Enter the first two warriors
Part 2: visions or dreams & Awaking
Visions or dreams
The wandering sword man had walked well into the night after leaving the bloodbath that he once called home behind him, on a quest for retribution and the truth. All his family and friends where dead, he had nothing left to live for, but the chance of vengeance and the answers he wanted so badly. He knew this undertaken would be long and hard one, which will probable ultimately cost him his life, but if he didn't do it he would never be able to forgive him self. This was the only thing he could do in memory of everyone he had lost.
He had walked well through out the night and day, walking with only the moonlight to guide him through the near pitch darkness of the night and through the blazing heat from the midday sun. He had must had walked well over eighteen hours straight with out stopping for a moment since leaving the village. He had to keep moving until he found somewhere to hide from more of those monstrous beasts and what ever killed them too.
He had reached the edge of the gigantic forest that surrounded the village and the grassy plains as far as the eye could see. He took a massive risk in hiking across the open grassy field and not trying to make it straight into the forest, which was only a mile away from the village. Walking on plains made him a very visible target for anything that wanted to get him, but he wanted to make a much a distance between him and the village as possible and travelling through forest was slow going. It seemed the risk paid off. As he had reached the furthest edge of the forest, with no interruptions or trouble at all and all before dusk.
He could see that it would be dark soon, he need to find shelter quickly within the woods to rest before the next leg of his journey. Even though he was very fit man he was extremely tired from walking for such long period time. He knew he needed to rest now as he would not be able to stay up until the next cover of darkness to rest and resting through the day would be suicide. Plus walking through near darkness through thick wood, with only moonlight to guide him didn't sound good to him. He had to spend the night here like it or not and then carry on tomorrow.
He cautiously enters the forest walking into the unknown, not knowing what danger lurk within. He slowly walks through, all the time watching for any sudden dangers, he didn't see no danger at present, just various native wild life scuttle along the ground and the occasional bird in tree branch's above. The forest seemed quite safe, but you never know what lie in wait further within, with that in mind he stayed as cautious as he did when he entered. He kept the same slow pace, only stopping for a second to get his tanto (small knife) out of his rucksack, to cut his way through some of the heavily overgrown undergrowth and tree branches in his way.
He didn't have to venture far through the woodlands when he found the perfect place to stay the night. In front of him lay a clearing in the woods, a quite big clearing, and circular in nature that was roughly around thirty meters across. The ground was dry and flat, there was a small stream that flowed Horizontal from where he was standing through the centre of the clearing, and the stream come from out side the clearing and went back into the wood. He carefully observed the clearing and the area around it, looking top to bottom for anything suspicious in wait for him, but as like before there was just some harmless wildlife and that's it.
He quickly removes his backpack, placing it carefully on the ground where he entered the clearing, under the cover of the trees in case the weather turned. He Dashes towards the stream, stop beside it and took one last careful look around to make sure he was alone. Once he was happy he was alone, he swiftly got on to his knees and dived his head into the stream, frantically wetting his dry face and mouth in cool stream. He rubs his face clean of muck and grim of close to two days of solid walking. He throws his head out of the water once he had his fill and his hair flies backward behind his head completely soaked from the stream. He notices the clear stream had spots of red floating through it and red drops fell from his head into the stream.
He Stands looking down at his reflection, all his robes where stained in blood and his body was tainted in blood, he never noticed he was covered so badly in blood from the village. This made him feel sick, seeing all this blood gave him horrible memories of the night before he wish could forget about for the mean time. He looks up towards the soon to be night sky and sighs. Wondering why he was still alive and wondering if it would be better if he were dead.
He had truly reached a new low point in this life, with disheartening look on his face as his tries to keep his emotion over running him.
"WHY I AM STILL ALIVE," he shouts in despair unable to hide his emotion no longer. He wanted to know why his torment had to carry on and why he can't die. He wanted so much to be at peace with his family, but he could not take his own life. He would never be able to forgive himself for not even trying to get his retribution. No matter how hard it' going to be. The only way he was going to go and that's fighting and screaming all the way.
He falls to his knees in hopelessness, not knowing where and what he was going to do. Both hands push against the ground, his hair lightly brushing the ground from light breeze. His hands tear through the dry soil, as tear drop flow profusely from his face, light wetting the dry soil below
He mutts in depressed tone
"Why…why am I still alive?"
