I always thought Gielinor would die from a massive war, one many times more deadly than the God Wars of the Third Age. There would be a great battle, greater than any, where all the Gods would walk among us and fight beside their fractions. There would be a plague, slaughtering the forces from the inside. But the true judgment day was different.
You know, life is a funny thing. One day, you’re content with being rich and popular. Next day, you’re running for your life from a hoard of mindless beasts. Many may have told a tale like this before but it was never fully true. Now, I will tell the tale, from beginning to end, truly. Many may tell their parts of this but those who I disallow, I shall hunt down and slaughter them and leave their bodies for the beasts.
Therefore, now my tale begins…
It was a fine summer day. Beggars were crying for money, the rich strutting about, laughing at the poor and the middle class, smiling contentedly. A scream pierced the air, catching the attention of all. A man covered in blood was assaulting a young woman. He seemed to be trying to tear her throat out. The woman tried to push him off but the bloodstained man tore into her arm. She screamed in agony, blood seeping through the wound that had a large chunk of flesh missing. A warrior wearing a weird Brassard that barely covered any flesh, a powerful pair of legs made of the same material and no helmet on.
He was wearing a long cape, made of extremely powerful cloth, strong enough to stop a blade’s bite. On his belt, two dangerous looking daggers hung. In his hands, a drawn blade and whip were out. The whip, fused with darkness, had the ability of burning all it touched apart from the wielder. The blade, made out of Dragonite, was powerful enough to cut through stone and butter yet extremely light. His hands were gauntleted in the same material as his armor. His boots were simple climbing boots for rough terrain.
The warrior grabbed the attacker off the woman and threw him into the wall.
“You Bastard! Why attack her?” He called to the man. The man growled and leapt at him, seemingly unaffected after being thrown at high speed into a wall. The warrior stabbed the man in the stomach then quickly ripped his sword upwards and cut open the man then yanked it out. He kicked it to the ground.
The monster got up and bit into the throat of a nearby watcher, tearing out the jugular and causing a lot of blood to pour out the wound. Everyone screamed and the warrior stared in shock. Even a dragon would be dead from such a strike. This was a new beast and now He was interested. The beast kept leaping and tearing into people’s throats. Then it went back and tore into their flesh, eating it. The warrior quickly ran up to the beast and stabbed it through the head. It fell down, dead this time.
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