Chapter 8 - The Dark Side

I lays there on my comfortable fur bedding glancing up at the roof. Shyvana... just what is she? I thinks as a voice calls out to me. "Darling, how long are you going to be in the bed? Come on, let's go and hunt." Why is she here? I then realizes the roof I've been staring at isn't the cavern, but rather the hut that I lives in. H-how and when did I...? A scoff emerge from my wife's throat, her violent instinct is emitting as I continue to rest in my bed. I scrambles to get myself up as I calls, "I'm up. I'm up!" She emerges from behind the curtains holding a tray made from grinded ox bones with a cup of warm protein juice, my favorite. I thanks her as I carefully take the cup, a jolt of pain surges through my right arm and I drops it. A numbing feeling like endless flow of sands falling down your skin continously. The rush of paraylze slowly attacks at my head. Groaning, I grips at my arm. The flesh is peeling away revealing muscles, fats, and even the bones. I looks in horror, but the numbs appears to have save me from the pain of feeling the flesh slowly tears away. As the flesh decays away, the inner flesh of mine slowly mutates, the tone turns into abyss of the sea sooting of blackness. Soon, more of this terrible experience occurs elsewhere on my body... and my own wife stare in debelief as her own beloved is becoming corrupt from the mutation. I rush out the hut, panting looking around for helps. Nothing could be found outdoor, no huts, no barrels, no cattles... nothing, not a single soul could be found. Ashe pats on my left shoulder, I fearfully peeks over the same direction... Her face is of a skull with no flesh and blood. "Darling, what are you waiting for? Come, Come! Let us hunt." She spoke, the teeth clatters against each other driving me insane, I screamed. I escaped across the plain toward a lake. I looks to my right arm, three spikes had grown from the corruption, and then I notice that I brought my sword along... How did- I thought to myself. I arrives to the frozen lake, a beautiful sight of shining light on the surface of thin sheet of ice resting above the water. I restlessly haul myself toward the shore walking across the ice.
I looks back. A wall of blackness storms the sky and land consuming everything in its path, a single figure leads the swarm, I can't tell what it is, but it has a pair of banners on its back. I begins to run across the Frost Lake, my right hand acts up a bit with the sword frenzying against the ice. The ground beneath me begins to break. A reflection of myself... Ugly, demonic, monstrous... and dangerous. I closes my eyes as a means to flee from the sight, but alas the view is burnt into my mind. As I reach the other side of lake, the wall of dark had caught up with me, and the figure lands in front of me. A horned humanoid, with the two banners attached to his back like wings, a mutanted gauntlet on his right, and a fearsome tri-edged blade extending out and in as if it was breathing. His blood red skin and eyes pierces my soul. "Return to your dark self," He said as he stabs me in my stomach with the bloodthristy blade. The world shatters before my eyes... and I soon awakes to the sight of Shyvana sitting beside me with a worrisome look, at her hands is a wet towel being wrings out. I looks to the cavern exit... the sky is fill with little dots scattering everywhere.
"Wha... happened?" The Barbarian King asked as his hands grab hold of the floor to push himself up, his clothings are in shreds.
"I don't know, someone saved us from the Snow Devourer or whatever that thing was. You were badly wounded by it... I had to drag you over to a dry rock hide-out nearby and treats you," she replied, "You were asleep for three days."