The morning was still. A mist was rolling off the sea. Drenwulf felt a cold, terrifying, feeling. He realized that he had felt this every day of his life. The Darklings radiated fear. He knew they were close by, the elves did too. They clutched their weapons and glanced into the mist. It slowly came apart. A group of Darklings was walking up the beach, the ebony black blades and weapons casting horrible shadows. Drenwulf recognized the one that had killed his mother, he felt anger pulse through his emancipated body. The Darklings stopped, the black robes settling around them. His crowned head slowly searched them.
"Why have you come here?" Rinyen asked, stepping forward. He wore armor that shone like gold.
"You know what we have come for," the Darkling answered. "I am Dacagoth, king of the Darklings. I have come for the ring."
"The Moon Ring has the power of the light of the moon," Rinyen answered. "You are the essence of Darkness, it is not yours to wield. You shall not have it! Go back to your holes!"
"I won't leave until I have it!" Dacagoth sneered. He drew his blade with a rasping sound. It was a long curved saber, laced with crimson. He pointed it at the sea. The mist blew back, revealing a fleet of black ships. They heard the creaks and the screams of the slaves as the ships approached the island.
Rinyen's eyes narrowed. "We will destroy you if you dare even set foot on this island. Behold, we have prepared for this!" A fleet, shining like the sun came over the horizon and prepared to attack the dark fleet form the back. Dacagoth was silent. He turned back towards Rinyen. Suddenly, he viciously swung his blade at Rinyen's head. Rinyen did not move. The blade ran off his armor. Rinyen looked toward the sky. A golden beam seemed to emit from him. He rose off the ground. He held out his hands, and flashes of yellow light began to flash around them! Dacagoth's eyes began to grow brighter. They focused on a nearby elf. He fell, as if crippled. Dacagoth focused on Rinyen, but his eyes could not penetrate Rinyen's focus. Dacagoth raised his sword. It began to vibrate as if gaining power. A cloud of black smoke began making wraiths around it. Suddenly, the flashes grew from Rinyen's hand! The beams shot into the Darklings! They fell, their robes fell empty to the ground and their weapons clattered onto the stone. The smoke from Dacagoths sword blows around them, creating a strong wind! Rinyen fell to the ground, tired. Dacagoth focused his eyes on them.
"Now you will witness true strength!"
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