The sight facing him scared him. He wasn't afraid to admit when he was scared but he had thought it would take more than a minotaur and a large weapon to instil that basic emotion in him once more. He knew little about what it was that was making him scared at the moment, many things invading his mind at once. As he looked to his left and right, time seemed to have slowed to a crawl as he could see the rising and falling of his fellow adventures' chests, signifying their rapid breathing, one that he was beginning to share. To his left was a pair of almost identical amazons, the only difference being the length of hair and the size of the lumps of flesh attached to their chest. One wielded a large gold weapon, a similar shape to one he was wielding behind his back. The other had a pair of short, curved swords, one for each hand.

An emerald axe glinted in the sun as it began its descent.

In the corner of his right eye, he could make out an ash-coloured wolf person, fangs bared and claws ready to strike down any foe that may be unfortunate enough to stand before them. He could see the wolf's muscles tense up.

A large, pitch-black arm lowered itself, straightening out at the elbow.

He looked forward once more, the shine reflecting off the golden spear making him squint slightly. He could feel the stares of the people above him burrowing into his very skull, trying to figure out his thought process. As he looked on, more sets of eyes were on him. From behind the massive wall of darkness, a pair of deep blue eyes looked back at him, worry and fear swirling in their ever-beautiful gaze.

A small bolt of lightning bristled over the dark green edge of the hulking forms weapon.

Looking up to face his opponent, he saw what had made him succumb to the feeling of dread. A row of bone-white teeth, skin as black as the abyss, a sea of blood-red eyes and a hellish pair of horns reflected in his mask. This was it, that feeling of dread. The build-up of fear. The emotion that embodied that of terror itself. Standing before him was what scared him most in the world. The worst part was the face, as it was the same face that would always look back at him whenever he gazed into a mirror.

As everyone looked upon an 8ft tall, black minotaur wielding a magic weapon, the masked boy could only see his deepest fear. His reflection, his true self that lived inside of him. The black-skinned, black-haired boy's face resembled that of his own perfectly. Though he was 15 and he was only 3, they both stood the same height and resembled the same age.

They were the same after all.

He knew it was an illusion, one that was not real but one he knew existed and it was somewhere inside of himself. Asleep for now, waiting for the day it will be awoken once more.

'Is this what they all saw? Is this what they all felt?' The boy wondered. His spine shivered as the cold feeling of death lingered around the red-eyed boy that stood in place of the Minotaur. He did not know why this was happening or what triggered such a thing to occur but that didn't matter as all that mattered was that it had happened.

One weilded a pair of swords withe ability to combine together. One weildied a doubled-edged scythe, both blades and handle made of the same black mist that encircled him constantly. Both weapons shared the same purpose, both shared the same blood that coated their razor sharp edges, both shared the same owner.

As the two boys locked eyes, the red horned one began to open his mouth. The masked one could prepare for whatever should seep out of his mouth.

Then he blinked.

Then his mental fortification kicked in.

The apparition was no longer there, with the towering monster now returning to its original place, the magic axe about to make impact with the floor as jolts of electricity danced around its surface.

As the half-elf regained his awareness of his surroundings, he took a deep gulp of air and controlled his ragged heartbeat once more. He was not going to question what just happened as to everyone else, it had happened in the blink of an eye. Though he wouldn't forget it.

He could never forget. He wasn't allowed to.

As he blinked again, instead of the incarnate of death itself reappearing in his view once more, a ball of electricity sprang to life and started to make its way towards him.

Releasing his breath slowly, he braced for the inevitable head-on collision. Though anything would be better than facing down that thing once more.

That demon.

His demon

Himself.