I dreamt of my years in the Underworld last night...
Damien. An old Close friend that i had made during my time in the coliseum... I haven't seen in a long time now.
It was the first dream I've had since before my death... it felt so strange.
sleeping...
Its about time I head out of the town to Leno village. send my best wishes to Marqus and start moving...
-The South Coast of Jeriko Capita-
We follow the man from before (the one who wished to see the future of the Heroes), asking for a ferry to Demon country...
"Papers Please." asked the guard on Identity check duty
"sure... here you go." said the man
The guard looks over them... He looks tired. worn out and old... from the looks of him he'd be 50 years old... possibly a soldier during the thousands year war.
"A~nd your Daniel?"
"Yep that's me" says Daniel.
"you look young for a man of 43..." said the guard
"why thank you..." replied Daniel now feeling awkward as the short line behind him to get on board grow restless...
"you picked a hell of a time to go to the colony. we hear a storms brewing soon..." The Guard looks back once more at the papers then returns them to Daniel.
"Ok then go on through."
"Thanks..."
Daniel went towards the ship. a small one, sending supplies to build up the walls and start cultivating the once war torn lands of the Demon Country.
- 3 Days later-
The ship creeks under the weight of waves.
The sails yell as powerful winds twist and stretch them to their direction.
The sky brought black with thunder crackling like cannon fire hitting water that wailed like cannon fodder vaporising the salt. making it burn the eyes of the crew and Daniel.
Now close to the shore of the colony the ship crews' morale began to increase.
"How long do you think it'll take to get to the shore?" yelled Daniel to the oldest looking man whilst holding onto the pulpit.
The old man looked at him then at the shore...
"Well... I'd say about an hour maybe longer due to the harsh winds".
-Daniel-
I need to find Iden... he has to know of the resurrection of Krys...
I'm tired of this boat making me sick. And more than usual due to this storm...
I even Heard some of them regret going on-board... They see 'This' as an omen of Evil. The God Fazrog.
sending a message of his powerful destructive power to warn them of going near Demon Territory...
-Krys a mile out of village Leno-
After my dream I finally realised something...
I didn't focus of the world. the cold air and nice cool breeze.
Only now have I truly realised life again. my life of course. Others aren't a matter to me. especially the Heroes least of all... NON of them will get sympathy for what they've done. and what they will do before they receive my retribution.
"HELP!..."
The distant scream of a child...
I suppose I'm not as cold as o thought... Better see what's going on...
The closer I get, The more this little moment unravels. shards of wood.
a dead guard with a bloodened sword and his own guts spilled. seems to have put up a fight.
The slight look on him as I pass by I saw an adventurer medallion. Looks less square than I remember...
shards of wood and small splatters of blood on the dirt and grass. The wood must be from a wagon. there's too much on the ground to be from a wooden shield... Unless Craftsmen got lazy after the war...
I can now see what's happening...
A child and a man. is father, guardian or brother hunched down holding a Knife in his side in place...
A group of bandits It looks to be Six of them surrounding the boy and the male as they kill the final guard. stabbed through the shoulder towards the neck a brutal kill indeed.
"HEY LOOK. SOME ONE ELSE HAS COME TO PLAY!" the one furthest away saw me.
my blood is pumping heart racing in anticipation of a fight with a human instead of an underworld Demon. Being alive if thrilling!
It feels empowering to know That I. That I am Awake...
I can feel my smile stretch across my face. i cant stop it...
The Bandits look at me smiling back. This will be fun...
The one closest moves closer. no shield but a cleaver in his hand. his eyes meeting my neck and not my own eyes. he's to focused on his strike and not my movements...
As soon as he swings Ill duck and grab his arm. dragging him down to the ground that he put other to before.
"WHAT THE!"
"WHO IS THIS FUCKER!"
The other Bandits seem surprised by my ability to fight. i wonder how strong this guy is.
I then stand on top of him. holding down the hand armed with the blade with my foot. I lift my leg and stomp his face till he stops breathing.
"DIE YOU BASTARD!"
Another yelling. he picked up the sword from the guard that just died and now rushed towards me. not much time to think.
Grab the cleaver and parry the attack then punch him in the balls and hack at his side.
"FUCK THIS IM OUTTA HERE"
"YEAH ME TOO"
The weakest ones now run. only two left. both coming at be at the same time. one with a short sword the other a mace.
both are aiming to swing in either left to right directions. ill not be able to end this unscathed...
I choose to duck. the mace hitting me clean in the jaw. several fragments of my bone and teeth explode outwards like sharp knives. The Pain... well it FUCKING HURTS!
Before my body falls flat on the ground, stop myself and grab one by the ankles. pulling him down.
he hits his head on a rock causing him to fall unconscious. only the one with the mace le-
"ARGH.."
He has a knife. The cunt punctured a lung. luckily it heals before collapse, making the bandit shocked and filled with a stumped look at what I had just done.
Before he completes processing I grab the knife out my side and jam it through his under jaw and then the roof of his mouth. He'll live but not long. probably bleed out before he makes it out of sight.
Now the one who hit the rock. still breathing. turn his head side ways grab the sword of the guard he killed prior and decapitate him giving the adventurer guard peace...