league of the Asbronian dragons- on hold

1. The Warning

1 - The Warning

His heart beat faster and faster as he walked through what seemed like a never ending white fog. How do I get out of here?

It was so surreal the way it surrounded him, like an abyss of soft silk cloak with clips on the outside, or someplace where he couldn’t get to them easily, untouchable; It seemed like there was no ending, much less a beginning.

He walked on through, much like a mole digs with no sense of direction. When his bare feet touched the ground all he felt was a slight tingle as if he was actually walking on a non-existent current, perhaps hovering, but walking in the air.

He kicked his feet as he wandered through the endless emptiness, watching carefully the way they flexed and released when he arched his feet.

A sense of foreboding crept over him. Glancing around he tried to gather his bearings amongst his featureless surroundings. Black flickered in the corners of his vision. He spun around, instinctively crouching into a defensive position and then he saw it clearly; a small army of tall, dark figures were striking towards him, a hundred metres and closing. Spinning on the ball of his foot, he simultaneously rose and began to run. As his feet thudded rhythmically he found it a little difficult to run on a surface that sends tingles through his body however even more difficult that he could see no discernable feature to run towards, but any direction should do as long as it’s away from whatever they are.

Gasping, he tried to force air into his lungs as he tried to focus, on something, anything! Gagging slightly and trying to catch his breath as he ran he began to chant; “I can’t let them catch me! I can’t let them catch me! I have to keep moving!” However when he increased his speed, so did they.

He whipped his head back and concentrated on making his limbs move fast enough that he could hope to escape their grasp. His torn trousers were starting to catch on the heels of his feet making it that little bit extra difficult to run on the tingly, slippery surface.

He has to see how close they are but to do that he needed to shift his focus which could potentially ruin everything but even if it’s to break his concentration for one moment surely that wouldn’t matter. His heart skips a beat as he tore his eyes behind his retreating figure. Whatever hope he had hoped that he had had vanished instantly.

There was only twenty metres between them and still no sign of an escape, he hopelessly tried to stay ahead but before he knew it, he was surrounded!

He stopped dead still, every muscle twitching, and every muscle urging his body to move, to run, and to escape. Rotating slowly, his eyes flicked, surveying his captors. Every possible way out was blocked, his only option was force. Impulsively he struck out at what seemed like the weakest figure which was probably foolish but better than standing like an idiot waiting for his death to be delivered. Throwing himself at it, he aimed for the groin and shoulder simultaneously. Mid-air he was sure he had it in the bag, as his flying figure approached the body he felt himself slam into the ground, his eyes rolling into his head as he started to convulse uncontrollably. The instant he came into contact with the figure, all of his systems seemed too collapsed as if he was dead ash and devoid of life, like them.

All at once they seemed to close in on him; the one that he had tried to attack picked him up by the arm and threw him into the middle of the circle like he weighed nothing. They closed in so that all he could see was layers upon layers of intimidating black figures.

He could feel that his system was still in shock and he instinctively curled up into the fetal position, eyes shut, and body shaking anticipating the first strike, only it didn’t come.

Hesitantly he opened his eyes enough to just peek through the cracks of his fingers.

They were muttering amongst themselves, probably trying to decide how to kill him. Well stuff that I ain’t going down without a fight! He stood up and straightening his back, trying to make himself look big and not scared even though he was shaking.

Now that he was looking at the figures squarely he could see why he was scared and why he is still terrified. They resembled a typical grim reaper though when he looked at them closely it didn’t look like there was a single bad bone in there body or any bones for that matter. Not a single one was less than three metres tall and they were all wearing dark cloaks with stringy holes through them, I guess their mummies don’t know how to make proper clothes. Whoops, excuse my manners. He couldn’t see their faces but they just seem to hover there, just like the fog around them.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? LET ME GO!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping that would at least make them blanch a little at trying to mess with him.

They didn’t even flinch, not even a flicker of recognition they just kept pressing closer to him, pointing and muttering hypnotically, “It’s you, it’s you, you’re the one who did it, he did it, he can’t do it, and we can’t let him do it…”

What the heck, “what did I do? I swear I didn’t do anything, please let me go!” he launched himself at the closest one, trying to distract him enough for him to break through.

The largest of the figures stepped forward, so I’m guessing his the leader of this whole stupid thing. He picked him up as if he was nothing but wind and threw him to the ground which is really ironic considering you can’t pick up wind, sure you can conceal it or condense its pressure to a physical weight and then perhaps pick it up which would then actually make it very heavy being condensed and all.. Damn it I’m getting off track again, this place really seems to disorientate my mind and Man was I really getting over this whole man handling me thing! He tried to get up, and the figure closest to him threw him down again and they all pressed forward, smothering him.

He screamed and kicked, “LET ME GO! LET ME UP! I SWEAR I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!”

Suddenly they all withdrew a few metres back, leaving him disorientated, the leader stepped forward again.

Stooping over him, he summoned a cold, papery hand which he placed on his forehead. he glanced up as he took an empty breath that seemed to shake his frame.

“Young man it is not what you did, but what you’re going to do.” His voice was grand and like velvet that seemed to wrap itself around him but his touch contradicted it, it left a cold emptiness that seemed to drain his soul of its very essence which made his body shake with great shudders.

The figures melted together once again.

He stood up shakily, “what do you mean, I don’t understand? What do you mean by it’s what I’m going to do? How do you know?”

They pressed forward again forming a semi-circle forcing him backwards and making him fall and stagger. They pointed and chanted, “… you did! You did it! You opened the gate! You opened the gate! You released the demons; you released the demons of Du Vran’ga!”

They circled him a few times then as suddenly as they had appeared they disappeared, melting away in all directions, dissipating into nothing. He started to spin and stumble, his shirt half hanging off him, sticking to him with the mixture of sweat and salt, he picked a random direction and he ran unsure of what else to do.

“I don’t understand, please come back, what’s Du Vran’ga? What gate? Tell me…”

He begged, he ran and he yelled yet to no avail.

His blood was throbbing in his ears.

His energy seemed to leave his body in a rush; he became disorientated as the white endless fog closed in around him, closer and closer, consuming him.

He fell to his knees, in almost a hopeless whisper he cried, “No, please? I have to know, what ever it is I have to know…”

And the white air faded into darkness.

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