They gathered at the base of the Mount Destanus to watch the gods of light and darkness duel.
Their collective dreams had brought them to this place. They had created temples to Brylic, the god of all that was light and good. In these temples, clerics told of how Brylic and Darkur would meet at the base of the mountain and fight for the future of the world.
Deep in a secret cave that ran down to the center of the mountain, Irving and Hal sat on benches, and took their equipment out of their lockers. As they put on their costumes, they occasionally winced as one of the many injuries they had sustained over the eons flared up.
“Okay,” said Irving. “Here’s the story this time around. I’m Braylic, the lord of light and goodness, or something like that. Your name is Darkur. This time they’re calling it Mount Destanus. Get it? ‘Braylic’ sounds like ‘bright;’ ‘Darkur’ is just ‘dark’ with two more letters, and ‘Destanus’ is…”
“Destiny, I get it,” said Hal. “And I’m the heel this time. I’m guessing the bad guy loses again.”
“Afraid so,” said Irving. “They have this thing for the good guy winning.”
“You don’t have to tell me,” said Hal, his body making small cracking sounds as he stretched. “I mean, man, how many times have we done the whole ‘good versus evil’ thing for these people? How many different lands? How many different eras and epochs? I’ve honestly lost count. I have, like, thousands of old costumes back home.”
“Well, at least it beats the neolithic days, when they didn’t leave any nice offerings for us,” said Irving. “Now they leave us gold and stuff.”
“True, that,” said Hal, “and it is kind of cool to wind up in another one of their holy books.”
They stood up.
“I also gotta tell ya though, Irving,” said Hal, “whenever I’m the jabroni in all these epic tales, you never just rub my face in it. You always do that thing where you offer me the chance to join the forces of light, and all the mortals start weeping. It’s a classy move.”
“Right back at you, man,” said Irving.
They hugged.
“Well,” said Irving, “time to give them the show.”
“Yep,” said Hal.
Irving sighed.
“Braylic and Darkur fighing at Mount Destanus.” said Irving. “Don’t you think they could have come up with better names? I know they’ve gotten a lot more advanced, but some of those earlier character names were really catchy.”
“Maybe we can come up with a couple after the match, and send the names down to the next group in their prayers,” said Hal.
“Great idea,” said Irving, “I’d really like that.”
They exited the cave, and lumbered to the mountain’s base, looming over the mortals as if they were ants. Then, as the holy books foretold, Braylic and Darkur charged toward each other like bulls, and the battle for the future of humanity began.
Their collective dreams had brought them to this place. They had created temples to Brylic, the god of all that was light and good. In these temples, clerics told of how Brylic and Darkur would meet at the base of the mountain and fight for the future of the world.
Deep in a secret cave that ran down to the center of the mountain, Irving and Hal sat on benches, and took their equipment out of their lockers. As they put on their costumes, they occasionally winced as one of the many injuries they had sustained over the eons flared up.
“Okay,” said Irving. “Here’s the story this time around. I’m Braylic, the lord of light and goodness, or something like that. Your name is Darkur. This time they’re calling it Mount Destanus. Get it? ‘Braylic’ sounds like ‘bright;’ ‘Darkur’ is just ‘dark’ with two more letters, and ‘Destanus’ is…”
“Destiny, I get it,” said Hal. “And I’m the heel this time. I’m guessing the bad guy loses again.”
“Afraid so,” said Irving. “They have this thing for the good guy winning.”
“You don’t have to tell me,” said Hal, his body making small cracking sounds as he stretched. “I mean, man, how many times have we done the whole ‘good versus evil’ thing for these people? How many different lands? How many different eras and epochs? I’ve honestly lost count. I have, like, thousands of old costumes back home.”
“Well, at least it beats the neolithic days, when they didn’t leave any nice offerings for us,” said Irving. “Now they leave us gold and stuff.”
“True, that,” said Hal, “and it is kind of cool to wind up in another one of their holy books.”
They stood up.
“I also gotta tell ya though, Irving,” said Hal, “whenever I’m the jabroni in all these epic tales, you never just rub my face in it. You always do that thing where you offer me the chance to join the forces of light, and all the mortals start weeping. It’s a classy move.”
“Right back at you, man,” said Irving.
They hugged.
“Well,” said Irving, “time to give them the show.”
“Yep,” said Hal.
Irving sighed.
“Braylic and Darkur fighing at Mount Destanus.” said Irving. “Don’t you think they could have come up with better names? I know they’ve gotten a lot more advanced, but some of those earlier character names were really catchy.”
“Maybe we can come up with a couple after the match, and send the names down to the next group in their prayers,” said Hal.
“Great idea,” said Irving, “I’d really like that.”
They exited the cave, and lumbered to the mountain’s base, looming over the mortals as if they were ants. Then, as the holy books foretold, Braylic and Darkur charged toward each other like bulls, and the battle for the future of humanity began.
