The Rage of Kadaji

Well, it seems I finally wrote it. I don’t think  it turned out like I originally wanted, but still its something.

Kadaji looked down into the bowl with water and smiled to himself. This was absolutely ridiculous! The gajin were fighting amongst themselves and hunting themselves like baby calves on the hillsides. He threw his head back and laughed at the sun. He would bring down the sun when he was god, oh he would make everyone suffer! He would make the Sultans and the Caliph beg for mercy and he would KILL THOSE GAJIN if they couldn’t stop fighting each other! He hated them! Stupid gajin, this was annoying, he could tear them apart, why wasn’t his dimwitted creation of a Hunter putting them in place, hadn’t he given him enough reason to see this through?!

In his sudden rage he forced the energy into him – all these tricks the gajin had, it was not fair for them to know so much when he knew so little – and forced the swarming chaotic dots into one single point in his hand. He looked at his burning hand, the flesh was unaffected, it intruiged him that it was possible to hold fire without being burned. It was stupid! That was what it was! It wasn’t possible to hold fire, this was not fire! He made a sudden hand movement and fire leapt from his hand through the air and onto a camel that started screaming when its fur started burning. He laughed at the sight when the ishin tried to put out the fire and the camel danced around being calmed down by some other ishin.

What was he doing? Yes, he was waiting for his sham’ta to solve this situation and just go get his other keys. Yes, he needed the keys, the keys and the sacrifice. It made him giggle thinking about the sacrifice he was to make to The Guardian of Macabre. His giggle turned into a hiss when a gajin suddenly started to fight his Hunter. Why didn’t the hunter kill that insolent fool! He forced fire to his hand again, NOT FIRE – BURNING STONE, and punched it straight into the bowl and the water evaporated instantly and the shallow golden bowl started to shoot purple sparks around it. Someone grabbed his shoulder, but Kadaji killed him. He wasn’t one to sacrifice, and stared down at the melting bowl. Now he couldn’t see what his sham’ta and his Hunter was doing.

He growled and spun around starting killing ishin and imam. They hadn’t prevented this, he hated them, everyone would burn, even Mars would burn! Oh how she would burn!