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Guardian of Fear

The mag-drain left the ancient black fallen against a boulder. His opponent, in the ancient Dragon Booster armor, approached him and his shadow fell over the warrior.

“I defeated you now Armeaggeddon.”

“Then why don't you kill me now?” Hissed the fallen warrior.

The Dragon Booster looked down at him and frowned. Then, he looked over his shoulder and whistled. From the surrounding ruins of Ancient City emerged more mag-warriors. The Lightning Booster, the Fire Booster and the Power Booster. Of the five Boosters, only one was missing. The Shadow Booster. More emerged with them. The holders of the ancient armors of Drakkus and Mortis, plus the most important members of the crews, descendants of the old Empires. The dragons snarled at his sight and the once powerful warrior wished he had his League under his command to shut them up. But he hadn't. They had been defeated and ridden off the bonemarks' influence.

“Where is he?” Asked the Lightning Booster.

Of what Armeaggeddon knew, the Booster was still a child, of twelve at the most. He had a bond with the Shadow Booster and was the Dragon Booster's brother.

“Where is he?” Repeated the Fire Booster and the Power Booster nodded.

The Fire Booster was a fiery woman of humble origins that had not chosen her partner. The Power Booster was a friend of the Dragon Booster as well as the Fire Booster. His stubborn side made him a worthy opponent. But the Power Booster was always stubborn, he reminded himself.

“Damn it! What have you done with Moordryd?!” Exploded the Dragon Booster.

Moordryd, the Shadow Booster. He knew him quite well, or he thought so. He was the son of Drakkus and his weakness. Marked by a life of suffering, like the original. Secretive, arrogant and a very good actor. Armeaggeddon thought he was no threat until that day.

“I've done nothing...”

“Liar!”

The Dragon Booster mag-pushed him further into the rock.

“I've done nothing!”

“Then where is he?” Asked the Power Booster.

“I don't know.”

The Boosters didn't believe him, nor did the crew leaders or the oldest warriors who watched impassive from their titanic dragons. He remembered a time when his dragon was as powerful as they. He'd give his bonemark the younger Paynn and now...

“Then say what you know.” Hissed Drakkus.

The father was worried, somehow. Did he care? Not even Armeaggeddon knew. He cared yes, but was it in fear of losing his son or another important weapon?

“He came to me, not a long time ago and fought me.”

The Boosters tensed. They thought he had killed him. They were so wrong. No, not in a million years would have Armeaggeddon would have killed him. He wasn't capable of so.

“But before he gave me this.”

He threw the objects he had been hiding in his hand to the Dragon Booster’s feet. The Boosters gasped and the ancient mag-warriors flinched. The objects that gave the power to the Shadow Booster laid at his nemesis feet. Broken. The gauntlet had a crack that ran up its full extension, making it useless. The amulet no longer had that characteristic light of mag-charged objects, a beautiful light vaguely noticed Armeaggeddon. A trail of deep dents crossed its once polished surface, it seemed like a dragon had bit it. The Dragon Booster picked up the amulet from the mud with trembling hands after a meticulous examination of the amulet, as if searching for any proof that it was fake, he turned his attention to Armeaggeddon. For him, it was a proof that he had killed the Shadow Booster. Oh no, he hadn’t.

“For the last time...” He trailed off.

“And he defeated me.”

Now, he had caught them. Not even the mighty Dragon of Legend had dreamed of it and not in it’s wildest nightmares had Drakkus even thought of it. It was like receiving a mag-blast full in the face. Armeaggeddon had actually received of those. It had hurt him a lot. Hell, it had burnt his face! The Boosters hadn’t noticed he was wearing his full helmet yet. He had vaguely conscience of it as well.

“He then said he was going to face a stronger opponent since he could defeat me easily. He said the only thing he had to say was: Look out with the wraiths.” He smirked when he recorded the battle that had changed his perception of the world.

Moordryd fighting with hollow eyes. And Decepshum. Decepshum had a hole where the Visox should have been. He reminded himself of a rule about bonemarks. When a dragon separated itself from a absorbed bonemark by another mean than death, he didn’t of any thought, the bonemark would disappear into raw mag-energy.

“The Visox is no longer. The Vision Line has faded. The Time of Wraiths has come.”

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