4
"State your business sir." The guard informed. Monake stood there, head hung, swaying like a small tree in a perilous storm. "Sir?" the guard said again.
Monake collapsed, falling into a deep unconscious state. The general caught him bye his left hand. He felt a warm liquid slide through the crevasses of his gauntlet on his hand.
He looked down. The general's eyes followed the sickening scar and gash up to Monake's forearm. "Who could be so devious to cut a man in this form?" the guard asked
Whirling around in his sub consciousness Monake saw a dark and dry land.
In this land he saw a shadowy figure with red glowing eyes. It was human, but somehow…morphed. Two great horns stood atop of the shadow's head, making him look larger by the second.
The shadow reached out to Monake, holding a small green glowing light.
Somehow, it was summoning him. His arm with the scar was being pulled towards the creature. The large scar on his left arm started to burn and rot. Monake tried to pull away, but the shadow was too strong.
The rotting grew past his shoulder, across his back to his right arm. Monake began to say his prayer that his mother had taught him. " My heart is whole, my sheath is pure, throughout all troubles I will endure." The shadow stopped his torturing and backed up into the dark. Monake was left alone in the darkness, cradling his gory arm.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Monake woke up, panting all over. Without thinking, he reached for his sword, and got into a fighting stance, ready to stab a small girl.
"AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed back. Realizing the disaster he caused he stepped back startled, and infuriated at his own fear.
Being of her age, the girl hid under a nearby table in the room.
"Oh crap." Monake thought.
"State your business sir." The guard informed. Monake stood there, head hung, swaying like a small tree in a perilous storm. "Sir?" the guard said again.
Monake collapsed, falling into a deep unconscious state. The general caught him bye his left hand. He felt a warm liquid slide through the crevasses of his gauntlet on his hand.
He looked down. The general's eyes followed the sickening scar and gash up to Monake's forearm. "Who could be so devious to cut a man in this form?" the guard asked
Whirling around in his sub consciousness Monake saw a dark and dry land.
In this land he saw a shadowy figure with red glowing eyes. It was human, but somehow…morphed. Two great horns stood atop of the shadow's head, making him look larger by the second.
The shadow reached out to Monake, holding a small green glowing light.
Somehow, it was summoning him. His arm with the scar was being pulled towards the creature. The large scar on his left arm started to burn and rot. Monake tried to pull away, but the shadow was too strong.
The rotting grew past his shoulder, across his back to his right arm. Monake began to say his prayer that his mother had taught him. " My heart is whole, my sheath is pure, throughout all troubles I will endure." The shadow stopped his torturing and backed up into the dark. Monake was left alone in the darkness, cradling his gory arm.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Monake woke up, panting all over. Without thinking, he reached for his sword, and got into a fighting stance, ready to stab a small girl.
"AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed back. Realizing the disaster he caused he stepped back startled, and infuriated at his own fear.
Being of her age, the girl hid under a nearby table in the room.
"Oh crap." Monake thought.