The blight - The paladins

The paladins



I awake and look around looking for something to rest upon, when I hear very plainly in the once silent crypt, the cacophony of hooves hitting dirt and gavel and the clatter of chain and plate mail.

“Damn” I wheeze under my breath, as the clatter of metal draws closer

I turn over and lie on my back to stare at the crumbling ceiling and attempt to make, will my ancient mind to come up with a somewhat decent and resilient plan, when the ominous noise of the approaching doom stops, and the footsteps begin.

I rise and stumble, and crawl to a coffin and tumble inside face down and stop my breathing. I hear the rich, bold, vindictive voices reciting unknown incantations into the deep opaque black.

“Do you suppose that that the vile thing is in here” said one of them in a whiny high pitched snarl.
“Well I know one good way to find out” he said in a low rich laughing voice.
I risked a look to find this paladin holding a blazing ball of fire and light in his hands.
Now I must say one thing about paladins, they say they work for the light. They give their reasons for their actions as if a god itself presented them. They are not from the light. They are however powerful, and well, mean to say the least. The most they know about the light is how to bend it to do their malevolent deeds they are not from the light and they are certainly not from god sent.
The paladin tosses the ball of light mass from one hand to the other and laughs
      “why don’t we see” he says with a deep, bold, wicked voice.
He drives his hands together violently around the ball and archaic symbols crawl and wind up his gleaming plate armor. Burning flames danced from his arm, then, quiet suddenly, he punched the ground. Fire and rock erupted from the ground and exploded from the walls with cataclysmic fury.
I quickly and patiently raised my hands and close them together and concentrate immediately feeling the ancient power surge through my arms. Snow and ice flow around me in some invisible current and my body turns to liquid ice. I raise myself out of the coffin and solemnly walk toward the paladins. The ground starts to freeze with every step I take toward my now horror stricken pursuers.
“Shit-shit-shit” they in trembling voices as they stumble and trip over themselves.
“Who the ruddy hell are you” Asks the whiney one in an ignorant and almost annoying tone.
“People call me blizzard for obvious reasons” I say as I point to my solid ice figure my shining robes with flakes of snow and the trail of ice that followed me from the coffin.
“Of all the crypts we had to look in to find that damn undead rogue you had to pick one with a risen one didn’t you” Yelled the whiney one while he slapped his now extremely shaken companion on the back of the head.
“This isn’t my fault” he said as he hit the other guy back.
“Why do you slaughter those like me, why do you slaughter my friends, and why are you here” I command in an icy tone.
“I don’t have to explain to you” he says as he draws his blade.
“I don’t believe you understand” I say as I walk toward him again “your outclassed outmatched and fighting to lose” I touch his blade gently and it begins to freeze then I forcefully grab the now trembling blade and shatter it. The once proud paladin quickly recedes. And his bold but not so very bright companion takes his place but with a little more vigor. He quickly raises his sword to strike and I grab his chest and lift him in the air, his sword now lying on the ground below him he screams.
“Now I want to know why you slaughter my friends, why you slaughter those of my race” I say as he spits in my face, the spit rapidly turns to snow and blows away in the artificial wind. “Apparently you don’t understand the magnitude of the trouble that you’re in” I say coldly. I raise him further into the air and start to concentrate on the hand holding him in the air channeling archaic energies into it. Ice starts to crawl from my hand and onto his plate armor inch by inch it starts to reach his face and hands. It freezes the fire that once danced from his armor. He screams again and starts to flail and kick at me. I slam him into the crypt wall with great rage and fury I say “Now do you understand?”
“I hunt you because my society deems your “race” monsters and abominations created by the scourge king”
“Who hunts me?” I say with even more rage at his previous statement.
He laughs with increased volume in my face, I quickly slam him into the crypt wall, and pieces of the ceiling fall down around us as the air leaves his lungs turning his once loud laughing into hoarse coughing. I then waited for the coughing to subside.  
“Who hunts me” I scream into his face with increasing fury.
“Everyone” he says through his wheeze “The temple ordered every man, woman, and child to hunt your kind”
I dropped him and watched him fall onto the icy floor. I slowly turned to look at his friend and saw him crumpled up lying on the frozen floor
“He fainted” said the recently dropped one in disgust. Then he got up to his feet and stared in a rather bitter and defeated way at me and I smiled back at him. Somewhat enthralled by my actions he turned and looked at his friend.
“What will you do with us?” he said softly but solemnly.
“I will spare you and you will be free to go” I said in an almost kind tone still having the underlying coldness instilled in my words
“What?” he said in a bewildered tone.
“I will spare you” I repeated.
“but your kind never give that kindness to their fallen enemies” He said.
“What do you know about my kind” I said in a bitter tone “You know only what the temple feels it is necessary for you to know”
“Then enlighten me” He said.
“The crimes that you hunt us for are made by criminals, not by the whole of my race and society; they wrong us more than they wrong you”