CREED, The Fiery Storm

Wrong start

 

The night was calm and peaceful as most nights are and it went fast. In the morning, Jim was still devoid of consciousness and Virrtians as usual poured into the hall to pay homage to their hero. The numbers of visitors were reducing each day possibly because most of the Virrtians had already been there. None the less, the palace was still pretty crowded as the partying was still going on. Since the day he had been put in the hall, there had been no sign that he would wake soon-only hope. This day was different. Despite general lack of it elsewhere including outside the palace, there was wind in the hall! Even though it was for a short time, it was the sign everyone had been waiting and hoping for. The visitors were a handful at the moment of the windfall but before long, everyone had heard about it. Everyone was talking about it. In the battle those who had fought alongside him had witnessed the cutting wind from his blade. In fact, 'the wind lord' was one the common terms used to address him in and around Zytalia. This little wind mostly brought joy but it also brought some fear among those who had recently heard about Jim's potential and were not certain that he would always be on their side.

The first wind incident was followed by two others each stronger than the prior and carrying more hope for those who needed it. With each incident, news spread like a wild fire so that by the time the third incident occurred, the hall was filled to capacity with all that wanted to be witnesses. This third time was not like the first two, the wind was not only stronger but also accompanied by a hissing sound from the blade. It blew violently the witnesses had to hold on to someone or thing-those who did not, fell down!! Everything with in the hall (even the walls) apart from Jim who lay still on his bed was shaking. The wind lasted a while neither reducing nor increasing and it stopped suddenly throwing everyone in the hall down to the floor. After recovering from the shock, the witnesses stood up and moved over to look at their hero. He was not awake!! The sword in Jim's hands gave off a very bright blinding beam of light for a short while and no one could see for some time. When they finally gained back their sight, he was not awake. They all could see what was not happening but what was going on?! They wondered. 

In fact, Jim was awake he was seeing darkness. Where was he?!-he wondered. A place with this much darkness. Had he died and gone to hell?! Then he realised he might be over reasoning. Perhaps he was just closing his eyes. He tried to open his eyes and he succeeded-he saw light, he saw a roof. All this, he was seeing while lying down on the ground. On sitting and looking around, he saw walls of wood. The place was familiar, very familiar-it was his secret hide out, an abandoned cabin on the deserted outskirts of Ekitone. He was almost certain that he was not supposed to be at this location or this world but he was not too sure that he had not dreamt up the other place. It seemed liked a moment he had lived before and in fact he was certain he knew what would follow. To confirm his theory, he moved out of the cabin and looked around. He moved to the spot where he expected to find a depression with a sword in it. There was no depression and there was certainly no sword.