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The replica of me stood there frowning and contining to point. I stood there open mouthed not being able to say anything. Slowly the image faded until it was as black as the empty space all around. I stood there, my cloak blowing around in the visionary wind until a scene appeared. I stood inside Tristram once again, Tristram from ten years ago. It was a lively town then, merchants travelling into the town square to sell their items and weapons, locals chatting about the weather and what important events happened in their life the previous day... It was all so familure, and disturbing at the same time. I saw my old house, it was right across the river, secluded from the rest of the town. The witch Adria build her shack on top of the ruins of my former home... I remember these days well, I always helped my father on our small farm out here. Our house was small, but we survived. The wooden house stood proudly on the land with it's brown wood lighting up in the hot rays of the sun. The wind blew the dark green blades of grass around as the sun reflected off of the surface. I walked over to my former home and saw my father working on the farm with me working not far from him. Mother died many years back from an unknown disease that took the lives of many townsmen, sometimes I wondered why it didn't take me...
Father was a tall muscular man with dark brown hair and a pale complexion, he was a well respected man in the town and was looked up to by Odgen who was my age I believe, also many others looked up to him. He was a brave man, not afraid to defend his home from any creature who threatened the farm. He worked all day and rested little, that is what killed him... A couple years later father died from a really bad sickness I don't remember exactly what it was called much like the disease Mother had... His last words requested me to take care of the farm, I guess you could say I made a false promise to him... After he died I buried him not far from the house, right next to a rock he used to sit and rest on between working periods. Even though I promised my father I would continue the farm I knew even when I made that promise that I could not do such a thing, the life of a farmer just was not for me. My father knew I would not keep that promise probally and I did not. The vision switches to when I took down the house and sold the fertile land to some other man then used that money to travel to the Castle in Khandaras, the Kingdom in which Tristram is a part of. There I joined the army and trained for a few years as a Knight, I was no 'Knight in shining armor' that I always heard about in little fantasy tales. In fact during my time as a Knight I was quite cold hearted and killed without thinking twice. The vision turned to a battlefield, I remember this battle well... It was the last battle I ever fought in before I heard about the chaos going on back home.
The vision showed what happened quite accurately, Khandaras troops in their plate mail shining in the sunlight fighting hostile armies. Battle crys were hollared and screams of death filled the air as people on both sides fell lifelessly to the ground. I saw myself, wearing plate mail and wielding a simple Longsword. I saw myself run torwards an enemy troop whose armor was black. The two blades met in a lock as the vision of the past showed me and this enemy troop each trying to overpower the other. Finally I leaped backwards avoiding the enemy blade. I ran forward and caught the troop off guard by stabbing him in his stomach below the plate mail. I pulled out my sword as the black armored troop fell to the ground dead... I held my bloody sword and ran back into the fray and continued fighting and slaughtering the enemy. This vision brings back many memories that I would rather forget, I see one enemy troop run up behind me but I quickly spin around and slice off his head blood spurting out of the open wound. Both the body and head fall to the ground, red liquid staining the once green grass. The vision of battle slowly faded and everything turned back to darkness.
I stood there... alone in the darkness waiting for this nightmare to end. Two red eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of me. Diablo's laugh filled my mind and I fell on my knees and held my head. "Such an interesting past mortal. Everyone has to pay for their crimes and your time happens to be now..." Diablo spoke in his echoing voice.
"Leave me alone damn it!" I shout out in rage.
"Such anger mortal, you really think that you can escape my influence? Bah, you are barely worth my time. King Leoric was a more spiritually strong mortal than you."
"I don't care!" I say in a cold voice.
"I failed in dominating Leoric, but I did succeed in driving him insane. I made him kill so many of your former friends from Tristram, you wouldn't believe how amusing it was to hear that Leoric ordered most of them to be hung." Diablo started to laugh in a low tone.
"Shut the hell up and leave me alone!" I shouted out becoming more furious by the minute.
Diablo just laughed and the red eyes dissapeared. Suddenly the blackness transformed into a large chamber where I stood on a rock floating in a lake of boiling lava. "We will speak again mortal, until then feel the pain I give you." With that everything faded back into darkness and the vision sequence ended for the night...
I woke up early the next morning, now I remember. Yesterday I climbed a mountain and burned down a church. I laughed to myself, the memories from the past have unwantingly returned but I must continue torwards the east. I hope I can get to Aranoch before Diablo prevails, time will tell. I stand up and brush off my cloak and as I follow the path I wonder about the future.
