In the land of Altonia, a boy slave discovers newfound powers within himself, but they seem to come with a dark and evil past. The key to this past seems locked away in his devilish nightmares, and when a man and his warriors suddenly appear and bring carnage to his town, he must defeat the soldiers and seek revenge. This is the first part in what I’m hoping a long and fruitful story. If I get good reviews and you want me to continue, then I will.
Marxus remained there for a few moments, panting heavily. “It’s all over” he thought aloud. “Not quite” sounded a voice behind him. Marxus jumped up and turned to face his opponent, but instead he only saw a wraith-like figure zoom past him. Marxus turned around once more to face the golden haired man. He clenched his teeth, and prepared to attack, when he noticed that the man’s blade was covered in blood. As far as he could recall, the man’s sword was spotless before. Then Marxus felt the pain, and slowly looked down. A gash lay across his stomach, spewing blood like water flowing over the side of a flooded pool. That wraith that he saw earlier must have been the man moving at inhuman speeds, slicing him as he passed. Marxus winced and bent over, this pain was just too much. His vision began to blur, and he barely heard the man speak in a cool voice “You were impressive to take down my men the way you did, but now you’re fighting me, PREPARE TO DIE!!!” The man ran at Marxus, brandishing his blade, though Marxus could barely see him, as his vision began to darken. He was really going to die, he was going to die right there, and wouldn’t be able to fully avenge Reith. He had failed. “BEGONE DEMON!!!” were the last words that Marxus heard the man shout, and then the sound of the blade searing through the air. Marxus was a dead man, and he knew it.
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