my book

IMMORTAL WRATH

BY T. G. Mumford

Chapter 1

Joseph

My name is Samuel Fronmor I wish I never had met Nokoli Dron, I wish I never apprenticed to blade master Arklorn Noll, I wish I never had accepted immortality, but I did and now I am the worlds only 800 year old teenager. When you live through 8 long lifetimes in your prime studying combat 24/7 you get good. I fought with the Spartans. I was there at Waterloo. I was at George Washington’s side all looking like a teenager. I can slice bullets out of the air with a 20 pound broadsword, kill 20 men with my pinky and swim across the Atlantic in a day, cross the U.S.A in half that time. I never get tired I can bend steal with my bare hands. But a guy has to eat and I can’t. Food turns too ash in my mouth that is the price. I would let my self crumble into dust for a big Mac and some A&W root beer. So I push my body over the edge I’ve done stuff that would kill me. Where the story begins I’m about to jump off the Grand Canyon at midnight. I leap and a hand grabs me I turn and their is my fellow immortal Joseph Booth “you’ve been avoiding me” Joseph states “we’ve been together since Waterloo”

“Sorry its just you have the annoying habit of trying to save my immortal hide” I reply

Suddenly Josef leaps over the side taking me with him. I smashed into rock.

“Warn me when you…” then I see the two darts stuck in his leg. He pulls the darts out of his leg and mutters “hermos ginti” and the tiny wounds close.

“How are you?” I ask

“I’m sleepy”

He groans

“Norvild mcsnutserhousen”

A cave opens up I take him inside

“Selmorten”

He says as a man in a black 3 piece suite arrives in a helicopter just in time to see the cave close.

“Joseph” I say

“Its time for me to tell you who I am and how I became immortal.”

Chapter 2

I make Excalibur and prove that the silver bullet is a load of nonsense

“I was once apprenticed to a blacksmith name of Nokoli Dron. Villagers say he was a dark mage. I did not believe it. He was a master of creating blades. I was a youth who after failing to secure an apprenticeship with a blade master I became an apprentice blacksmith I was becoming quite good at the trade. I made maces, axes, and spears; but I excelled at making swords. At this I began to surpass my master. Warriors far and wide came to receive my weapons. A month before my apprenticeship was over my master asked me as one final test to forge a hollow blade no (hilt he empathized) that was just as durable as one of his normal swords. I did as he asked.” Suddenly Joseph groaned and then a howl of delight resounded.

“I did it” a voice yelled it came from Joseph I instantly knew what it was

“Possessor level 99.9” I said

“Hanez the worlds only 100” replied the joseph/hanez “I can posses anyone”

“Except for an immortal” I quipped as he screamed. Joseph chucked “I haven’t done that for a while”

“If I am correct 100 is as high as the scale goes”

“Yep But you know that”

“Now no more toying with the possessors I’m telling you a story”

“Sorry”

I was 14 and already I was going to graduate when I went out for a walk I saw who people had stared calling the wonderful mister dron I went in after him but slyly so he would not know I was fallowing him. Inside one big laboratory with bottles and test tubes and much more stuff. Two men were taking

“This will make you invincible” stated a voice

“Immortal” my master asked hungrily”

“No you can’t be killed in battle”

“Then I will make life a battle”

“Remember the sword is what makes you invincible just pour the liquid in the cavity.”

“You will have to bring it to me for the sealing ritual.”

“Ritual?”

“It won’t help the sword but it means the sword can only be used by you’re children.”

“Let’s go get the sword” As they left. I sunk into the room on the table was a bottle labeled drought of immortality never-ending life at the cost of food and drink none of these may be consumed or the holder dies no pain felt untested I like a fool drank it. The sensation was amazing almost painful. It felt like I was drinking a liquid inferno. Heat coursed though my body. Then ice then heat again. That was the turning point of my life. I stole the bottle labeled combat enhancement burned down the lab and fallowed the instructions. I called the weapon Excalibur. The rest is a myth. I fought with it for a long time. When it was nearly stolen I threw it in to sea off the cast of Florida. It is now guarded by the tribe of sea serpents. In the short time it took me to tell my tale Joseph had recovered.

* * *

We ran out of the cave ready for a fight and we got it. A half a dozen assorted vampires and werewolf’s be were waiting for us. I killed the first one with a single kick Joseph right behind me with a lighting left hook. The next wolf wasn’t done with drawing his revolver when my switchblade got him. I ripped the last wolf standing esophagus out with my right hand. Throwing my knife at a vampire with my left just as Joseph took a bullet in-between the eyes it ricocheted into the vampire’s heart. I chuckled taking down immortals with guns. You need a sword. “I’ve got one” out of nowhere appears Arklorn Noll. He’s 6 foot 4 broad in the shoulders with brown black eyes and jet black hair. Joseph looks into his eyes with intense white-blue eyes. He saw something

“Run” he mutters I take of like a spooked hare only much faster some how immortals don’t make sonic boom and disobey other laws of physics. Like running over houses traffic and jumping out of the Grand Canyon. For some reason Arklorn didn’t follow us. As we ran I told the following tale

