Chapter 3
Charles looked around in the infinite darkness. It was brutally hot and was taken to notice by Charlie in a matter of seconds. He began taking off his jacket when the air temperature started to drop very quickly. Cold winds rushed by his nose and then the winds became almost as a tornado. It became very hard to breathe. He tried to move but the suction of the air around him kept him in a very confined area. Charlie started screaming because the pain was becoming unbearable. Then right when Charlie thought the end of his life was near, everything stopped.
A glowing white hand touched his shoulder. It glowed in the darkness and had a peaceful look to it. Charlie started panting not knowing what was going to happen next. He turned around to have a look at what was grabbing on to him. A glowing white monk, which seemed to be 8 feet tall was towering over him. Charlie opened his mouth to let out a scream but the monk muttered something under his breath, which led Charlie unable to speak. Charlie tried to yell at the top of his lungs but the only sound that came out was that of air moving out of his mouth.
"I see you have found the treasured weapon my young boy," said the white glowing marvel. " I had created that 200 years ago to settle down the fires of Dark Magic. It worked unbelievable well. No warlord in a matter of 2000 miles could hurt the people. This was all true until the Fire of Dark Magic overcame me. The water became sucked out of me. I couldn't stand the pain anymore until I knew I had died. My water scythe just lay there on the ground while the dark warriors trampled over it. Surely you know of the 2 power emeralds of the world, right my boy?"
Charlie just stood there mesmerized and then suddenly nodded to the left and right with his head.
"Well then it is necessary that you must learn," said the monk. " In this world there are many powers which can create mass destruction. These powers are kept in emeralds which where all together many years ago. One morning on the daily prayer sessions of the emeralds, the priests noticed that they were all gone. They later found out that they were stolen by a gang of robbers. The army of Good Peace set out to find the emeralds but only could find but one. They had found the water emerald, possibly the most powerful of the emeralds. The others were scattered throughout the world. Clans and tribes soon later found them and thought they were sent from the gods. The fire emerald unfortunately, was picked up by the clan of Rellit. They used the power for evil and evil alone. They began taking over villages and other clans became slaves of Rellit. Now it should be making a little more sense to you. Well that water scythe you found is a very powerful weapon. It is feared by all of the Fire Lords. The water emerald lay inside of that weapon. It is feared so much because the best way to put out a fire is to use water."
"My boy, you must you that weapon to restore peace to this land. In 5 years you will be king of many tribes if you use the emerald correctly and truthfully. I have already said too much. We will meet again in the future. Go!"
This was the last that Charles saw of the old monk. He took one step forward and felt as if his whole body was being rushed forward. He opened his eyes and saw he was on the field grounds of where he was working. He had the water scythe in his hand and was wearing a full set of blue and green armor. He felt the power surge through him when he held onto the weapon and Charles knew his life would never be the same.
Charles looked around in the infinite darkness. It was brutally hot and was taken to notice by Charlie in a matter of seconds. He began taking off his jacket when the air temperature started to drop very quickly. Cold winds rushed by his nose and then the winds became almost as a tornado. It became very hard to breathe. He tried to move but the suction of the air around him kept him in a very confined area. Charlie started screaming because the pain was becoming unbearable. Then right when Charlie thought the end of his life was near, everything stopped.
A glowing white hand touched his shoulder. It glowed in the darkness and had a peaceful look to it. Charlie started panting not knowing what was going to happen next. He turned around to have a look at what was grabbing on to him. A glowing white monk, which seemed to be 8 feet tall was towering over him. Charlie opened his mouth to let out a scream but the monk muttered something under his breath, which led Charlie unable to speak. Charlie tried to yell at the top of his lungs but the only sound that came out was that of air moving out of his mouth.
"I see you have found the treasured weapon my young boy," said the white glowing marvel. " I had created that 200 years ago to settle down the fires of Dark Magic. It worked unbelievable well. No warlord in a matter of 2000 miles could hurt the people. This was all true until the Fire of Dark Magic overcame me. The water became sucked out of me. I couldn't stand the pain anymore until I knew I had died. My water scythe just lay there on the ground while the dark warriors trampled over it. Surely you know of the 2 power emeralds of the world, right my boy?"
Charlie just stood there mesmerized and then suddenly nodded to the left and right with his head.
"Well then it is necessary that you must learn," said the monk. " In this world there are many powers which can create mass destruction. These powers are kept in emeralds which where all together many years ago. One morning on the daily prayer sessions of the emeralds, the priests noticed that they were all gone. They later found out that they were stolen by a gang of robbers. The army of Good Peace set out to find the emeralds but only could find but one. They had found the water emerald, possibly the most powerful of the emeralds. The others were scattered throughout the world. Clans and tribes soon later found them and thought they were sent from the gods. The fire emerald unfortunately, was picked up by the clan of Rellit. They used the power for evil and evil alone. They began taking over villages and other clans became slaves of Rellit. Now it should be making a little more sense to you. Well that water scythe you found is a very powerful weapon. It is feared by all of the Fire Lords. The water emerald lay inside of that weapon. It is feared so much because the best way to put out a fire is to use water."
"My boy, you must you that weapon to restore peace to this land. In 5 years you will be king of many tribes if you use the emerald correctly and truthfully. I have already said too much. We will meet again in the future. Go!"
This was the last that Charles saw of the old monk. He took one step forward and felt as if his whole body was being rushed forward. He opened his eyes and saw he was on the field grounds of where he was working. He had the water scythe in his hand and was wearing a full set of blue and green armor. He felt the power surge through him when he held onto the weapon and Charles knew his life would never be the same.