The Dark Invader

Chapter One

And thus, he moved along, with his shattered will and destroyed weakened heart, after the great battle, he fought. Now he rests in the cave, for it is the only thing left for him, wounded greatly. He now rests in this terrible wrecked place. Cursed with this fate, he longed for the peace of mind, for he had suffered a lot this time. He needed a bath to clear all of that blood. The demons however, won't leave him alone, his left eye dripped bloody tears again...

And so, the black swordsman swings his large sword. It was a thick slab of iron sharpened, it was too big and heavy for one man to swing, yet with his enormous amount of strength, he is able to wield it. It was made by an ancient smithlord, who made this weapon to be used by multiple soldiers to kill the dragon that haunted the city that smithlord lived in. Travelling across the lands, he goes around trying to escape his fate, yet his cursed left eye won't stop the demons and ghosts of wrecked ancient warriors who haunt him after what had happened to the League of the Eagles...

The black souls rampaged in the darkness and in the pitch black night, but stayed away in the times of sunlight, where there isn't enough dark energy to form, being possessed by the shadows of the men and women he slaughtered in the past, the swordsman's eternal struggle continues, bent on revenge, his will to fight and continue sparkling like a mighty fire. Only death would give him the rest he longs for, yet he can't abandon his will and old promises he made in the past. He must find him. He must avenge his fallen companions, and let their souls finally rest in peace. The sun rises, it's time to rest.

While the black swordsman slept, he had constant nightmares. Nightmares about his past, nightmares that haunt him to this day. He was seven, when his old drunk father came home late after winning a battle in the mercenary band he serves under. The boy was still too young for such harsh and abusive treatment. The father tears his own head off with his bare hands. The skin tore away, shredded like paper, the spinal cord bones couldn't withstand the pressure. His blood vessels popped open, spilling the dark red fluid out. With his own hands he dropped the head. It rolled over until only the face was visible to the boy, the face's mouth opens and these words come out, "It was your fault, you killed me, after everything I did to you! It was I who gave you the place you call home, I regret the day I found in that forest, an innocent baby, crying next to a great bloody dark oak, where the remains of bodies hanged, a whole village worth of skeletons. May you suffer until the day you finally die!" and with that the swordsman woke up sweating nervously.

On his great journey embarked our traveler, he longed for revenge with his heart full of hatred, he went through many plains by day taking mandatory rests and some hours of sleep in the day time. But when Night arrived, he couldn't close his eyes for one second. Black souls attacked him, they even tried to bribe him, promising him eternal life and power. Yet, bent on revenge for the one who put him in this misery, he slaughtered them all, knowing full well they will come back, even stronger the next time. To those dark demons, the cursed man appears as food, if they manage to kill and eat him, they will gain power to join the stronger demons.

As he travelled for 9 whole days, resting and tending his wounds in the day, and fighting those demons in the night, he reached an unnamed city, it was ruled by a king named Ulrich, a king who loved his people so much, yet one day, he stopped coming out to make announcements. He never showed his face anymore, nobody saw him again, nobody knows what happened to him, and the only thing the people know is that he is still alive. Through his advisors, he ruled without showing his face to the public.

As the Traveler admired this city and its thick tall walls, a tavern was lying just on the outskirts of the city, then he spied the people drinking inside it from afar, he knew from a first glance that they were all old drunk war-bent bastards who did nothing but boasted and talked about the wars and battles they were in. He despised such men, men who dwelt on their past lives, and withered away with their lives away drunk with their families left behind helpless, while they themselves are here. There were way too many of them, the bartender couldn't control the place any longer and longed for peace. She gave up on doing so, thus the place was filled with unbearable chaos, until the moment in which he entered.