Chapter 2 : A Long Journey Ahead

"Well guys, I'll be leaving now, wish me luck!" said Rage saddling up on his Pecopeco.

"Bye!!!" All of the guildmembers said to him "Good Luck!!!"

The Knight rode off towards the direction of the desert once again.

Meanwhile, in Glastheim, a familiar figure sitting on a throne of bone was watching the Knight through a monitor like thing which had black energy coming from the sides.

"So the little knight thinks he can find the artifact with me watching eh?!" The Dark Lord said shaking the very foundation of Glastheim almost bringing the chivalry to the ground.

"I will not tolerate this!" The Dark Lord suddenly summoned a being in the form of a swordsman.

"Doppelganger!"

"Yes, my lord." grinning in a most maniacal manner.

"I want you to do everything to stop this timid knight from obtaining the artifact!"

"It will be my pleasure, my Liege." Then the doppelganger vanishes in a pillar of dark light.

"Excellent, Midgard will be as good as mine.."

Rage camped at the end of the Sograt desert he hunted a few baby desert wolves and feasted on their meat. "Hmm, this is delicious, I should make jerky out of this if I can, I'll do it in the morning." With that, the knight fell asleep in the sands of the dry, cold desert floor.

A strange figure was eyeing on the sleeping knight, it looked like a wolf standing on its hind legs, it had a scar on its left eye and had a piece of cloth covering its groin.

The wolf started to approach the slumbering Knight. It was ready to claw the Knight's eyes out. It swung its claws but hit nothing "Whoa, That was a close call!!" trying to stand up with all his heavy armor on. The wolf tried to hit the knight again but He was just too fast. "That the best you can do beast?!" the wolf angered by the knight angrily tried to bite the neck of the Knight. The only thing the wolf ended up biting was sand as the knight unsheathed his sword and beheaded the creature in one horizontal swing. Blood came spurting from the neck of the animal. The head of the animal still had its eyes open. "Well, this will make BIG jerky." The knight started to chop away at the animal starting from the legs to the neck. With his task finished, the knight went to sleep again.

The next morning, he dried the pieces of meat under the sun for a few hours. "This should last me until I get to Payon."

Rage Fateseeker never wanted warps, he always wanted to explore on barefoot. He could have easily been to Payon if he just asked one of the two guild priests. But he was as stubborn as a mule. He always wanted to see the world on foot. He thinks warps are for weak-bodied people. Rage was an outstanding student in Midgard academy who graduated at the age of 11 and became a knight at the age of 17, the youngest Knight ever to be Knighted. He then heard of the castles King Tristam III built for Midgard's Strongest Guilds. Rage then built Legacy; composed of the most brilliant of all the classes, they easily had a guild house. But they did not stop there, They built extensions for their guild and conquered all of the 20 castles built by King Tristam.

The Knight reached a green forest filled with the normal monsters seen anywhere. Porings, Fabres, Willows, basic monsters. He saw lots of novice training with these creatures. He arrived in Payon After 3 days of travel because of accidentally getting lost in the woods. Fortunately, A hunter aided him to find his way out. At sunset, he arrived at Payon, exhausted and out of food. "Damn forest" cursing his way to the nearest inn. "Finally, civilization." He sat down on his soft and fluffy bed. He started to remove his armor which he has not taken off for 5 days. He then wore a shirt and pants and went directly to sleep.