Chapter 3

The world finds me

Arklorn Noll was a sword master of no small renown. I was a legend when I met him. The name Samuel Fronmor was feared by bandits, looter and pillagers world wide. One day I was sprinting threw town after a group of bandits I had them cornered weapons were drawn I swung Excalibur shearing throw sword and shield and bone ducking and jumping and kicking simultaneously two hasty slashes finished the job. Noot bead a heavily accented voice said from behind me. Not bad I translated he nodded vigorously “not bad at all” “I’m a freelance any idea where I could get a job?” “You’re too young” “I’m 35” “what a blistering pack of balmy lies” instead of replying I leap doing quadruple back flip bowing curtly ok he says I my have a position I apprentice with him for 4 years not aging a day either of us one night I wake too him stuffing pudding down my throat it turns too ash. He looks startled. I punch him in the face draw my sword and hold it too his neck and out of nowhere three men In Greek armor appear all three draw swords. “Name” one growl

“Samuel Fronmor” I reply

“Impudent fool” he hisses I could “kill you with a word now”

“Try I say”

“Impertinent wretch DIE anovonlyon”

“Um is something going to happen” I say. The man is instantly hog tied by his companions.

“Sorry good sir I wish we could have prevented that.”

“Who are you?” I ask not taking my eyes of Arklorn Noll.

Keepers of the magical law he replies”

“We can take care of him” I hand him over as he swears to take revenge on me. I say to the Greeks

“What are the magical laws?”

“Come with me” he reply’s I follow them

“you see a long time ago wizards and the like especially immortals went about killing dragons and slaying trolls with out a care so a wise man stopped it and made us to enforce the laws”

“Made” I questioned

“Yes made, we are sormerghs (SO-MURGS) equal to the legendary freelance immortal Samuel Fronmor in combat.” He stopped

“Your name was it Samuel Fronmor”

“Yes care to have a go”

“Ok” he smiled he drew his sword and leapt at me. I swung my forearm into his wrist breaking it lashing out with a front kick to his chest. He rolled backward hoping up to his feet. There was an audible crack as the broken wrist healed itself. Had enough I chuckled yes he replied the sormerghs are content. As we went on, we traveled for days threw a dark tunnel. The sormerghs slowed here.

“A cave worm resides here.”

“Could we kill it?” I asked.

“If you w-w-w-want.” I slew the cave worm and the rest is personal don’t go their

Chapter 4

The fire demon

We suddenly were hurled off the track a huge crater In the ground out came a elemental fire demon red skin that looks like rock purple eyes and covered in veins of molten magma (hot lava) rhino horns,

9ft tall I leaped upward swinging my foot into the back of its head all it did was sent myself into space Joseph sprinted in-between it’s legs and was off I fallowed we were in Florida home sweet home I loved Florida I snatched a orange of a tree and tossed it to Joseph

“Do we need Excalibur” I asked

“Yes we do” he replied crack the fire demon was back it hurled a fire ball at me I leapt up and over rolling to my feet

“That thing doesn’t give” up I quipped I leapt up kicking the back of its knee swinging into a orange tree monkey-style Joseph spat on it’s back making it turn I leapt from the tree grabbing it’s horn kicking it in the face the horn broke I preformed a backward roll and stabbed it with its own horn it fell backward with a thump dead we sprinted on uneasy worried

* * *

“They were here” black rose was a tracker and a good one at that Coavin rye smiled

“Why did they stop” he asked

“Fronmor took an orange tossed it to booth and was attacked by a fire demon”

“How do you know it was a fire demon?”

Black rose pointed to the carcass

“That”

“Sorry Hon” rye hurled a fire ball at rose.

Rose rolled out of the way twisting a ring it melted into a sword rye drew a sword of his own rose swung her sword in a murderous ark rye leaping out of the way. Rose and ryes hilts locked rose drew her derk and stabbed rye. Rye gasped “I see in 30 seconds I will die I fought for power you fought for the grater good tell them Arklorn wants Excalibur he wants to raise an army of the dead tell them he died before he could finish her sword melted back into her ring

“I’ve get a job to do she ran off dogging trees”

* * *

Thomas r. gun known as Tommy good mage who worked in the dark arts he had stayed 27 threw a age-slowing spell he had found when he was sixteen old as he was he wasn’t immortal and had no wish to become one he was in Florida retracing the steps of his hero Samuel Fronmor when Samuel (me) himself appeared Tommy said

“You’re not fifteen”

“You’re not twenty-seven”

“I’m a hundred and three”

“I lost count some 300 years back”

“You’re him”

“Who”

“Samuel Fronmor”

“Yes”

“Tommy, Tommy gun”

Black rose appeared from the under brush

“Nokoli dron is after Excalibur”

“You are”

“Black rose”

My brown eyes flashed white for a second pure white then I spoke

“we are all warriors strong and swift we all have skills and we all have weaknesses we all share a common enemy Tommy wants revenge for his wife, rose her brother, Joseph’s father and mother I had no less than seven brothers two sisters my mother and father and eight close friends killed by his sword it’s time to make things right I swear upon the soul of my father that I will see Nokoli dron dead. Do you stand with me?”

