The Attack

     Suddenly, he stopped, and looked around himself. He knew he was no longer alone, and he began to hear the creatures speak. He understood none of the words, but the thought, and intent was clear. He was trespassing, and they were going to prosecute him to death for it. Too bad for them, he had no intention of making it easy.

     One of them jumped on him, but he threw it off. Another rushed him, knocking him off his feet, to the ground, and more piled on. After a bit they began to be pulled off and thrown aside, and he noticed another person standing in the field, fighting them.

     This man was looking at the newly dead creatures. He wore a a crimson cape that hung down to his ankles, a forest green shirt, hunter green pants, and boots of such a dark brown, they looked to be a non-shiny black. The thing that made for panic was the man's hair. It was white, but had a hint of purple, and was held away from his face by a metal band around his head.

     "Are you all right?" the man asked. He then turned and looked at the younger man and paled, "Max!?!"

     "How?!?" the other tried to stand, but he tripped on his pack, then tried to stand, but fell again, as his foot shot pain up his leg, "I thought you were dead."

     "I don't know how to explain that," he stated as he walked toward his friend, "I remember stepping, no, jumping in front of you, a lot of pain, then blackness. Next thing I remember, was waking up in a small village. The people were getting ready to weed their field and all they asked me was if I was okay. I've never seen less curious people in my life. They were all about routine, and they thought I'd like to become a part of it. But I did hear one person talk about the creatures that attacked you."

     "Kane, whoa," Max pushed one hand out, palm outward in the air, "I'm still trying not to pinch one of us because we're both still alive."

     "What happened to you?" Kane sat down.

     "Stubbornness," Max frowned, "We beat Darksol, who then summoned the Dragon. We beat the dragon, but he wasn't done, so I had to jam the Chaos Breaker into his heart. The sword, afterward, didn't want to come back out though, and the castle was sinking, so I egressed the others out. That's all I remember. Except for this little girl in a purple dress. She had a horn on either side of her head, and said her name was Sim-, Sima, no-,"

     "Simone?"

     "Yeah! She said that everyone thought I was dead, but that we knew better," Max shrugged, "Then I woke up in a village a bit South of here. I didn't stick around to talk to anyone, so I don't know what it's like."

     With that, the two stood, and tried to shield themselves from the rain, which was steadily increasing in intensity. They looked around, to try and decide a direction to head.