The replica of me stood there frowning and contining to point. I stood there open mouthed not being able to say anything. Slowly the image faded until it was as black as the empty space all around. I stood there, my cloak blowing around in the visionary wind until a scene appeared. I stood inside Tristram once again, Tristram from ten years ago. It was a lively town then, merchants travelling into the town square to sell their items and weapons, locals chatting about the weather and what important events happened in their life the previous day... It was all so familure, and disturbing at the same time. I saw my old house, it was right across the river, secluded from the rest of the town. The witch Adria build her shack on top of the ruins of my former home... I remember these days well, I always helped my father on our small farm out here. Our house was small, but we survived. The wooden house stood proudly on the land with it's brown wood lighting up in the hot rays of the sun. The wind blew the dark green blades of grass around as the sun reflected off of the surface. I walked over to my former home and saw my father working on the farm with me working not far from him. Mother died many years back from an unknown disease that took the lives of many townsmen, sometimes I wondered why it didn't take me...
Father was a tall muscular man with dark brown hair and a pale complexion, he was a well respected man in the town and was looked up to by Odgen who was my age I believe, also many others looked up to him. He was a brave man, not afraid to defend his home from any creature who threatened the farm. He worked all day and rested little, that is what killed him... A couple years later father died from a really bad sickness I don't remember exactly what it was called much like the disease Mother had... His last words requested me to take care of the farm, I guess you could say I made a false promise to him... After he died I buried him not far from the house, right next to a rock he used to sit and rest on between working periods. Even though I promised my father I would continue the farm I knew even when I made that promise that I could not do such a thing, the life of a farmer just was not for me. My father knew I would not keep that promise probally and I did not. The vision switches to when I took down the house and sold the fertile land to some other man then used that money to travel to the Castle in Khandaras, the Kingdom in which Tristram is a part of. There I joined the army and trained for a few years as a Knight, I was no 'Knight in shining armor' that I always heard about in little fantasy tales. In fact during my time as a Knight I was quite cold hearted and killed without thinking twice. The vision turned to a battlefield, I remember this battle well... It was the last battle I ever fought in before I heard about the chaos going on back home.
The vision showed what happened quite accurately, Khandaras troops in their plate mail shining in the sunlight fighting hostile armies. Battle crys were hollared and screams of death filled the air as people on both sides fell lifelessly to the ground. I saw myself, wearing plate mail and wielding a simple Longsword. I saw myself run torwards an enemy troop whose armor was black. The two blades met in a lock as the vision of the past showed me and this enemy troop each trying to overpower the other. Finally I leaped backwards avoiding the enemy blade. I ran forward and caught the troop off guard by stabbing him in his stomach below the plate mail. I pulled out my sword as the black armored troop fell to the ground dead... I held my bloody sword and ran back into the fray and continued fighting and slaughtering the enemy. This vision brings back many memories that I would rather forget, I see one enemy troop run up behind me but I quickly spin around and slice off his head blood spurting out of the open wound. Both the body and head fall to the ground, red liquid staining the once green grass. The vision of battle slowly faded and everything turned back to darkness.
I stood there... alone in the darkness waiting for this nightmare to end. Two red eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of me. Diablo's laugh filled my mind and I fell on my knees and held my head. "Such an interesting past mortal. Everyone has to pay for their crimes and your time happens to be now..." Diablo spoke in his echoing voice.
"Leave me alone damn it!" I shout out in rage.
"Such anger mortal, you really think that you can escape my influence? Bah, you are barely worth my time. King Leoric was a more spiritually strong mortal than you."
"I don't care!" I say in a cold voice.
"I failed in dominating Leoric, but I did succeed in driving him insane. I made him kill so many of your former friends from Tristram, you wouldn't believe how amusing it was to hear that Leoric ordered most of them to be hung." Diablo started to laugh in a low tone.
"Shut the hell up and leave me alone!" I shouted out becoming more furious by the minute.
Diablo just laughed and the red eyes dissapeared. Suddenly the blackness transformed into a large chamber where I stood on a rock floating in a lake of boiling lava. "We will speak again mortal, until then feel the pain I give you." With that everything faded back into darkness and the vision sequence ended for the night...
I woke up early the next morning, now I remember. Yesterday I climbed a mountain and burned down a church. I laughed to myself, the memories from the past have unwantingly returned but I must continue torwards the east. I hope I can get to Aranoch before Diablo prevails, time will tell. I stand up and brush off my cloak and as I follow the path I wonder about the future.