"WHY!!!!!!!!!!!" He shouts in anger while throwing his arms in the air, falling backward into a great heap on the ground. He was losing the battle within his mind, he wanted to die and give up now. But he need to stay strong, If he didn't he would simply crack and die here. He need to ride himself of these bloodily memories from his robes and body.
He wipes the tears away from his face, as tries to get hold of his self. With aggressive determination he drags himself off the dirt floor, with a gritty look on his face he leaves the stream and starts to search around the clearing. He begins to pick up all the dead wood lying around the area. Once his arms where full, he walked back towards where he had dropped his rucksack and drop the wood close by it.
After a few minutes or so he had roaring fire on the go, illuminating the now dark night sky. He walks back to the stream, where he begins to remove his clothes under the moonlight. You see him washing his robe thoroughly through the stream; the stream had turned completely red from the stains from his clothes. You could see the fire was still burning brightly in the background. Once he had cleaned his robes he paced them over the fire to dry and began to wash himself in the stream. Why he cleans and refresh in cold stream, He attempts to keep his mind off the recent bad times he had. Instead he starts to think about the better times before all this happened.
Flashback
It was midday; the sun was shining brightly down on him, as he sat watching the world go by from the comfort of the village. He was sitting on step of the temple, as the people of the village went on with there lives. The adults where doing various everyday tasks, like cleaning and various crafts, while the children ran around and played games. He smiles as he watch's the children enjoy themselves in this nice weather. His attention was drawn towards one in particularly; he could only see the back of this female child body. He didn't know why his attention was drawn towards her, but felt there was something strange feeling about her.
She turns her head revealing her face to him and his fear where correct. The face was not of a human, but of a horrible beast, he had seen before. It was horrifying to see such evil on such increscent. He saw image after image of various terrifying beasts and saw villager after villager been slaughter in front of his. It was hideous watching this all, he let loose out a scream of wanting to escape this
"Nooooooo...he screams
Real Life
"Noooooooooooooooo!" he awakes from his flashback screaming from the horror he had just witness.
After realising he had escaped his nightmare, he rose to his feet and with fury yelled
"I WILL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU BASTARD FOR DOING THIS TOO ME, YOU HERE ME!"
His voice echoes right across the forest for miles around. He stand there in complete silence, as everything around him stopped, even the wildlife around had seemed to stop after hearing his out burst. He stood sweating profusely and breathed in heavily to get her wind back, while the area around him was completely dead. The silence was finally broken when he fell to the ground began to cry, he was breaking down.
"I will get revenge, you see I will," he muttered softly to him
He went back to washing himself like before, but this time trying to keep his mind clear of any thoughts, but still could still see tears dripping in the stream. He wipes away the tear away from his face and carries on cleaning his clothes in the stream, trying his best to keep sane.
"Stay strong, I need to stay strong, I need to stay strong to do this, and I won't be able to get my revenge if I am not strong" he muttered to himself over and over.
Using his determination to block away his burning emotions he manages to clean himself and now was drying himself by the fire. He but back on his robes once he was dry, and produce a blanket from his rucksack, and laid down for the night. He didn't have anything to eat, as he could eat for the moment after what he had been through.
As he laid there try not to think bout anything he had lost, as it would upset him and he need to stay strong and focused on the task in hand. So he turned all his attention to a different matter, what was this strange sword he found?
"What has it got to do with all this?" he pondered as tried to get to sleep
He had no clue what this sword was, what it was doing on the top floor temple or how it came to be there. But he knew it had some role to play in this saga and hopeful would help in opening the doors to the question throbbing in his head. He had no clue to it purposes and no way of way of working out, like most of his questions he had. He could only speculate but in this case he no idea.
He was getting too tired to think anyway, walking for nearly two days does take it out of you. With is barely open he stares at the sword he found, his eye where looking deeply into the deep blue metallic medal of the blade. Seeing his reflection is the highly polished medal he wonder what it all truly means. He eyes shut as he falls into the land of nod.
Only a few moments pass as he Sudden awakens, to find he was no longer where he was. He no longer was lying down in the forest but he was home. He stood at the top floor of the temple like a couple days ago, but he wasn't there alone. All around him where the beast from before not at all noticing his presence, even though he was standing amongst them. They where all watching something happening in the foreground, he looks to see what and is shocked at what he see happening before him.
He saw himself fighting the red beast like before, move for move the same; he was watching himself about to die before his very eyes in third person point of view. The fight was about to reach its conclusion, as he saw the sword been cut into two. He close his eyes not wanting to watch himself been impaled, but he still heard the sound of the blade through his gut and sound of pain and agony. He wanted to throw up at what he was hearing. He opens his eyes to see himself been held loaf in the air, the wound through his body looked as horrible as it sounded.
