"Regonian Light: Chapter 7" by Brian ´Dulcet´ Bergstrom

    Swoom rode up to Barbank. He was stunned at what just occurred. Never had one of the Light killed one of its own. But it was a mystery to him as well why the Light had favored him more so than Mike.
    "What did you do that for?" Swoom asked. "You realize that you just killed the general the Light has ever had. I thought you had ambitions for Light. I thought you would obey Mike as the others have. I would've been more than happy to take you back for more training."
    Barbank's eyes fixed on Swoom. His temper was not yet cooled. It had been fiery ever since Mike had called him a lying pig. Barbank felt no need to speak any further about what he had done.
    He rode on into the battlefield with his sword, glowing brightly of Light, held high. Mages attacked him with fierce Dark spells. His sword somehow managed to deflect every one. He flung his sword in a circle in fury, giving the other soldiers and mages of Light the impression that he wasn't a character to mess with so they backed off.
    When he came up to the Dark mages, he let out massive blasts up close to them of Light, knocking them out right away. He rode through their most viscous of spells. All Barbank had seen before. He knew the way the spells worked. The Light protected him, though. He had no worry.
    A gigantic blast of energy burst through his hand and took out four full flanks of dark magi. With his sword, he produced a similar blast, wiping out only about half as many.
    The Dark Army was beginning to fear this new comer. He had destroyed all the most powerful mages. All that was left were the swordsman and the archers.
    Barbank rode further in, cutting the heads off any man that tried to attack him. But again, the Light seemed to favor him, warding away any arrows that would hit him. His power was beginning to grow. The sword in his hand had glowed so brightly, the Light itself killed many of the men.
    The soldiers and mages of the Light started to help Barbank. They had truly appreciated his great help and started to attack forcefully with no magic. All they carried were spears, arrows and swords.
    The attack was surprising to the Dark Army. The numbers of men alive were going down drastically. Their strength began to get weaker and weaker. Eventually, they decoded to retreat and Casmeer was won for the Light.
    The Light Army cheered in victory and were amazed on how strong this man was. Barbank rose his sword and led the Army away from the bloody field. He gathered them into a circle to speak to them in the middle.
    "My name is Barbank Redson. I fight for the Light and for freedom and justice. I cannot tell you how great it feels to be fighting in such an army as this."
    One mage cried out, "But you're the man who killed one of the greatest general to ever walk these lands."
    "I killed Parker because he wouldn't let me fight. I had orders from the great Kluke Himself to let me fight in this war. I wasn't about to not fight after traveling as much as I did. I may be Dark blood, but my heart and soul is filled with Light."
    The army bowed down to this newcomer, grateful of their victory. The men eventually were led back to their homes and families and told their story to them all.
    Barbank, on the other hand, rode back out to the battlefield. Waiting for him was a figure dressed in black on his black horse. Barbank rode closer t the figure.
    "I knew you'd return," said the man.
    "I returned to meet you as well, 76."
    76 grinned. "You chose the wrong side. If you fight for me, I'll give you all the freedom you want in this land. You are indeed a fine mage."
    Barbank's anger began to rise. "I fight for the Light. Nothing else."
    "The war is not over. Parker had territory of mine he wished  to conquer."
    "I'll fight you for it all," replied Barbank. "I'm not the least bit afraid of you."
    "Is that so? We fight with our armies--"
    "No, I fight you alone." Barbank interrupted. "I feel confident."
    "So if I win, I get the land and you can't try to get it? What a foolish choice."
    "I'm a daring person. I'll take you on right now."
    76 chuckled. "You must be joking. Parker nearly died a dozen times just by my weakest attack."
    "So you had a light spot for Parker?"
    "He and I were rivals. Thank you for killing him for me."
    "I killed him for me, not you."
    "Either way, I owe you a price."
    "The land."
    "Ha! I don't give it up that easily."
    "It seems Mike's worth the land to you."
    "I won't give land to the Light. There's just no way."
    Barbank pulled out his sword, still red from battle. "When I'm done with you, you will."
    Both got off their horses and began to duel. As usual, Barbank's sword flared up with Light and 76's sword glare an eerie dark green.
    76 shot out a spell from his sword, hitting Barbank across the face. It was just a mere scratch. Barbank counterattacked with another spell filled with fire and nailed 76 right in the gut. 76 winced in pain.
    Swinging his sword across 76's stomach, weakening him even more, Barbank attacked again.
    76 formed a large green ball with what power he had forming and hurled it over to his opponent. Barbank hit it with his sword back to 76. 76 hit it back to Barbank with full force.
    It had turned into a kind of game. Barbank grinned. He loved games like this. He had played similar ones while training with his father. But this time he fought for  the Light. Though he did remember the tricks of the Dark he had learned. He used them to his advantage.
