The Quest

The Dark Realm

Timothy was confused. Last he remember he had been touching the golden door and now he was standing in a field of purple grass. He couldn't see far into the distance but he felt if he started walking he wouldn't ever find his way. It reminded him of the world Zhen Su had brought him to on the ship.

A bright white light descended down from the sky. It started as a tiny speck and grew in size. It was so intense that Timothy had to Shield his eyes when it touched down in front of him.

"Hero."

The light receded and in its place stood a woman. She wore a white dress with skin just as pale. Her eyes were an icy blue and her hair contasted with the rest of her, it was as dark as what surrounded Timothy.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Timothy asked. He was strangely calm.

"You are still in the temple with your hand on the door. Your friend Sonia is worried about and the older one with the blood of the Royals is calming her. As for 'Who am I?', I am the protector of the Dark Realm. This world was create by the Golden Warrior with the power of the four swords. Here he placed challanges meant to test the hero who would come and see if he was worthy of the sword. This world will test your strength."

"So all I have to do is push something?" Timothy asked.

"Not exactly." She replied coldly.

As she finished speaking a monster fell from the sky and landed behind Timothy. It was ten times taller than him and was very rotund. It had six arms and it's skin was blood red. It's small head stared right at Timothy. Timothy could see hatred in its eyes as it swung it's arms at him wildly. Timothy dodged with a roll to the side.

"Hero, your gole is to topple the monster, with the help of no weapon. I shall determine if you succeed and bestow the power to wield Clarent."

Timothy looked up at the creature preparing to crush him like a bug.

Topple that! He thought. How!?

He leaped to the side again as it swung. It's arms embedded into the earth. When it pulled them free dirt rained down on Timothy.

How do I knock this thing over? It was obviously fat and heavy but knocking it over with its six arms to support itself wouldn't be easy.

He leaped to the side to dodge another swing. This time one of the arms caught him on the shoulder. He was slowing and the monster knew it. A few more swings and Timothy would be flatter than a librarians personality.

If this place is to test my strength...An idea formed in his head.

As the monster swung one final time Timothy stood his ground he raised his arms to stop the swing. His arms connected with the monsters and a shock wave spread outward. Timothy looked up surprised not to be a pancake. The monster pushed against him, trying to smash him into the ground. Timothy slid back in the dirt but held his ground. He pushed back with all his strength. They stood like that for what seemed like an eternity. Beads of sweat formed on Timothy's forehead. All the while the spirit stood to the side and watched.

Timothy could feel his strength leaving him. He pushed as hard as he could, he forced the monster back. It gave slowly but with one final push he knocked the monster off balance. With the last of his strength Timothy shoulder tackled the monster to the ground. It landed with a lound thump. It dissapeared the moment it fell leaving Timothy to land on the soft grass. He lay there unable to move from exhaustion. Eventually he slowly rose. There in front of him stood the spirit smiling slightly.

"I have to be honest I had my doubts when you appeared. You have toppled the monster and trusted in your own strength and for that I award you the power to wield Clarent."

She dissapeared in a beam of light and Timothy slowly lost consiousness.