wrath of gods

The Mind

"Hello Young Hunter." A voice called to me as I examined the statue of the Good Hunter.

I turned around to find a small child, maybe of six years standing at my feet.

"For I am Aline, and I will assist you in your pursuit of the Dark." The child was a girl with long black hair. She had white eyes and glowing skin. She was dressed in a white dress that seemed familiar.

"What is this place?" I asked the girl.

"This is The Church of The Grand Clerics of Fargall. It's location is only known to those committed to the pursuit of the Dark."

"What's the purpose of here?" I asked as I looked around the seemingly abandoned church.

"Look closer Young Hunter."

I did as told, and I could faintly see small apparitions moving about the church. They were other Hunters moving about in other realms.

"Can they see me?" I asked as I approached one who looked like he was staring at me.

"Only if they look hard enough." The child followed me.

"So what do I do now?" I asked as I stopped focusing on the Hunters and they disappeared from my sight.

"Speak to Mikas and Frowyk." The child pointed to a small thin man looking into a box, and a woman in robes kneeling at an altar.

I slowly approached the man at the box. He was practically skin and bones. He was wearing a large trench coat and mask that covered his face. The mask looked like the face of a beast.

"Oh... Hello Young Hunter... My name is Mikas, I provide weapons and other aids of the physical destruction kind." He let out a small laugh as he then resumed looking through the box, but then paused. "I... I see you have the Good Hunters weapons... I'll be willing to trade you other weapons for those..." Through his mask I could see his eyes staring at the gold and silver plated sword.

"I'll use them for now. Thanks." I said as I then walked away from him. I headed over to the person at the altar.

"Hello Young Hunter." Her voice was kind and soft as she then looked over at me and arose from where she was kneeling. "For I am Frowyk, a priestess in the arts of the Arcane. I can teach you the ways of our ancient magic and provide you aids of the healing kind." She then handed me a small glass tube. "This may not look like much, but inside is a powerful magic that can heal your wounds of mental and physical problems. But be wary when using, as it takes time to take affect, and using it to much may kill you."

"Thank you." I said as she handed me several of them in a small leather satchel she attached to my belt. She only bowed in response.

"Let's get you into the attire of a Hunter." The small child said holding a small and neatly folded pile of clothing.

I grabbed it and found thick, yet lightweight boots, a black pair of expensive pants. A belt with a holster for my gun and sword, a dark grey button up shirt, and a leather coat.

I put them on and spoke to the child. "How do I leave here?"

"You wake up. All you have to is think you want to return to the real world. And you do. And when you want to come back here, all you have to do is think you want to be here. But be careful, as this place exists in a realm in the mind. Your body will remain where it is left, and can still be affected by outside forces."

"Alright. Thank you." I made a small fist in my right hand and placed it against my heart, and bowed at the child. I then began to focus and think of returning to reality.