Harbinger's Journey: The Son of Death's Adventures

Chapter 3: Words of The Wise and The Strong

It's a grueling experience. I made my way to what seems to be a dark, dank cave. "Looks like optics aren't much of an option. I'll have to use my detection to traverse..." I close my eyes and entered the seemingly endless darkness. The farther I got into this cavern, the more sinister, evil Spiritual Auras I felt. "This is mind-boggling...how could there be this much evil?" I was shocked by the vile, corrupt energies I was sensing within this cavern.

It wasn't until I had gotten a bit deeper is when a number of those auras were closing in on me. "Dang it...Let's see...one...two...there's about five of these things coming at me?! How do I deal with that?" I was stuck. I didn't know what to do. But then I heard a voice in my head that gave me clearance.

It was my father, Death, Rider of The Pale Horse. "What the hell do you mean, 'I don't know what to do'? You use the power I've bestowed upon you and fight them! A son of The Rider of The Pale Horse would never give up, and if you do...you've let me down." He was right. I am a Son of The Rider of The Pale Horse. I can't give up without starting the fight.

Empowered by his words, I prepared myself for what was to come. Because my vision was compromised, I was relying on my detection of Spiritual Auras to find their location. It was only a few seconds until they had me in their sights, so I made sure I was prepared with the power my father had given me. "Come on, you worthless freaks! I won't let you take me down without a fight! You may outnumber me, but there is one thing I'll always have to keep fighting! MY PRIDE!!" I was getting more and more driven, which made me all the more stronger. My Spiritual Aura grew larger than it ever has, and I grew stronger than I thought I could be.

And then the creatures showed up: Five wolves, 7 feet tall and 10 feet long with two heads and purple eyes with blood red fur. With a growl that could've made me shudder if I wasn't as driven as I was, they slowly walked toward me. "Dang...you are some ugly freaks..." With that insult, they charged toward me. Driven and empowered by the words of my father and the power bestowed upon me by The Rider of The Pale Horse, I fought back valiantly, overpowering the feral creatures.

"Is that all you can do? That's pathetic. I expected more from such feral, evil creatures." Enraging the savage demons, they charged at me with malice, but to no avail. And with a knife-hand strike, sweeping to the side, one of the demons was literally cut in half, exploding seconds later. Their anger now turned to fear, they fled. And with a sigh, my Spiritual Aura had returned to it's normal state, as did I. "I don't know how I did that...but however I did it...I have you to thank, father." And after showing my gratitude, I pushed on.

Finally, a flood of light consumed me; I found the exit. "Yeesh!" I squinted, blinded by the harsh light, contrary to the darkness I had spent so long in. But when I had adjusted to the intense brightness, I had found who I was looking for: Haakan was right in front of me, fighting what seemed to be a distorted bear with two heads, four arms, black fur and blood red eyes. I had jumped up, done a vertical forward spin, and then executed a descending Axe-Kick, the attack connecting right to one of it's head's center, knocking it down with a crash.

"Grandmaster Warner?" He asked, hoping it was me. "The Son of The Rider of The Pale Horse, Grandmaster Warner, also known as Harbinger, my god-given name. In the flesh." I said proudly. He gave me a smile before the creature had arisen, preparing it's next strike. "Watch out!" I pushed Haakan out of the way, blocking the attack. 

"Keep it busy while I charge an attack!" Haakan had told me while powering his Spiritual Aura. To an individual who can detect a Spiritual Aura, such as me, Haakan and Azric, the Spiritual Aura is visible to those who can detect it. The larger and more intense it is, the stronger the Spiritual Aura and the individual is. The creature had went all out, attacking me with all its force. 

Because I had trained so rigorously, I had outclassed the creature, as my speed, strength and everything else had overpowered the creature. After a couple minutes of stalling, Haakan was finally ready. "Alright! MOVE AWAY!" As he said that I had dodged, and he charged with an immensely powered up punch, the fist engulfed in golden flames. The attack had gone right through the creature, causing the demon to explode a couple seconds after the attack had connected.

"Not bad...I see you've improved a bit." I said, impressed by the attack. "And I see you've improved as well...a lot more than me, in fact." He said, shocked by my strength. "Well, let's hold the surprise. We need to find Azric." I was focused on whether or not Azric was alive. We had both closed our eyes, attempting to detect his Spiritual Aura.

"There! That way!" He had pointed to what seemed to be a wasteland, void of life, northeast from where we were." Well...let's get going." And as I said that, we made our way to our barren, lifeless destination.