As Arman sleeps, he dreams of his hometown. He wishes that he could go back, but knew that he was in too deep to turn away. Suddenly, Lamarin walks out of his house.
"Arman, when are you coming home?"
Her tone sounds like a disturbed spouse, as if they were married. Then Arman sees the ring on her finger, looks down, and sees an identical one on his.
As he starts to walk towards her, shadows surround the edges of his vision. Lamarin screams, and shatters like glass. Then, like a blade of grass growing through concrete, the rotting corpse of Faust rises from the ground.
Faust stands, and smiles, as the rest of the skin falls from his body, leaving a skeleton, slowly turning black as night.
"Hello again, Arman."
Arman, scared and confused, steps back, wondering why this thing was in his dreams.
The skeleton crumbles, leaving a shadow in its wake. The shadow grows, limbs stretching and elongating, fingertips turning sharp as nails. The eyes split apart, making many eyes, sliding across the forehead, never staying in one place. Wings, with feathers as sharp as the executioner's blade, unfold from his back.
"Arman, why do you fear me? I am only trying to rid the world of those lying thieves, those, elves."
Faust tries to back away, but his feet stay rooted in place.
"What the hell are you!?"
Faust, or at least what was Faust, smiles.
"I am the darkness of the moon. The darker grass you stand on, hoping for it to be as green as the field on the other side of the fence. The shadows of the world are under my command. I am Mrak Stolas. But the elves call me the 'One Impure'"
Arman stops trying to free himself. Had this thing just said that it was the One Impure? The demon laughs, as if it had heard his thoughts.
"Elves often dramatise the truth. You are an interesting man, Arman. I will give you an offer. Join me, leave the elves, and I will show you the wonders of the dark."
Arman thinks about it. The elves were a tad odd. But he knew that they meant the best. But the One-Impure? He had no clue as to what he had planned for him.
"I think i'll pass"
The One Impure merely shrugs.
"Fine then, Arman. But you will regret this."Suddenly, everything fades, and Arman wakes.
YOU ARE READING
Battle of the Pure
ФентезіThis follows the tale of a man named Arman. Born in the small village of Hampton, Arman follows a man to the woods, and finds a secret world. And that world is at war. As Arman tries to unravel the great power he has found within himself, he finds t...
