The Doodlemancer

The Doodlemancer:
Prologue:

The rain was beat down heavily on the rock platform as two shadows danced back and forth across it. Occasionally a bolt of lightning would strike and illuminate the platform, occasionally, the two shadows could see each other clearly and strike at each other, occasionally a stream of blood would fly out and land on the rock, mixing with the rain and pouring down the side of the platform.
If a spectator had been there, they would have seen that both of the shadows were not shadows but in fact men, a spectator would have seen that both of the men were heavily injured and a spectator would have seen the unusual dark grey armor on one man and the large pencil the other carried, but a spectator was not present. Both men were near death, the actual combat had truly ended days ago; this was no longer a fight, this was a farce.

The man in dark grey armor smiled as he managed to strike another blow on the man with the pencil, ‘’your move; Doodlemancer ‘’ he said mockingly. The man with the pencil grabbed his shoulder where he had been cut and gritted his teeth as he used his magic to seal the wound, years ago, he would have needed his pencil to do so, now… he had transcended that. ‘’ What could you have gained from this?’’ he asked the man in the dark grey armor, ‘’ you KNEW you couldn’t have the pencil, why did you even try? Now we will both enter the abyss together!’’ The man in the dark grey armor stared at him and laughed, ‘’because: fool... You stole the power that was rightfully mine, if I couldn’t have it, then neither could you’’ he coughed up blood and continued, ‘’You know how the pencil works, with your death it will seek a new owner and I intend to be the one to claim it!’’
‘’But how?’’ asked the man with the pencil and began to cough, a cold darkness crept over him and he heard the man in the armor laugh again, ‘’FOOL! My powers are beyond your imagination, soon the pencil will be mine and I shall destroy it all; the Guardians, The Dragonlords, The Shadowscythe, EVERYTHING!’’ The man in the grey armor continued laughing until he suddenly went silent and fell to the ground; his blood mixing with the rain and pouring down the platform… mingling… united with the earth he had been born in so many years ago...