Okay, okay, after almost six months of writers block on this story I'm
back. It's kinda like those reflection things. you think o god that was
crap.but anywayz back to the story.
*Just a warning to you all: GORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *
All of Monake's thoughts were swirling around him. The curse, Noma, Milo and the unknown bond between them.before he was expelled from the city, he was set to marry a young girl of sixteen- Of course as soon as Noma set off with Zomi, Monake was set on the quest to save her.
Monake and a small band of men were released into the west on search for Noma's fortress. They had to cross the desert of the black sands as well as his hometown Nuchep to do so. It would take two nights in the desert of the black sands and one night in Anur to get to Noma's fortress. Noma's fortress was a large cave in a mountain filled with guards and very hard to get through without getting caught.
The thought of returning to the barren lands of Nuchep sent shivers up and down Monake's spine.
So they set off to the west, bearing supplies for their trip ahead. Monake was silent through the journey to the desert, causing the guards to grow nervous and anxious. They rode on horseback through the pitch-black sands of the dessert till dusk. They were a quarter of the way there.
Monake longed for a real bed away from his torture of a home in Nuchep.
As the guards slept during the night Monake stayed up and watched the sand sweep across the landscape. He never really realized how bright the sky was at night. Neither did Monake really ever take a step back from the world to look at the beauty of it all. The moon, the stars, the creatures unearthing themselves from the sand.WHAT?!?!
Dark green hairless monkey like creatures without tales were climbing out of the earth! They walked on all fours like animals but they acted almost civilized enough to communicate. Of course the point would be that they probably only communicated with each other, considering that Monake's camp was only six feet away from them.
Monake watched with interest as they huddled in a circle jabbering in some odd way of communication. They seemed to communicate by a sickening sound that they made in their throat. Suddenly, their communications stopped and turned swiftly to face the camp. Their eyes, unlike Noma's were glowing a bright yellow. They narrowed profusely.
"Uh oh" Monake thought. The creatures swarmed the camp. "RUN!" Monake screamed at the top of his lungs.
The men ran as fast as they could to a small pool of white sand that Monake prayed the demons did not follow. It was only a few more steps. Three more steps.2more steps.
A few men made it onto the blotch of white sand. Two of the creatures tried to pounce on the men on the blotch. They bounced back as if there was a glass wall there. "Thank god." Monake thought.
Just then, Monake's arm twitched. "No," Monake thought, "Not now.please." Monake's arm gave another twitch.
"Listen to me!" Monake shouted at the men huddled in the small circle of white sand. Run away where I can't find you, before its too late. Don't look back. If you don't want to die do it know." The men quivered in the moonlight for a second Monake unsheathed his sword. "NOW!" All the men ran off.
Monake slashed one of the creatures' arms off. It let out a howl, and stepped back cradling the bloodied stump. But Monake didn't stop there. Just as the creature was backing off Monake grabbed it with his bear hands, held the sword to its stomach and slit it. All of the creature's intestines spilled out, and Monake left him to bleed to death.
Just then, the curse had opened his scar back up and Monake let out a shriek of pain. Yet he kept fighting. That was only the first wave of pain that he would have in combat.
He leapt into the air and with one great stab; Monake had cut the next demon/creature in two. It was a mere five minutes before Monake had killed all of the demon-like creatures. He looked into the horizon to see if sunrise was soon. The sun was just breaking the horizon line, and he could still se the men. With blood lust unquenched, Monake sprung forward and raced to meet up with the troop.
One by one, He murdered the men uncontrollably. Monake was alone in the middle of a desert. Monake looked around himself horrified at the work he had done. With a shudder, He trudged back and grabbed all of his supplies that he would need and loaded up a horse to leave. Blood trickled down his once unscarred forearm. The curse had grown again.
Before he left, Monake grabbed one of the creatures' heads. With a short jerk, he twisted its head off. He would need it to crush to feed his blood lust.
