Chapter Two

                                    

                                          


                          
Jahim entered the room and looked around him. The room was dark, cold and empty. There was no light and Jahim's flame went out. He sat in the ground and began to meditate. He focused on what his masters and scriptures taught him of Jahrini. They taught of his evil creations, how mighty men fell to Jahrini's temptations, and how Jahrini raged wars against Aatish and his heavenly servants which was called the war of the lords. As Jahrini thought, he heard something. It was wind with in the room. It raged on violently and then it calmed down slowly. "Hello boy, I am Jahrini." Jahim was terrified. Jahrini's voice was rough and uncomfortable. Jahim closed his eyes and focused on what he was taught. "I am the ruler of Jahrin boy, I have dominion over those who have died and I am all powerful. I have granted men their desires and I can grant yours, too." Jahrini walked behind and placed his hand on Jahim's head.
                          
Jahim felt the cold hand on top of him. The long sharp nails on his scalp. He wanted to remove Jahrini's hand, he wanted to beat the lord of darkness and burn him. But he knew if he opened his eyes and spoke to Jahirini it would be over. He would be taken to Jahrin and tormented beyond imagination.
                          
	Jahrini leaned forward to the boy's ear. "I know what you want boy.." Jahrini said. "You don't want to be here, you wish to be in your room. You fear death, you fear dying and never seeing your friends again. To see your mother or father again. But I can grant you what you want. I can protect you. Just pledge your allegiance to me. I can do all you ask." Jahim was uneasy. But he held on strongly to what he was taught. He held on strongly to the scriptures, the prayers he made. He thought of the reward of those who made into paradise. Eternal life, to have what you want answered by Aatish. To never worry, to never get sick, to have your friends and family there. In spite of the dark lord tempting him, he was happy to know that one day if he held onto his faith, he would make it into paradise. And as Jahim thought more of Aatish and ignored the dark lord who was shouting, getting in his face, demanding Jahim say something to him, he heard Jahirini scream in pain. He heard Jahirini scream and curse until his voice was no more and the sound of the door opened. Jahim opened his eyes and created a flame and ran to the door, not wanting to deal with the dark lord again.
                          
	"Finally." Jahim said in relief. He walked through the foggy room. "Master said, I had to face myself but how would I do that?" He asked himself. As he walked around the room a fireball nearly hit him. Jahim turned around and turned his flame into a fireball and looked around for his attacker. Another fireball came from the left and he moved out the way and fired back. He saw a figure come down and Jahim fired countless fireballs at the figure's location. Jahim heard laughter coming from the figure and knew the voice was familiar. The figure held a flame in it's hand and it was Jahim. 
                          
Jahim was shocked for a couple of seconds but focused. "So this is what my master ment." He said to himself. The figure did look like Jahim, same fair skin, same blonde hair, same 5'9 height, same hazel eyes. The copy of Jahim readied a fire ball and prepared fired at Jahim. It was fast. Jahim countered with a circle of fire engulfing him. It didn't harm or burn him. It was Jahim's fire shield, which absorbed the attack and Jahim turned his shield into five fireballs and shot them in all directions of his copy. Jahim's copy received some damage and only managed to dodge the last fireball. Jahim continued his assault. He used his flames to propel himself up and fired three fireballs at his copy. His copy raised a wall of fire that absorbed the damage and then pushed his firewall to Jahim. Jahim used his fire to move out of the way and landed on the ground. His copy clapped his hands together and fired a line of fire together at the ground in Jahim's direction. As the fire came for Jahim's feet, he did a sweep with his foot and re directed the fire away from himself. Jahim punched out countless fireballs around the copy but never hitting him directly. The copy turned around seeing the fireballs surround him wondered what Jahim was doing until it was too late. They had gathered into one massive fireball the size of a large boulder and made its way to the copy. With great speed and power it made contact with the copy. Jahim's copy tried to use his own fire to bounce back the fire ball but it was too late. He tried using a shield but it wasn't strong enough. Jahim looked at his opponent and even though he was tired he managed to let out a couple of laughs.
                          
