Pamoon gripped his book tightly as he shivered. The rain was coming down in sheets. The night night's darkness was repelled only by flashes of lightning and the loud blasts of thunderous din. Nobody was traveling if they could help it, and those who were were terrified. Pamoon, however, was not. He could sense how close he was to finding his bookkeeper, and the very thought of finally participating in the sacred battle excited him and made him hold his book ever closer. After a mere week of searching, he would at last find his partner!
The week had not been kind to him. Upon arriving in this strange new world he was immediately attacked by warriors. The precious book became a liability, as it was all he could do to run away. The warriors pursued him, though, and sought to kill him, all the while shouting about servants of a "devil."
Pamoon shivered again. Would his bookkeeper react like that? He had been so excited at the thought of meeting him that he hadn't considered this. Imagine his parent's reactions if he returned first, having been defeated by his own bookkeeper!
He walked on for a long time. The night grew darker, the lightning more frequent, but the rain eased to a simple drizzle. Pamoon saw in the distance, illuminated by the lightning, a towering black structure. He ran toward it, filled with excitement and worry at the same time.
He entered what appeared to be a growing village, surrounded by a simple wooden palisade. He walked past pitifully inadequate huts covered in mud and hay. Animals looked up at him as he walked past, but paid him no heed. Pamoon walked toward the black structure, and found it to be a castle with a half-finished out wall of stone and mortar. He marveled at it for a moment before continuing on. He entered the great oak doors to the keep.
It was pitch black inside. Pamoon bumbled about for a time, edging along the wall, before finding an unlit torch and flint. With his newfound light he inspected the book. He sighed in relief. Though it was quite wet, it was very durable; there was no damage.
He shivered again. The castle was very cold and dreary, the torch the only warmth. He found a stairwell and ventured upward. He heart was pounding; would he be attacked once more? He didn't know, but he could sense his bookkeeper was close, so close!
At the top of the stairs he reached a hallway. He could see more unlit torches and sconces, but did not dare to light them. He walked on for a while and was about to turn a corner when he heard footsteps.
"Who's there?"
A gruff voice. Pamoon was afraid, would he be attacked? But he was filled with a calm sense of completion, and he knew he had found his bookkeeper.
"I said, who is there? I can see your torchlight, you can't hide from me!"
Pamoon took a breath and replied. "My name is Pamoon. I have come to this world to fight a sacred battle, and I need you to help me. You are my bookkeeper: Where you go I must go, for you control my fate."
After a short pause the gruff voice answered again. "Pamoon? What sort of nonsense do you speak of? Show yourself; I cannot stand a charlatan, much less an intruder upon my lord's castle!"
Pamoon turned the corner. He saw by the torchlight a man with a mustache holding a candle, looking as though he could not sleep. The man dropped his candle. "W-what are you?"
"I am a warrior, here to fight a sacred war." Pamoon held the book towards him. "This book belongs to you."
The man took the book and opened it. It began to glow a brilliant yellow. "What sort of writing is this?" The man asked aloud. "I can't read anything... wait... Farusu!"
Several stars appeared in the air above them. The man dropped the book in surprise. "What magic is this?"
"The power to create the king of kings." Pamoon replied, smiling nervously.
"Y-you must be... you have to be..." the man stuttered. "God be praised... an angel under my command!"
Pamoon cocked his head and smiled. He didn't know what the heck an angel was or the heck this God person was, but he could tell one thing: It was better than being a servant of a devil.