With that, he slumped onto the horse, and passed out from the pain causing the horse to gallop off.
*Just a warning to you all: GORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *
All of Monake's thoughts were swirling around him. The curse, Noma, Milo and the unknown bond between them.before he was expelled from the city, he was set to marry a young girl of sixteen- Of course as soon as Noma set off with Zomi, Monake was set on the quest to save her.
Monake and a small band of men were released into the west on search for Noma's fortress. They had to cross the desert of the black sands as well as his hometown Nuchep to do so. It would take two nights in the desert of the black sands and one night in Anur to get to Noma's fortress. Noma's fortress was a large cave in a mountain filled with guards and very hard to get through without getting caught.
The thought of returning to the barren lands of Nuchep sent shivers up and down Monake's spine.
So they set off to the west, bearing supplies for their trip ahead. Monake was silent through the journey to the desert, causing the guards to grow nervous and anxious. They rode on horseback through the pitch-black sands of the dessert till dusk. They were a quarter of the way there.
Monake longed for a real bed away from his torture of a home in Nuchep.
As the guards slept during the night Monake stayed up and watched the sand sweep across the landscape. He never really realized how bright the sky was at night. Neither did Monake really ever take a step back from the world to look at the beauty of it all. The moon, the stars, the creatures unearthing themselves from the sand.WHAT?!?!
Dark green hairless monkey like creatures without tales were climbing out of the earth! They walked on all fours like animals but they acted almost civilized enough to communicate. Of course the point would be that they probably only communicated with each other, considering that Monake's camp was only six feet away from them.
Monake watched with interest as they huddled in a circle jabbering in some odd way of communication. They seemed to communicate by a sickening sound that they made in their throat. Suddenly, their communications stopped and turned swiftly to face the camp. Their eyes, unlike Noma's were glowing a bright yellow. They narrowed profusely.
"Uh oh" Monake thought. The creatures swarmed the camp. "RUN!" Monake screamed at the top of his lungs.
The men ran as fast as they could to a small pool of white sand that Monake prayed the demons did not follow. It was only a few more steps. Three more steps.2more steps.
A few men made it onto the blotch of white sand. Two of the creatures tried to pounce on the men on the blotch. They bounced back as if there was a glass wall there. "Thank god." Monake thought.
Just then, Monake's arm twitched. "No," Monake thought, "Not now.please." Monake's arm gave another twitch.
"Listen to me!" Monake shouted at the men huddled in the small circle of white sand. Run away where I can't find you, before its too late. Don't look back. If you don't want to die do it know." The men quivered in the moonlight for a second Monake unsheathed his sword. "NOW!" All the men ran off.
Monake slashed one of the creatures' arms off. It let out a howl, and stepped back cradling the bloodied stump. But Monake didn't stop there. Just as the creature was backing off Monake grabbed it with his bear hands, held the sword to its stomach and slit it. All of the creature's intestines spilled out, and Monake left him to bleed to death.
Just then, the curse had opened his scar back up and Monake let out a shriek of pain. Yet he kept fighting. That was only the first wave of pain that he would have in combat.
He leapt into the air and with one great stab; Monake had cut the next demon/creature in two. It was a mere five minutes before Monake had killed all of the demon-like creatures. He looked into the horizon to see if sunrise was soon. The sun was just breaking the horizon line, and he could still se the men. With blood lust unquenched, Monake sprung forward and raced to meet up with the troop.
One by one, He murdered the men uncontrollably. Monake was alone in the middle of a desert. Monake looked around himself horrified at the work he had done. With a shudder, He trudged back and grabbed all of his supplies that he would need and loaded up a horse to leave. Blood trickled down his once unscarred forearm. The curse had grown again.
Before he left, Monake grabbed one of the creatures' heads. With a short jerk, he twisted its head off. He would need it to crush to feed his blood lust.
With that, he slumped onto the horse, and passed out from the pain causing the horse to gallop off.