this scene as the young boy and his father are escaping in a junk freighter to a secret destination while the mother stands on the dock alone watching them float away…
Dauntmoore Seaport: Sunset
As the freighter ship sailed out under the blood orange sky, Hava the heard hoof beats of a dozen horses racing up behind her, pulling a sleek black carriage. The ordeal came to a stop about a dozen meters from her, the horses looked exhausted and were huffing and stamping like they had been run all night.
A large door opened and tall man wearing dark robes climbed out and began stalking toward her at a brisk pace. He pulled back his hood to reveal large, curling goat horns and an evil grin twisting his face. He strode in her direction across the dock yards, wielding a long pike that ended in a wicked blade already burning red with fire. Then he paused, and the grin vanished.
Her whole bearing had changed in an instant. Gone was the desperate, defensive mother sheltering her family from danger. Gone was the cornered animal hovering over her cubs. With her left hand, she reached up and unclipped her heavy cloak, letting it ripple to the ground, revealing a shining long sword hanging at her belt.
Her entire stance changed as if an enormous weight was being lifted from her shoulders. She met his gaze and ignited her blade, a bright blue flame reflecting in her dark eyes. She was transformed, perfectly calm, and stood in an open posture.
Malgus twirled his pikestaff reflexively, then switched to a showy behind-the-back pass to his off hand.
He too shifted his weight, from a heavy, slow plodding, to balancing lightly on the balls of his feet. He turned and walked in a slow, wide semicircle around her, a flurry of emotions flickering across his face as he attempted to size her up. Surprise, then confusion, then confident contempt.
Suddenly, he closed the gap in two spinning strides, his bladed staff flashing and spinning at a dizzying speed.
She didn’t even flinch.
Side-stepping his flashy gymnastic attack, she swung down in a huge, heavy arch towards his body, attempting to slice clean through him with a single blow. He parried mid-spin, reaching behind himself without looking and catching her blade in his. Sparks flew.
He spun out of the way and let her blade finish its curve; then did a cartwheel in midair landing just out of her reach. She flipped her blade in her hand, holding it backward and remaining open, temptingly vulnerable.
Malgus lunged, and she parried his blade and slashed toward his chest in one smooth motion. They were dangerously close now, and Malgus dropped, attempting to sweep her feet. Instead, she kicked down hard, smashing him in the head.
He barely managed to roll out of the way just as her blade thrusted toward him.
She wasn’t wasting a single movement, every sweep and thrust was meant for his heart, or his throat, or his lungs. Each slicing blow was an attempt on his life. Even her parries ended in his face, or at his knees.
Malgus attempted a double backflip to regain the reach advantage, but she was on him every second. Two, three, four blue sweeps leapt toward him, each one closer than the last.
He feigned left then dodged right, but her blade was waiting for him, and she drew first blood in the form of a cut across his left shoulder. It sliced and burned through his arm and he roared in pain, falling back and striking out at her randomly.
He was on the defense now. Sweeping aside another deathblow; he yelled again, this time in anger. His spun, dodged, and parried, then changed his style again completely, dropping the flourishes and the gymnastics for fast but heavy-handed strikes.
Still she advanced, with laser focus and bloodthirsty eyes.
They exchanged blows, fiery red and blue blades flashing against the falling darkness.
He hadn’t expected much of a fight, least of all to be on his back foot against a fully trained Vril Knight. He’d completely underestimated everything about her. Snarling, he lashed out.
It was all the opening she required.
Without pausing, she cut him cleanly in half. His mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back as he toppled to the ground.
She extinguished her sword and stepped back from his broken corpse.
A wave of relief and triumph welled up and flowed through her whole person.
She had done it. Her boys were safe.
Then, she screamed in agony as lighting flashed all around her.
In the doorway of the carriage now stood a figure wreathed in black.
From his outstretched hands leapt white-hot bolts of lightening, completely engulfing her.
She crumpled to the asphalt next to Malgus, her sword clattering from her hand and bouncing out of reach.
Meanwhile on the ship…
The boy let out a bloodcurdling scream. His father wrapped him in a bear hug even as the boy began rocking back and forth. His beard prickled against the boy’s tear-streaked face. “It will be okay, Kaiden.” He soothed in his low, gruff voice. “I promise.”
Authors Notes: So I basically stole this story idea from the great Joel Zammit. You can hear the pitch for his ideal Star Wars prequel on Episode 1 of the podcast Movie Maintenance, or follow him on Twitter @GoddammitZammit
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