Mountaintop, Twilight, Energy Sworrd

The entire enemy force was running up the mountain, through the only crevice that was traversable on the entire peak. The moon was low in the sky, illuminating only Garion at the middle of the passage and everything behind him. It was as though he were the only one alive, the only one guarding the life of the entire planet behind him. The soldiers in front of him were in complete darkness, as though Garion had eclipsed the moon with his determined passion. The Jikud soldiers, with their tanned skin and dark hair, were seen as actual demons, set to destroy all that is standing in a glowing, holy aura.

Garrion, however, represented all that was unholy on the continent. Everything the Jikud’s represented, he stood against. He believed in the technology made of the effort of one’s mind and body, technology made without the help of Ukon, the creator of all the Jikud knew. He believed in living for the purpose of himself, not the unknowable. Slashing the energy sword created after his years of research, study and development, Garrion stood his ground, the bright yellow glow illuminating him as if he were a true immortal god that not even Ukon was equal to. Garrion had to protect his mountain-top home and his hard-earned way of life. He could not, for the sake of his own life, let the Jikud’s claim his property in the name of the holy Ukon.