Gods Of The Real World

The Fourth

"And now Crawley.." Eoin grinned at him, "You die," He raised the sword of Nox, swinging it at Crawley a few times, who successfully managed to dodge it but fell the final time and Eoin stood over him with the sword. "Die.." He muttered, about to stab him. However, the blade of the sword suddenly vanished and Eoin was left with just the handle. "What?!" He growled in frustration and surprised.
While he was distracted, Crawley scrambled to his feet and sprinted out of the orchard and back to the house as fast as he could. He grew weary very quickly though and was overcome with fatigue. He collapsed just as he reached the garden.
"Crawley!" Jake spotted him and ran to help, Molly and Lucy with him. They carried him inside and into his room where he was laid on his bed. "There you go Crawley," Jake looked at his friend, "You'll be all better in just twelve hours,"

☆Twelve Hours Later☆

Crawley stirred and woke up, remembering all that had happened.
"You're awake," He turned to see Molly at his bedside with some tea.
"Molly, come closer," She leaned closer to him, "Closer?" She leaned closer again but this time he harshly grabbed her by the collar, "Molly, I hate you!"
"Aw! Frickin' farfetched!" She groaned.

***
"Can you explain to me what you meant by 'the shadows hold the key'?" Lucy asked Patrick. "You never really told us,"
"Yeah, I never told you," He snorted in response.
"Just tell me,"
"Okay, it's an ancient myth," He ran a hand through his hair, "The shadows is referring to a person, Campbell to be precise and although nobody is entirely sure what the key is, it is clear that it is a great source of power and Campbell is too dangerous to be allowed to have such a source in his being,"
"Another reason why it was important to kill him," Lucy nodded.
"Exactly your majesty," Patrick said. "It's also important that the key is located before anyone else gets it,"

***
In the orchard, Eoin approached the remains of Campbell. His physical body looked like it had dissolved, only his mask and cloak were left on the ground.
"'The shadows hold the key'," Eoin muttered to himself and picked up the mask before reaching inside it and pulling out a small black key. "So this is the key," He safely put it in his pocket and turned his attention to the Sword of Nox that was currently bladeless. "Why did you disappear?!"
"Eoin, would you like to know how to use the sword again?" A voice spoke through the air.
"Who're you?" Eoin looked around for a person but nobody was to be seen.
"Nevermind who I am, I'm just trying to help,"
"So what do I do?" He asked slowly.
"Go to the north and follow the black path, there you will find an abandoned shed, it belonged to a woman named Ydoc, She will show you the way,"
"Alright, I'll go," Eoin gruffly nodded and walked away towards this shed which he successfully found. "Are you Ydoc?" He asked the cloaked figure sitting up at the shed.
"I am indeed," A hoarse voice replied.
"I want you to tell me everything that I want to know!" He ordered.
"All in good time.." Ydoc said. Eoin smiled slightly to himself at that. It wasn't long before he had all the information he needed.
Afterwards he was walking away from the shed, laughing to himself and looking at the sword again.
"Now Crawley, I'll be able to destroy you once and for all," He said.
"I assume you have done as I asked and seen Ydoc.." The voice returned.
"Yes, what business is it of yours?!" Eoin barked angrily.
"Temper, temper Eoin, remembering it was I who told you to see her after all,"
"So what do you want?" Eoin asked, slightly cautious.
"Nothing Eoin, I just want to help you,"
"Help me by leaving me alone," Eoin sighed, fixing his gaze on the sword.
"As you wish,"

***
Crawley explained what had happened with Campbell and Eoin in the orchard and then thought he should go for a walk to clear his head.
"Greetings Crawley..." The mysterious voice drifted into his ears.
"Who's there?" Crawley was alarmed.
"Never you mind,"
"Where are you?" He desperately looked around at all his visible surroundings.
"I am everywhere and nowhere. I am all of you and none of you," The voice had brought more questions to Crawley's mind rather than answers.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"It's not what I want, but what my master wants. ...you better watch out for Eoin," The voice chuckled slightly as it drifted away.

***
"I can't find anyone anywhere!" Patrick wandered around the house and then the garden all on his own. "I bet they're all having fun without me," He rolled his eyes, "I guess I'll roam inti this seemingly endless and slightly deadly forest over here," He said before heading into the woods.

***
"If only Ydoc's plan wasn't so complicated," Eoin said to himself. "If only there was an easier way to reforge the blade. I can't do it!"
"Having doubts Eoin?" The voice taunted.
"Go away." He snapped in response.
"Perhaps I can help,"
"I said leave," He said a little more forcefully.
"The way to reforge- what is it?" Eoin didn't say anything to the voice, "You will tell me how to reforge the blade, Eoin."
"Never,"
"If you can do it, I will. Somebody has to kill Crawley," The voice was growing darker and more sinister.
"Why do you want him dead?" Eoin asked.
"He threatens the resurrection of my master,"
"Who is this master?" Eoin wanted more information from this dark voice but it never replied.
"Eoin!" A girl's voice called on him. He turned to see Dervla, Ben's girlfriend.
"Can't you see I'm in the middle of a conversation?!" He yelled at her.
"With who?" She nearly laughed.
"Well what do you want?" Eoin realized how crazy he must've looked.
"Where is Ben? It's been days, you saw him last," She walked right up to him.
"He didn't go back to you? Interesting.."
"He wouldn't abandon me, what did you say to him?" The pretty blonde was remaining very calm.
"The truth, that I don't need him. All I need is myself and this," He took the key out of his pocket.
"What is that?" She said.
"Whoever has this key is rumoured to be invincible," Eoin found himself smirking just by looking at it.
"You're delusional! What happened to you?" She backed away from him.
"My life was stollen from me and I blame Crawley!"
"Why Crawley?" Dervla furrowed her brows, trying to make sense out of him.
"I have to blame someone!" He growled.
"Help me find Ben. We'll help you through this," Dervla said gently, "He's your friend."
"I don't have the luxury of friends!" He roared at her. She quickly backed away. He sighed. "If you want to find Ben, ask Jake, he was the last to see him."

***
"I'm worried about you," Jake said to Crawley.
"Why? I'm fine," Crawley gave him a weird look.
"You're not taking anything serious, you may have become a bit delirious," Jake told him.
"How so?" Crawley questioned.
"You were nearly killed by both Campbell and Eoin and have barely spoken about it, instead of looking for Eoin, you've been laying around, a creepy voice started talking to you and you completely ignored it," Jake explained, "Crawley...what's going on?"
"I've been feeling a bit strange lately," Crawley looked at his feet, uncomfortable.
"Are you sure you did everything you could while fighting Campbell? I know you were tired but are you certain you did all you could?"
"I told you, I dropped the sword!" Crawley protested.
"Really? Then what's that?" Jake pointed to the scabbard connected to Crawley's belt, where there was another sword.
Crawley took the sword out and looked at it. He recognized it from the red handle.
"Eoin's sword?" He was very confused by this.
"How did you get that?" Jake asked.
"I..don't know,"