A brim of blinding light came through a hole, shining over the right eye of the being. 'Am I dead?' was the being's first thought, rising his hand over his face to protect it from the ray before noticing where he stood, inside a coffin.
With some effort, he was able to push open its cover, making a hard thud on the side once it fell over. Slowly it rose from the casket, feeling its muscles that once were relaxed tense up after what it felt a long time. Sitting up, while still inside, it saw what it was wearing: A depleted knight's armor. On the side of the knight's leg resided a sword still on its sheath. An awkward feeling came over the knight before it picked the weapon and decided to lift itself from the wooden coffin.
The knight looked around, seeing where he was, and not much to his surprise a cemetery was the place of his awakening. While looking around hundreds of graves his eyes rested on something more near his bed, a woman.
The woman was on her knees, near where the knight's head once rested, with her arms in front of her as if she was offering something to someone. Inside her palms a flame floated, not getting smaller, not getting bigger, just burning on what seemed to be nothing.
The strange flame seemed to talk to it even when no words were spoken. The knight picked it gently, seeing it burn over his hand as if he had control over it. For a few seconds the knight stared at the light before it vanished in the air. Something told it that the flame wasn't gone, just hidden. He kept analyzing his surroundings.
Inside the woman's hands, under where the flame once was, a familiar looking ring resided. The knight took it and instinctively reached for its neck, finding a chain collar with what appeared to be another of the same ring. As it attached the piece of gold to the thin rope a voice sounded on his head.
"My knight. My knight is that you?" The voice told In a feminine and sweet tone.
The knight recognized such voice, but the being that held it seemed to be so hidden inside his memories that no face appeared to it's tone.
"My knight... I'm so happy to have you once more!" She told with glee. It was as if she held him dear once, in life.
The knight looked down at the sandy soil. No matter how much he forced himself to remember, nothing came to mind. No name, no face, no nothing, and it seemed the voice noticed.
"You are my knight, my loved one, the one that promised to bring this world peace and prosperity. Make this a place for any and all but evil itself. And for that, to aid you in your quest, I've given you life once again."
The promise didn't sound far from true. A feeling of an unaccomplished goal came once the voice told him so. And so he believed it.
"My love, please avenge those who have fallen. None of us are left, just me and you. You must win us the battle we lost once. For our fallen brothers and the ones who fled in fear."
The voice sounded genuine and the lack of insight on the occurring conflict brought doubt to the knight, but he accepted such quest. A war is a war, and if one needed his aid, aid he would provide.
The knight slowly began to walk outside the cemetery. Kicking the dusts that had gathered around his feet. At the entrance to the cemetery a giant statue resided, underneath it a text: Requiescet in pace, eques reprobi.
The angel engraved in stone looked more insulting after reading such sentence. As if guarding the souls of those that resided there was a burden he didn't want to be associated with.
After looking around once more the knight saw two roads. One was well built and appeared to be new. Said road guided a person to a city down a hill. Although it seemed to be an amazing town no sounds came from it. Not even the wind echoed through the houses and buildings the one could see.
The other road guided a soul upwards, towards another town. Unlike the first one that road was broken and dirty. Bricks were missing, some were broken and the holes that once we're filled with stone were now filled with sand and dust. The town upwards loomed over the knight with a defying aura, and over it in a distance the castle resided. That's where he would find his objective and, possibly, more answers to what he missed.
And so the knight began to walk. The only sound that entered his ears were his feet against the ground and the occasional dry breeze. A being without memories and a vague will to continue what he thought was his history
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Fear The Light
FantasíaA man with no name, a knight with no meories and a voice of a loved one as the sole guide. His objective? The same he had before death.
