Just in case the title didn’t slap you across the face with this fact enough: I really shouldn’t be writing this right now. I have a metric ton of other things that need my attention, and these things have strict deadlines. They will get done by those deadlines, but first I need to transfer this scene out of my head, and this seems a good as place as any to host it. The following a scene is an excerpt from the second book in my eternal pet project, the Mystic Realm Chronicles.
The blade was sharp and the strike was true. Steel bit deeply into coarse flesh, carving a yellow swath across the creature’s leathered skin. The yellow taint shone in the moonlight as the Angel raised the sword again to end the beast. The sound of sizzling was lost to his senses, as was the odor of something burning. Both realizations, and their implication, found their way through his concentration a moment too late. The blade was already lodged in the foe’s thick skull, where it was rapidly melting.
“Damnare.” The Angel grunted irritably when the blood splatter covering his chest and face began to burn as well. He shrugged off his tunic while he backpedaled frantically. He had made a foolish move, perhaps fatally so had he been a lesser mystic. He now had no weapon and three more foes closing in him.
“You idiot!” A feminine voice chided from the shadow of the massive oak behind the Ghouls. A distinct clicking sound could be heard over the creature’s a shuffling, and they froze in response. Acting as one, the group turned to round on the source of the mechanical sound. Lightning flashed three times, followed by three claps of thunder, and the three Ghouls fell into a convulsing heap. Except it was not lightning that had flared, nor thunder that had boomed. The Angel knew what made the light and the sound, and it was not something from this world.
“You can put the gun down. You are safe now.” He stated in what was the best effort he was going to make at being soothing. He was not afraid of the bullets. That fear was beneath him.
“I was never in danger, Rani” The voice challenged from the darkness, but she was edging closer as she continued to talk. “I expected better from you. You didn’t recognize they were Earth Ghouls; it was sloppy.” The Angel was confused, but the familiar note in the voice drove the confusion from his thoughts as she leaned closer to his face and her smile widened.
“Aerie?” Rani said in the same moment that the figure burst from the shadows to dash into his arms. The warmth of her body was a welcome one against his on this cool night as she embraced him tightly. The brilliance of her smile pushed all over concerns away. She had changed so much since he had seen her last; she was now so confident and competent. It was still her, though, and that was all that mattered. It was Ara.
“Sister, it’s been too long.” She hesitated then, and for a moment her smile faltered. She examined him then, and pushed away slightly until he lowered her to the ground. Her smile returned a moment later, but it was not the same. Clearly she had not needed, or wanted, to be reminded of the time they spent apart. She met his eyes again and her features melted into deathly seriousness.
"If you ever leave me like that again, I will kill you."