AS the shadow cloaked figure continued to walk down the dark passage. A small spiked sphere rolled around his body, the destiny of a hero concealed in the moving sphere. the priest should have taken the spine, but legend stated that the kings who walked these halls would sacrifice a spine.
"Would you mind calming down?" the man said to the anxious spine, with a sudden pressure on his arm the spine stopped. it shivered as a cold wave pushed down the tunnel. With the icy wind gone the tunnel filled with sunlight, and plants four people stood across from him. He stood still the people were facing away from him ahead of them was a man with a sword made from an unknown metal. in the middle of the figure there was a man who he knew it was him, it was Kavar. as this vision ended he knew this tunnel was only a opener to what would come. As Kavar continued another wind passed through this one was different it smelled sweet as if the flowers were in full bloom.
"Well come, warrior." a distant voice called to him. "Are you ready to fight? Are you ready to face the end? Will you stand by your own power? I think not... maybe a hand you need... the god of death smiles to you hero." As the voice continued the spine began to melt, the liquid spine seeped into His skin. "With this gift stand strong with the other or it will all end and you will be to blame." and with the last words of gloom the voice faded. Kavar continued the last vision was more then a vision it was a sign. He was indeed chosen, but for what.
after a few hours Kavar exited at the end of the dark tunnel, a priest greeted him.
(Maybe i will finish.)
 MARTH HALCYON · Thu Oct 25, 2007 @ 04:27am · 0 Comments |
