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

Chapter 5: Unbind

It took my a while to snap out of the shock from what I had just learned. We had arrived at what seemed to be some sort of temple or tomb. "What do you think is in here?" I was curious to what we would find. "Not sure...but I do sense Azric's aura in there...That is certain." We had walked in the tomb.

"It literally smells like death in here..." I was nauseated. "Maybe so...but we gotta keep...Huh?" We had heard something...It was Azric. He was running as fast as possible with a fearful look on his face..."Hey, Az-" I was interrupted by, "TALK LATER! RUN NOW!" As he passed by me.

It wasn't until we looked forward is when we learned why...A horde of what looked like decayed mummies. We shortly joined him. We got back to the entrance and closed the door and sealed it. "What...WAS THAT?!" I was desperate to hear the backstory. "I had assumed you two were in there...I couldn't have been more wrong." He was relieved we were out of there.

"Whatever...we need to find that old bag that got us here..." I was still enraged by what he did. "You mean me?" I heard his voice right behind me. "I wouldn't kill me if I were you...I'm the only one who can get you back." He had an arrogant smile on his face. "You bastard...I'll make sure you suffer!" I was clenching my fists so hard they were leaking blood.

Suddenly, it happened. I felt something awaken within me...something strong. Suddenly, my Spiritual Aura had grown even larger than before.  I didn't know what it was...what had been unleashed within me...but whatever it was, I had become more powerful than I ever could be; I had surpassed my limits.

"What..." Both Haakan and Azric were befuddled. "A brief increase in your Spiritual Aura and Power won't help you." He said arrogantly with a chuckle. "Stop talking..." I had the most serious tone anyone could have. "Enraging me was a mistake...because it awakened the strength that rested dormant in my heart. I am The Son of The Rider of The Pale Horse! I am The Son of Death! HARBINGER!!" My Spiritual Aura had grown more flame like and fierce...and I had charged at him, burning with determination.

However, my effort was for naught, as he had somehow disappeared right as I had swung. "A mirage...?" I was disappointed, yes...but I was also shocked...amiable. "Harbinger...what was that?" My aura had returned to it's normal state shortly after the sorcerer had disappeared. I suppose you probably need an explanation about the increase in size of a Spiritual Aura.

The size of a Spiritual Aura represents the level of power within each individual; the larger the Spiritual Aura, the more powerful the individual. Every Spiritual Aura also has it's own unique, individual color: mine is a vibrant blue, outlined by a scarlet color. There are several forms of Spiritual Auras, but I won't and can't get into that. Anyways, back to the story. (Apologies for breaking the fourth wall of this story.) However, even though my aura had returned to it's normal state, my power didn't.

"What...was that?" I had asked the same question they did. "Whatever it is, it's a good thing. Let's get moving." We had kept going, even more prepared to fight than before.