CHAPTER 1
Awakening within a dark void with no remembrance of how he got there. The place was so dark that he was not able to see his own hand that was merely an inch from his face. Trying to recollect the memories on how he ended up in such a place, a sudden pain formed in his head so strong that if it was possible it would split his head in two. (Bad idea...very bad idea) he thought, instead of focusing on the how he focused on the where. Observing his surroundings he realized he was not outside for their was no moon or stars, nor was he in a cave for the ground underneath him felt like marble. "Where am I?" he said.
Suddenly a light appeared out of nothing illuminating his surroundings. Finally he was able to see and noticed he was an entrance of sorts. A gate door was behind him, he tried to open it but it appeared to be sealed shut "Great" he murmured. Paying his attention at the source of light which has a shape of a sphere located at the center of the room, it started to move towards a corridor of stairs but suddenly stopped has if it wanted him to follow it. Reluctantly he followed. As the corridor was reaching towards an end they arrived at the throne room. What he saw would shake him to his very core, dead bodies everywhere he looked. Some so old they are merely skeletons, others are decaying leaving a foul stench, but some appeared to be killed merely seconds ago. Suddenly the light disappeared only a few torches lit the room. Has he looked behind him the passageway to the corridors was no more but merely a wall remained. From that wall a vortex started to form.
From within the vortex a screech pierced the air. He soon unsheathed his sword and raised his shield, he has forgotten who he was and what happened to him but the only thing he was able to remember is how to wield his weapons (very convenient) he thought despite his trembling fear. A creature emerged from the vortex: it had a humanoid appearance, claws as sharp as a blade and as long, pale skin with blood covered all over it. A creature so foul that he would rather give up and die. But he refused to succumb to death until he got the answers he wanted. The creature lunged at him with its claws, he defended with his shield but the impact almost broke his arm. (If I block again I will loose my arm, so I have to go on the offensive) with that in mind he ran towards the creature and when he swung his sword the creature dodge and instantly impaled his left leg. He screamed with great pain, suddenly the creature kicked him in the face and sent him flying towards the throne. He underestimated the creature's strength and speed but not again. Ignoring the pain in his arm, leg, and face he stood up and rushed in.
Panting he was barely able to maintain his stance. He was bleeding everywhere, cuts covered his armored body, he was losing blood at an alarming rate. Yet the creature remained unharmed. He needed to end this soon, (If I can only aim at its head it will all be over) soon the creature rushed towards him and despite the earlier result he decided to block again. The creature hit the shield and the impact broke his arm, but it goes the creature got close enough for a strike and with one thrust the blade impaled the head of the creature ending its life. He formed a smile and jumped for joy but his victory would be short lived, from the vortex spawned another creature same as the last then another and another, before he knew it a grand number of those creatures swarmed from the vortex reaching the hundreds. Knowing he will die he begged the gods for salvation but was met with silence. From the throne a small portal appeared, the creatures rushed towards him but his instincts kicked in and he ran towards the portal not caring where it led. While in the portal he felt all sense of consciousness fading but not before he heard a calm feminine voice saying only a single word {Zenon} after that everything faded into dark.