In a flash of light, and a sound that reverberates through your bones, you finally arrive at the city of Great Armia. Ears still ringing, you look around, tightly clasping the tattered note. You are greeted with a sea of unfamiliar faces, most with a look as lost as yours. The teleportation didn’t leave you naked, but it didn’t provide anything more than meagre provisions to ensure continuous survival either. A quick check in your backpack produced only some old garbs, a frail weapon and a few potions. You realise it will be up to you then, if you want to survive in this strange land.
The streets begin to fill with people as soft winds blow into the city, caressing your skin gently with its cool breeze. The chill persuades you to pull your rags closer to your body. The thought of curling up into a warm corner beside a hearth seem very appealing at this moment, though you’re not sure if it’s because you feel cold or… it is because you feel so lonely?
Then, right at that moment you suddenly remembered the dream.
What a strange dream it was! You remember standing in a desolate land that seemed to be shrouded with doom. Those… beasts. They kept coming by the hordes, driving a lone warrior to the ends of the mountain plateau. The warrior tirelessly swung his sword around in a desperate attempt to slay the beasts, or at the very least intimidate them into submission. But there were just too many of them, constantly pushing him nearer and nearer to the edge of the cliff.As swiftly as the winds changes flow, you suddenly realised that the eyes of the hideous creatures seemed to be staring right into yours! Confused, you looked around for the warrior, and then realised that you were the warrior.
For a moment, you were stunned by the abrupt turn of events. Yet the army of fetid monstrosities advancing forward compelled you to react immediately. You frantically swung your blade around as you tried to imitate how the warrior previously defended himself. Strangely, the blade felt familiar, and your movements with it were fluid, as if you had spent many years training with the weapon. Even so, your efforts could not hold back the unending tide of claws and teeth. A brutish claw raked your side, and you collapsed to the hard ground.
Not wanting to give up just yet, you hastily tried to get back up on your feet. And yet, before you even had time to raise your blade, another blow knocked you off the edge of the cliff — but not before you managed to desperately grab onto the ledge.It was a long way down. A fall that meant death for sure. You tried to repress your fears, to find a way to climb back up. But all you could think of was the revolting cries of the approaching beasts above as your bloody fingers strained to cling to rapidly crumbling hope. You closed your eyes, waiting for the Reaper to claim the last strands of your fragile life.Suddenly, an intense explosion shook the ground, almost causing you to lose your grip.
Hel, the Goddess of Death
Deafening screams could be heard from the beasts above, and blistering cold blue fire brushed against your fingers. Total silence. You looked up expecting to see Hel, the Goddess of Death. Instead, a female form stretched out her hands, and with a firm grasp on your arm, she pulled you up. Dark raven hair framed her pale face, but she was no mistress of the underworld… her warm smile told you that, and for a brief moment, you saw the image of the grateful warrior reflected in her beautiful eyes.Swirling clouds and flashes of movement coalesced into images of another figure darting through a night forest. This combatant was not decked in hard metal armour. Instead, he was clothed in soft animal leather with the head of a lion as his helm.
A mob of aggressive creatures dogged after him furiously. He stood in the middle of a clearing, obviously surrounded by the ambush. Would he share a similar fate with the mighty warrior?As if he was answering your question, the fighter swiftly morphed into a gigantic black bear and promptly clawed his way to victory. Could he be a druid? Remarkable!Another scene change in the dream, and you see the three heroes marching up a hill overlooking a village. A quaint hamlet that seemed familiar even though you had never laid eyes on it before.The three companions stood for a moment on the hillock, and watched as a large shadow began to envelop the village.
Across the valley, thick black clouds formed and rose above the sky while a figure in dark robes stood amidst a stormy tempest. You felt intense power of an incredible nature emanate from his glowing hands, summoning forth a magnificent dragon! With a few breaths of infernal yet beautiful fury, the dragon rained destruction all around, erasing the village from existence, and annihilating all traces of life in the surrounding area. Or so you think… The dream became fuzzy after that.
The Sign of Training Grounds
Still standing in the town square, you ponder the significance of the dream for a moment. You eventually get distracted by the racket around you that seems to grow louder every minute. A huge crowd of people was gathering at the gate on the east side of town. From all the chatter, you manage to hear something being muttered about wild boars lurking outside the town. Naturally, you run over to inspect.” Training grounds”, the sign read. Above the murmurings of the crowd, you hear cries of boars and a few other unrecognisable animals from beyond the gate.
Looking at the note in your hand again, you read the same line that you had read a hundred times before: “Achieve your Supreme Destiny”. This time though, something different was happening. Smoke started surfacing from the note and you quickly drop it in fear of burning our fingers. How had it caught on fire? There wasn’t a flame-brand around for yards. Once the smoke had stopped, you quickly retrieve the note from the dusty ground and looked at it in amazement. There was now a strange symbol on the back of the note: two golden letters spelling S and D, surrounded by intricate silvery-grey knots.
Well now, you think, if this wasn’t some sort of omen then someone would probably have to shout in your ear to tell you what you were supposed to do. Readying the flimsy weapon in your pack, you square your shoulders with firm resolve and start walking out the gate.It’s almost dinner time anyway, you chuckle to yourself.
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