“Aye” three voices joined together

“Let’s go” I said and we were off

Chapter 5

War, my life

Tommy hugged the Thompson sub-machine gun close to his chest. His job was to kill anyone who followed me onto the island we move from him as he saw no action. Dragons bowed as I came to the center of the island. A large male dragon met me. I began the ritual.

“I am Samuel friend of dragon”

“I am Domand King of dragon”

“I ask for gift given for protection” the asking was over now I had to prove that I was worthy the dragon charged me I grabbed the tail swinging him into the ground.

“You are worthy” he groans I let go his neck shudders Excalibur rolls onto the ground I pick it up and it lets out a happy hum I bow to the dragon thank you he gives me a rare smile “you're welcome” he rumbles suddenly rose’s voice yells “hostiles griffins and sorcerers” Domand yells “to battle” dragons fly up everywhere I run up Domand and as he fly’s up I leap up off his head catch the leg of a low flying griffin kick the sorcerer off and grab the reins he turns to me “thank you”

“it was a weak binding spell” “simple binding spells can be broken by forcefully removing the rider from the beast) we flew off I leapt from back to back freeing griffins and killing sorcerers Excalibur seemed to rejoice in the bloodshed. Arklorn Noll swung his griffin to meet mine I leapt to a standing position he swung at my legs I jumped kicked him in the head and stabbed him though the chest he fell of taking Excalibur with him we had won the fight but they had gotten Excalibur. * * *

Tommy heard the cry he ran out on to the battle felid he pulled the trigger on his gun a spray of bullets took down dozens of sorcerers. His gun ran out of bullets Tommy swore, a half dead sorcerer landed at his feat Tommy grabbed him and sucked the energy from the body a dark glow covered his body he converted the energy into black lightning swinging the probing tendrils of power when a sorcerer was touched the life was sucked from their body and used to fuel the lightning then as suddenly as it began the battle was over we had won, but they had Excalibur.

* * *

Late that night Joseph walked into my tent

“What are we going to do?”

“I don’t have the foggiest idea”

“We have an army of vengeful dragons”

“They have an army of the undead”

“Do we attack?”

“I’ll sleep on it”

“I hope you can come up with something”

“Hope” I say thinking of my father my mother my family all dead “hope is a brutal illusion’’

Chapter 6

I dream I’m in a hall filled with legendary weapons. I see Excalibur and reach for it and it dissolves in mist it happens again and again. I reach for a new sword excepting it dissolve into mist but it doesn’t I look at it and see the tooth of a jabberwocky inlaid in the handle the vorpol blade I realize. From a rack four weapons (a axe a sword a mace and a trident) melt into the faces of my companions. Dugan I look with wonder at the face of my brother then I wake up. I bring our little band of adventurers together.

“They have all the aces” Tommy says

“I don’t see how we can pull this one off” rose adds

“We go for a royal flush: the vorpol blade, the sword of air, the axe of stone, the mace of fire, and the trident of water.” I say

“It would work if there were five of us but we have but four.”

“What about me” Dugan asks I charge and hug him crying tears of joy.

“Dugan your alive” I sob “I thought you were dead I was told he killed you I’m so happy you live”

“Hush little brother” he whispers “we still need to avenge mother, father, nick, Seth, and Josephine”

“The rest are alive!”

“No most of the rest died form natural causes”

“Most?”

“Your twin Milo is in a magical coma you die he dies Nokoli dron dies he wakes up.”

“Lets blow this Popsicle stand” Joseph says we all grunt our assent.

* * *

Extract from the journal of Joseph booth

Sam has changed sense waterloo. His anger was closer to the surface. I remember meeting him on the battle field a tall youth with an amazing flair for swordsmanship nobody knew who’s side he was on and why he did not have a gun or for that mater why he wasn’t dead. And of course no one paid any attention for more than a millisecond, No one except me. After the battle he went down a tunnel I fallowed that was the worst and best decision of my life. Some days I play it over in my mind if I had known what I now know I don’t know I was already immortal and knew it and thought that he was too. I don’t know now I would follow him to the end of the word and back but only to make sure that doesn’t jump off. I found his writings, a tale of our adventure so far he left out his rage his want his all consuming desire for vengeance. I thought he had recovered. That is until he spoke that line “hope is a brutal illusion” that man once so powerful so strong so free has died. Imbedded so far into the depression and misery that even the return of his long-lost brother; Dugan and the news that his twin Milo is alive is not enough to bring him back it is time that the man that the fabled figure king Arthur of Camelot was based on return, oh how I wish he would because the world needs him dearly if the warrior does not come back were all going to die for the sake of my old friend Samuel Fronmor and the world I wish he would come back oh come back my friend come back we all need you all of us. Please. Return.