The Hero's Final Fall

The people stared and whispered amongst themselves as the stranger passed through the village. He wore a bright red kimono with brilliant blue embellishments. His long, strait, black hair just reached his shoulders. He passed through the village without stopping. When he reached the edge of the village he was facing north and his view was dominated by a large meadow. The autumn grass was orange and gave the meadow an almost enchanted glow in the setting sun. To the west, towering over the village was a mighty mountain and the village rested at its foot.
The stranger looked over the landscape and continued towards the northern sea, barley visible in the distance. He was not ten minutes from the village when he heard footsteps behind him, but when he stopped and turned around there was nobody there. He continued on but soon he heard a low snarling noise behind him. In one fluid motion he stopped, drew his sword, and turned around to face the source of the noise. The razor sharp blade of the katana sliced through the air and stopped with the tip of the lethal blade facing the creature before him. Standing in front of him, just a few good strides away was a foul beast of a demon. It stood a mighty eight feet tall, its long, bloodstained teeth protruded from its putrid mouth. Its yellow eyes looked the hero up and down, as it’s long, bony fingers flexed in anticipation of the ecstasy that was murder.  Its grotesque and horrifying appearance was only made more so by it’s leathery gray/green skin. The wanderer then roared at the demon, “BEGONE foul creature! Return to the pagan hell that is your lair! For on this day the scop shall sing of your banishment or your death!” But the demon was not swayed. It had its mind set on warm blood and it was not going to leave its prey now. It let out a blood-chilling howl and charged at the warrior. The man stood his ground unflinching. When the creature was not a single pace from the blade of his sword the warrior cried out, “So be it!” and as he raised his sword a mysterious arctic wind knocked the creature off it’s feet and froze it’s limbs, rendering it paralyzed. Without hesitation the hero lunged at the beast and swung his sword. The blade glowed red and appeared to burn the very air as flames followed in its wake. The blade cut clean through the creature slicing it in two, and as the blade touched the skin of the creature it caught flame and burned. Before the demon hit the ground it’s entire body was burnt to ash. Ad the warrior sheathed his sword he uttered spoke a prayer in a whisper so soft that only god himself could hear his words.
Then, from a nearby bush emerged a villager, “You killed him!?” he exclaimed in disbelief. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then he spoke, “You must return to our village stranger and let us reward you stranger,” The wanderer accepted the offer and followed the man back to the village. Once there, the villagers held a banquet in honor of the wander. At the beginning of the meal the mayor stood up to toast the hero, “Tell us your name,” he said holding up a mug of ale “So that we may properly honor you.” The hero stood up and spoke for all to hear. “My name is Moyashite Kogoeru” During the feast, while everyone was waiting for dessert, the mayor stood up and addressed Moyashite, “Please, Moyashite, we humbly request that you rid us of a greater evil, the one that sent that vile demon that you slayed.” Moyashite then spoke with caution, “What evil is it that you speak of?” There was a moment’s pause before the mayor answered. “He is an evil sorcerer who dwells atop the mountain. He sends demons and casts spells so that we cannot escape from him. We are trapped in the village while he sacrifices us one by one. I fear that soon we shall all perish.” Upon hearing this Moyashite accepted the offer and prepared to leave in the morning,

It was a difficult task to climb the mountain for the sorcerer had laid many traps for unwanted guests, but the hero Moyashite would not be deterred and so he continued on. Finally, after 5 days of climbing, the hero found the sorcerer’s lair. It was a small shrine of elegant craftsmanship. Gilded designs covered almost every surface of it. The hero marveled at its beauty but was determined not to be swayed by the deceiving appearance. “Sorcerer!” He cried out, “Show yourself! Come out from your lair and face your doom!” Then the sorcerer emerged from the shrine wearing simple blue robes. He looked at the hero and spoke, “Leave me you fool, or I shall be forced to deal with you in a most unpleasant manner.” His voice was calm but harsh. Moyashite wasted no time on words and lunged at the sorcerer. He swung his sword with great speed and strength but the sorcerer had his wits about him and waved his hands in front of him. Before Moyashite reached the sorcerer the ground beneath his feet through hi, aside. Moyashite quickly got to his feet just in time to dodge a fireball cast by the sorcerer. Again, Moyashite charged the sorcerer but again, the sorcerer through Moyashite aside. The hero decided that he must change his tactic if he were to win this battle so instead of charged towards the sorcerer he kept his distance and focused his own magic into the blade of his sword. IT began to glow a red, then orange and then finally a bright white. At the same time though, the very air itself around the white-hot blade seemed to freeze. Moyashite then lunged at the sorcerer but before the sorcerer through him aside Moyashite swung his blade. The blade did not reach the sorcerer and came up a couple feet short but from the blade a double wave of elements was cast. First, a gust of freezing cold air, colder than anything else, blasted towards the sorcerer but he quickly but up a shield of heat to stop it, but following the cold air were flames that seemed to come from hell itself with their intense heat. They broke through the flame barrier and incinerated the sorcerer where he stood. The hero then sheathed his sword and said a prayer before heading back down the mountain.

Upon returning to the village Moyashite announced that he had slain the sorcerer. The villagers let out a gleeful roar that passed through the entire village. “Can it be true? Did you really slay the sorcerer?” The mayor asked Moyashite. “I did’ He replied, “He will not plague you any more” Then the mayor gave out an evil laugh. “You fool!” He said with a malicious tone. “Now you shall die, and then there will be NO ONE to stop us!” Moyashite, confused, then noticed that where the villagers had been, now stood hundreds of the same kind of beast that he had slayed upon leaving the village. “You tricked me!” He exclaimed in disbelief. The monster didn’t say anything, but rather he, along with all the other hundreds of monsters, lunged at the hero. He raised his sword and fought valiantly, but we was weary from his previous battle. He killed many demons in that last battle, but in the end, the demons won and our hero was slain that day in the village of the demons.