Yipion - part 3

Being a passionate student of the Flux, Yipion had read nearly every book in the Library, but he had never read about those monsters, or even any semblance of the energy they emitted. A dark, powerful energy that drained the very life essence of those touched by it. Yipion now understood what the voice had always said about the ‘pigs’.

They were not from that World. He had to act.

Looking over the shoulder at the putrid Tomuy, Yipion left and up the mountain he rode. The Black Mountain was one of the biggest peaks of the World. It and its sister, the White Mountain had been crafted by the Eagle, a mighty creature said to have two spirits, one dark and evil, and one kind and good. It liked to sit and watch the mountains, as to please both its sides.

The ground was ashen, as if a big ball of fire had rolled over the hills and scorched the surface. Yipion felt grimmer and grimmer as he rode the steep slopes. Avoiding the roads, he had to leave his horse, unfit for rocky terrain. From then, every step he took was a risk, but with it a cry of hope was shouted.

He saw the enemies in the distance, behind the trees, in their huts and outposts. He realized their evil nature. Creatures conjured for some dark purpose. He could kill them if he wanted, but he knew just who was up there, up the hill. The one he had to kill, and he would need all his might to take upon the master of the Warlords.

For a few days Yipion climbed, and climbed. Until he was found.

Hell broke loose. Battle raged on the hill, as Yipion tried to climb it further and further. The voice helped him, singing powerful enchantments as they ran. Enemies fell and rolled down the mountain. Others attacked their brethren, and rocks loosened from beneath their feet.

“Boy! Another!” the voice yelled inside his mind. It referred to a massive winged creature gliding down the mountain. Its neck was longer than the body, the skull exposed: no eyes, only sockets, its thousand teeth sharp as blades. Up its body lay small towers and nests rid with enemies using long range weapons and attacks. It was a flying fortress. It seemed somehow similar to the ones which attacked Yipion in the tent, with the same kind of scales and limbs full of eyes, teeth and labia. Except this one was bigger, much, much bigger. It could carry ten of the others in its mouth. A true behemoth.

Yipion was perplexed, the sight of the monster terrifying. And so he called upon the spirit Ol-amâ once again, and it heeded.

The beast came flying down on Yipion, but quickly rose again, as if stung by a burning spear. Yipion could only think of the army around him, but the voice was taking care of it with powerful spells. And so Yipion once again called upon Ol-amâ, and this time, he imbued his sword with the spirit’s power. With a giant leap, he landed on the beast’s bone head, and ran up its neck as it tried to shake him off. On his torso stood thousands of enemies, ready for the battle. But the trio decided there was no battle to be had, and with a mighty stomp, Yipion blew the dark soldiers off the behemoth’s back. It was time to end it.

Ol-amâ was once a great magician, which cleansed the minds of the impure, people who thought bad thoughts and wished naughty wishes. He was a protector of the good and on his account the World was countless times saved from itself. He wished no harm to anyone, only to put people’s minds to peace, unite them with nature and the beauty of the World. Now he continued his fight against evil, on a much larger scale. In his time there were no demons or giant aberrations like the one his master stood upon. But he was up to the task.

The power Ol-amâ channelled into the sword was a pure one. One that was crafted to convert evil spirits, and bring them to the light. And so, as Yipion struck the beast right between the shoulders, it poisoned the monster’s body with mystic energy, shutting down its nasty essence.

With the power of Ol-amâ, the beast was dominated, and now controlled by it. Yipion thanked the spirit, but it had its own agenda. To survive, spirits need life force. An energy only living things can provide them. Yipion fell to the floor, weakened. The voice tried to heal him, but it would take months for the prince to recover from such a payment.

What mattered now was that the beast was under their control, namely the voice’s, for it had seized its mind and spirit.

The enemy army fled in fear, and from behind the mountaintops came more behemoths, huge, wings wide spread. They would easily be conquered, and soon the battle would be won. There was only one thing left on Yipion’s mind: Hamut.