Chapter 2, Battles fought, wars lost
(this part is just a brief overview of what happened to the attack force.) The commander stood over the map in his tent. He and his troops had marched as fast as they could, but he knew that they were not nearly far enough away. The attack of the village had gone well, with barely a scratch on his men. However, he was still worried, all of the people they had fought had obviously had no training. It was this that worried him the most as he knew the guardian of the village, the man they’d been sent to kill, hadn’t been there. It was then that he heard the first shout, “he’s here, oh god he’s her...” The camp was suddenly full of life, men ran to get their weapons and armour. The commander knew, however, that resistance was futile. The guardian was coming for them, and he could destroy them by looking at them. How were they meant to resist a power like that. The battle took five minutes, that was all Xen needed to convert all but three of the men to energy and absorb them. As he left he was angry, angry at himself, but mostly angry at the Reenans for attacking his village. This was the start of something which had not been seen before in Xen’s dimension, this was the start of a war.
A year later and Xen was, yet again, in the thick of a battle tearing Reenans apart. If he’d been by himself he’d have changed them all into energy painlessly, however, he was not alone on this battlefield. He was fighting with the thirty third regiment of the Gusharn army, something he hadn’t known had existed until six months earlier. Although he despised the constant waste of life, he loved seeing the despair and hopelessness in his enemies eyes before he tore their heart out with his bare hands. Xen did, contrary to popular belief among many of the state’s residents, understand the need for armed support.
The reason, was the Reenans too, had proxies, on the field of battle. It is worth noting now that at this time it was thought that there were only two beings that could kill a proxy, another proxy or a formless one. Anyway the enemy proxy was now directly in front of Xen, they both stared at each other, Xen into his foes dark purple eyes, and his foe into Xen’s black eyes. (This was pre Xen splitting his evil and good so he had black eyes.) Xen blinked, his foe drew his sword, all Xen did was smile. His foe swung his sword, which literally cut the air it touched, only to have Xen catch it with one hand. The smile that broke out on Xen’s face when he saw his opponent’s surprise would have horrified any mortal opponent, but to his proxy opponent only signalled the end. As Xen’s had sliced his enemy in two with nothing but a blade of grass hi troops knew they had won. As Xen left the warzone he couldn’t help but feel a buzz, he knew what it was and it pleased him, he enjoyed killing others. This was, however, what was worrying the protectorate council. They decided that Xen needed someone else to make sure he didn’t go over the top with his actions. The one they chose for this task was sparkenziel, little did they know that this young guardian was capable of the same feeling.
It had been one hundred years since the war began and Xen and Spark were yet again on a covert mission to infiltrate an enemy camp and kill the proxy so he would explode. This was Xen’s favourite type of mission, it didn’t call for finesse in the kill so he could just destroy anything in his way. However, Xen and Spark were currently on a waiting for dark before getting closer to the enemy and were watching a pack of wolves settle down for the night. They both enjoyed watching the local wildlife wherever they went because it was oblivious to the war, not caring who won or lost. They were just busy trying to survive.
As darkness fell, the two proxies moved as quietly as they could to the enemy base, they did not use any of their energy to muffle the sounds, preferring pure skill to sneak. Xen looked at spark and nodded, at this signal Spark broke cover and charged at the enemy base, in the resulting confusion Xen watched from afar and spotted their target. Smiling he too, charged down into the confusion. As he closed the gap between himself and the proxy Xen summoned a blade, and imbued it with his own energy. He reached the proxy who was facing the other way, grabbed him and inserted his sword into the back of it. The resultant explosion of energy left a crater half a mile wide in the landscape. “Xen, i think you went a bit over the top with that one.” Spark said, hovering in the air. “Perhaps you’re right Spark, but at least the job got done.” Spark opens his mouth to reply but Xen is already leaving the area, they both understand each other well, and Spark knows that when Xen does that the conversation is over.
The war continued in that fashion for about 2 million years without either side gaining any major advantage, until reports of proxies dying when no other was around began coming to both sides leaders. At first, they didn’t believe what they seemed to suggest, but, as more and more came to them, they finally began to understand. What had previously been thought impossible was becoming reality. A mortal, was somehow killing proxies. It would not become known who it was for another five years.
It is strange in these circumstances that quite often those that are the most powerful always believe that they are not. And it was no different for Xen, who believed this hunter, would be the man who ended his life. It was during those five short years, that Xen would reform his life and seal his evil away for eternity, or so he thought. And so Xen, armed with his belief that his end was nigh, decided to head out and find this mysterious man. It took him a further six months before he found his cult. He left no-one alive. That night as Xen prepared to meditate for a short while, the hunter snuck up on him, and attacked him. The man, catching Xen off guard, managed to get him pinned to the ground. Xen, certain that his life was at an end, made one request, To know his killers name. Moments before the man gave his name. Xen felt a wrenching feeling and found himself standing mere meters away. He watched the dagger plunge into the heart of spark, and couldn’t stop his anger from presenting itself.
The fight lasted for well over an hour, the longest any mortal has lasted against a proxy. However, the mortal man had one disadvantage that Xen did not, he could get fatigued. After the third hour of fighting Xen gave the man an offer, they became allies, in return for Xen’s protection. The man agreed, and then told Xen his name, Jinx.
After a long debate Spark sat up. It was a surprise to both proxies that he was even alive. However Jinx told them that he could only kill them by stabbing them in the head, something he had not done with Spark. After Jinx had explained this Xen invited him to return, with Spark and himself, to Il-Gushar.
The three became great friends over the years but as all good things have to, it came to an end. After 50 years of fighting side by side Xen, Sark and Jinx became separated on a battlefield; while Xen and Spark were able to shrug off blows that wound rend any normal being in two, Jinx, however, was not so lucky, The two proxies found him after the battle, mortally wounded. It was then Xen knew he had to escape from the war, to escape from the dimension. He gently touched his fingers to Jinx’s forehead and absorbed his personality, memories, everything that made Jinx, Jinx. He then told Spark that he could follow him, but only when he was at a safe place. When Spark asked how he would know all Xen said was “You’ll know.”
The figure stood at the top of the hill, rain collecting in the folds of his jacket and, when the jacket could hold it up no more, letting it drop to the floor. His hair glinted, as the sun set over the horizon, the water weighing it down. In his hands was the tool by which he had killed so many, and yet saved so many more. He is kneeling down, head looking to the floor, as if he is condemned. His power slowly builds around him, and then, without warning, he vanishes, never to be seen in that dimension again. His name was, Xen, his purpose, redemption.