"Finish it!" screech one of the beast around him, as he saw him been thrown through the floor with force. Everything was how he remembered it.
There was moment of silence which was broken when of the horde said
"It's finished"
It and a few other creatures started to slowly walk to the hole of the temple floor where they entered, but before one could exit the floor the leader roared at them
"NO!!" Still angry from losing his eye to that man and at the stupidity of his troops
All the other monsters stopped in their track from there master call, all with a look of oh shit what have we done wrong this time.
"You stupid moron's argh…" he shouts at them as blood spurts out of his eye wound
"This mission isn't over unit we get the unit"
"Unit!?" the man thought to himself, not knowing what the leader was talking about, but knew straight away it was why they attacked in the first place.
"We must find the unit or the zoalord will be angry, and we don't want to upset our masters, as you now what will happen"
The rest of monster knew the price of failure.
"What the hell is a Zoalords?" he though
"Move out and search the whole area, it must be here somewhere!" the leader said commanding his troops
The beast followed their leader commands and began to search the area. The leader beast stood there letting his troops do all the work while letting his wound close. He looks at the hole and reflects on the fight he just had.
"For a human he was exceptional fighter" he though
"I never have seen or heard of any human able to kill zoanoids so easily like he did"
"Lucky he didn't get the unit or we would have been all goners"
He looks back his troops and asks
"Have you found anything on this floor?"
"No sir"
"Ok move out and search the rest of the…"
The great beast was stopped mid sentence by a strange blue aura appearing out of the hole behind him, the light filled the room. Slightly startled he walks back a few paces while the rest horde kept a safe distance away behind their commander. None of them apart from the leader knew what was happening as they stared into the hole as the blue light got stronger second by second.
The leader knew what was coming and feared it, knowing there deaths where now inevitable. He didn't say anything as he what was coming, as anything he said would be useless now and all they could do was to wait for unavoidable clash. The man knew too what was coming, it was their destruction, the weapon was about to rise from deeps of hell. He looked around seeing the beast where scared. Some of the creatures had realised what was coming and they where terrified, seeing his troops terrified he gave them the one last peep talk."
"There no point in running, he will get you eventual, our only chance is if we combine our strength to defeat them"
The troop's fleet inspired by his words and railed to him ready to fight. The leader secretly knew it was hopeless but it was there only chance.
The man was watch in anticipation of the event to follow, he knew what was coming, was going to answer everything he wanted to know. What is this unit, what killed them all and what this monster looks like. He eyes where transfixed to gaping hole waiting for the weapon to emerge from it. The blue aura got bigger and bigger, the light was so strong it was nearly blinding, the tension was building to a massive climax.
After what felt like an age, a figure rose from the hole, floated over the hole with his body covered in a blue glow. The figure was a normal sized man with long dark hair which waved slowly in the air with nothing making it do so. The human Figure was holding a gigantic glowing blue sword which must have been over two meters long or more. Everyone simple stood in shock and awe in what they where seeing, not one of them mutter a single word or made a movement. Not just because of the power they where witnessing before them but of something else more shocking indeed.
"It can't be…You are dead!" the leader beast came out and said with disbelief
The man was in astonishment as he utter the words
"Its…it's…me!?!?"
"The weapon that killed the monsters was me, HOW CAN THIS BE POSSIBLE, THIS CAN'T BE…..."
He awakes back into the forest sweating and breathing heavily in shock of what he just saw, he had jumped to his feet it shocked him that much,
"It's impossible!! How could something like that exist…" he questioned in alarm
"But how come those monster existed… how did you survive the fall and the wound" he though back
"I must have not fallen that far down and the wound was not as bad as I though it was" he answered back to himself, as he continues to argue with him self
"How did you get to the top floor?"
"I don't know!!" he was getting more confused and angry
"It was a dream… it never happen…I just invented" he though, it calmed it down and was happy with that conclusion.
"Or was it a vision" he thought
"It must be a dream" he said calmly aloud, dismissing the idea of a vision from his mind and end the issue for now, but had a strange feeling he was wrong. He looked around realising it was still dark and not yet mourning.
Whatever it was a dream or past vision, there was no point of think about it. He decided to forget about and get back to sleep as had along road ahead him in his journey with that he did so, and fell back in to the land of node.
End of Part 3
Next part Awakening