    The two began hitting the ball of power back and forth faster and faster. Both had speed and agility. For they tried to aim the ball to hit the opponent's side, where the sword could not easily reach.
    The ball eventually began looking like a line of green because it was going so fast and the two were hitting it back to each other so well. The men remained at the same stationary position the whole time. It had been a rule. For if one player moved, they could cheat and use that movement to attack their opponent from another angle.
    76 loved this type of game as well. It had been ages since he played it. It had also been ages since he fought an opponent as powerful and as fast as Barbank. He was amazed by this. But he put forth he best effort at hitting the ball back at Barbank with all his strength. Usually when fighting he didn't have to try. This time he had to.
    Their energy and ball were beginning to slow down. But they still gave it their best effort. Finally, after a long wait, 76 dropped his sword as he hit the ball for the last time. Barbank, in a state of excitement that 76 had given up, launched the ball toward him forcefully, hitting 76 back a couple yards and almost knocking him unconscious.
    Barbank ran over to his opponent. He knew he wasn't dead yet. But he was sure close to it. "By dawn, Clar's flag will rest here. I have won." Barbank stated.
    With his minimal amount of breath left 76 spoke out. "I'm not through with you yet. You will pay in due time. I have many strong mages on my side. They will fight you to avenge my death. My servants are devoted to the Dark. They will not obey you."
    "Then I'll just have to kill them."
    76 chuckled. "They will die in the name of Darkness for me themselves. They don't need you."
    "I offer help to all people to join the Light. They will join me when they have no other place to go."
    "Impossible. Many have died now that I have lost the war."
    "Then Darkness shall be banished from this land."
    "No, there are many mages who would take my place. And wish to conquer as I did. You may have Casmeer and all the land northeast of it. But I have the lands of the south in my name. And you can't claim any one of of them. They are devoted to the Dark."
    "I don't care. I will avenge the Dark for what it has done to me. It has scarred me for life. And that scar will be healed once I be rid of every last bit of you and Darkness."
    76 managed the chuckle again. "Darkness is everywhere, no matter where you go. It's just Light dominates this half of the world. I wish I were living where you came from from. There I can be free and who I am."
    Barbank stuck his blade to the throat of 76. "Darkness will fade." With that, 76 died on his own. The Light from the blade pierced his skin before the blade could.

    Barbank rode on back to the land he had now known to be Clar. First he had to ride through various towns. Many thanked him for what he had done. Of course they did not know he was of Dark blood. But he had made it quite obvious he wanted to fight for the Light.
    When he finally got to the gates of Clar, there was a mob waiting for him, blocking the gate. The people in the villages he passed earlier seemed happy for his presence. He had saved many towns from the control of the villain known as 76.
    The people of Clar seemed angry. Many of the men held spears in their hands in defense. Woman wrapped their arms around their children. The mob stood for miles blocking the gate or any entry what so ever.
    "Who are you?" asked a boy standing partially in front of all the others. They all seemed to be wearing minutemen clothes. They were back up in the army. But the rest had on regular villager attire which was brown slacks and a shirt. Some men had suspenders.
    "I am Barbank Redson, War mage of Light."
    "The Great Queen Ophelia has given us orders not to let you into our territory. You have killed the best general the Light has ever seen. You are to be hung tomorrow morning."
    Barbank looked at them in disbelief. How could they? How could they punish him for doing such a great task? He had done well for the Light by killing their greatest enemy. He felt they should be honoring him, not hanging him.
    "I demand to speak with the Queen." he said, determined to serve justice for himself. "I mean you people no harm. You may even chain me as I walk. I come in peace!"
    The people looked at each other and thought a moment. They really did not want this man to enter Clar. He had killed such a great leader to them. But somewhere inside them, they believed him that he would do no harm. They couldn't explain the feeling. Awkwardness filed the air. No one knew what to do. Barbank had done both bad and good for them. But the faces seemed to enjoy the good he did more at this point.
    Finally, after a long moment of pause, a tall man with long brown hair and a thick mustache walked up and opened the lock for the gate. The gate swung wide open and the townspeople cleared a path for Barbank to walk.
    As Barbank walked down the path, he felt weird. Funny looks popped out at him, making him feel that he was only there because he killed 76, which was basically true. They didn't seemed to greet him.
    The same man who unlocked the gate came up beside him. Then he walked in front of him, motioning for Barbank to follow. Barbank did. With the man guiding him, Barbank at least felt a little better, but he still felt like an outcast.
    A path led them down a thick patch of woods. A wood that was very peaceful and green. Different from what Barbank was used to in the Dark Domain. But the forest gave him a sense of confidence. A feeling that put joy back into what he was doing. He enjoyed fighting for the Light very much. He just had to prove to the people of Clar that he really was a good person. The task, however, would not be easy.