	"I call it inferno. It's a move I've been developing for some time now. If you were me, you should've known I would have used a move like that." The copy screamed in agony as the massive fireball consumed him. Screams of agony and pain filled the room as the copy was burnt. Jahim had thought he won until he heard the screams of pain turn into rage. Jahim's copy managed to use his own fire and the heat from his body while inside the fireball to get rid of it and it worked. Soon the fireball was no more. Jahim's copy while burnt and weakened was able to walk even if he had some difficulty doing so. Jahim in a rage fired fireballs at his copy. The copy walked forward to Jahim, blocking some of the fireballs while taking some head on. Jahim noticed how dangerously close the copy was getting to him. He must've been healing himself but how could he still have the energy to fight. 
                          
"You can't kill me that easily." The clone said with a evil smile. Jahim moved backwards and gained distance. While Jahim's clone stood still. He stretched out his right hand and created thin lines of fire from his fingertips and as they got closer to Jahim they grew thicker and gained more speed. Jahim blocked them and used his fireballs to counter to them until his clone did the same with his left hand.
                          
	Jahim put up firewall after firewall. Shield and fireballs. But he was getting tired and would soon slip up. He already fell victim to some of the lines of fire and got burnt on his left shoulder. If he didn't think of something soon he would be dead. He couldn't lose. He couldn't afford it. He was still so young and had much to live for. And he wouldn't accept losing to a clone of himself. What would his master say, how would the council react, his friends knowing they lost another, and his parents heartbroken. So Jahim thought fast, he looked at his clone's left leg. It was burnt badly.
                          
Jahim knew what he had to do. He made a firewall and pushed it and then quickly made a fire shield. The clone blocked it and resumed his lines. Jahim began moving towards the clone, as his shield was attacked he slid on the ground and stuck his left arm out pushing him forwards. Jahim came at a blinding speed and with his right hand grabbed the clone's leg and used all his power to burn it. Out a huge fire consumed his leg, the clone screamed in agony and tried to fight back but with his other hand Jahim let out a close range fireball. The clone had to block it and not let his face get burnt. But it was to close and too much for him to handle. After the flames calmed down the battle was over. The clone's leg was burnt to the point there was no flesh visible. No muscle or tissue. Jahim had burnt it to where only the bone could be seen and the clone's hands and arms was damaged so badly. Flesh peeled off. Jahim suffered some recoil but it was nothing he couldn't handle. The fog fogged up the room some more. And Jahim's clone fell on his back. Jahim stood up and prepared to deliver the finishing blow.
                          
He looked at the face of the clone. He saw the desperation in his eyes, he saw the fear, the pain, the hatred he held. "What's the matter?" The clone asked, mockingly. "Can't finish your opponent off? Do you want me to kill you!?" The clone shouted.
                          
Jahim stared at his clone. "You are my opponent but you are also me. You can't fight anymore. I won." Jahim's clone was enraged.
                          
"Oh is that so?! Well if you can't bring yourself to kill me, I'll just kill you!" Jahim didn't know what the clone meant, but the clone smiled and Jahim looked at one of his arms. It was repairing itself from the damage and so were his legs. In that moment, the clone let out a fireball at Jahim's face. Jahim dodged it, receiving a slight burn to his face. He then moved quickly to the clone and placed his hand on the clone's throat and heart and let out a great deal of fire. The clone screamed in anguish once more as the flames were powerful. The clone once more fell to the ground. In pain once more and cried out. This time his body did not repair himself but it slowly  turned to ash. "Mom!" The clone cried out. "Mom! Dad! Anyone! Save me.. please."
                          
Jahim looked at the clone as more of his body turned to ash. "Someone...anyone.. help..... me!" The clone cried out once more. Jahim wanted to help him, but he couldn't, all he could do was look as his opponent faded away.
                          
Jahim looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry." He uttered to his clone. His clone looked at him with disgust and stared at his killer. He couldn't believe that even with the second attempt he had made. Jahim would still show some sort of humanity to his enemy. As Jahim's clone faded away, so did the fog. The door was opened and Jahim began to walk through it. Healing his injuries as he did.