This takes place in the holy land after the 2nd colossus was beaten. A second warrior appeared on the scene and carried a blade that possibly was stronger than the blade carried by the wanderer. The warrior's intentions were unknown to Dormin and the wanderer as his mind was strong and not even Dormin could penetrate his mind.

I do not own SotC or any of the characters in it. I only own a copy of it and this fan fiction. As well as a ps2 and controller to play it!

Beware; there will be lots of language throughout the story."

A Fool and a Warrior

The nameless warrior walked down the dark paths of the great staircase. His scimitar at the ready by his side, ready to unleash hell upon any fool that crosses paths with the warrior.

The Darkness was ready to engulf any foolish wander to pass by Dormins' domain. He sensed the warrior approaching so he split his form into 3 demonic forms of pure shadow. The warrior was a few steps now…

…The warrior was ready and lashed out at the first form, cutting a gash right though the shade. It fell to the ground, black blood pouring from the form. The other 2 pounced against the warrior; each in turn got run through by the shear force of this warrior and his blade.

Dormin stared at this warrior, sensing great power from the blade the warrior carried, maybe even greater than the blade that the wanderer carried. Maybe he could turn this power into a second weapon and make 2 storehouses for Dormin to keep their essence within.

"Who are thee and what art thou doing in the forbidden land!?"

"I am here of my own accord and have no motive to share my reasons with anyone at the moment. You can do with me as you please and toss me aside if you want. I just have to reside here for a while."

Dormin remains silent for a moment trying to place what was so familiar about that sword. "Well, there is a wanderer who shall return before too long. You will aid this wanderer in his task and I will allow thee to stay."

The warrior approached the girl who lay upon the alter. He examined her and placed her as dead, he then walked over to examine the pile of rubble.

Before too long the wanderer appeared onto the ground, a few shadow stood around him. The warrior approached the wanderer and examined him. His face was slightly pale and had black blood all over his body.

The warrior then witnessed the 2nd statue fall into a pile of rubble. The warrior then made a guess that the wanderer was responsible for the destruction of the statue. The wanderer started to stir after the statue fell into a pile of rubble.

"Thy next foe is…" the warrior interrupted.

"Don't bother; this wander wouldn't understand your riddle. It's basically a giant with a sword arm."

"A fucking sword!?" The wanderer went even paler;

"Don't worry about the giant sword; I'll take care of that. You just have to worry about killing it."

"Be on thy damn way then smartass! And take the pale fool with you."

The warrior whistled for the horse he noticed out of the corner of his eye earlier.

Wanderer interrupted, "The horse will only come to me, its owner."

Aggro trotted over to the two adventurers, the wanderer mounted Aggro and was instantly thrown off. "Damn horse, I swear I'm gonna kill you one of these days.

The warrior calmly mounted the horse after patting it on the side a few times. The horse made no intention of throwing the warrior off.

"Wtf!? How the heck did you do that?" The wanderer stared blackly at the warrior.

"Maybe you should take better care of you animals." And with that, the warrior took his hand and forced the wanderer up on Aggro; backwards…