Salockin's Story

Chapter 2

Images flash before my eyes. A raging storm of death and destruction. Men killing men and Woman killing woman, but within all the images the giant looming form, of the swordsman with menacing smile on his face, and slender flaming blade in hand. As his giant looming form approaches me, turning I start to run into the void like darkness from him. Suddenly the ground seems to collapse, and I starting sinking through the ground.

No, don't let him catch me. I'll do anything, really ANYTHING. The ground, whats happening? Why am I sinking. where am I, where's Ryloff? Help Me Please!

Suddenly the giant menacing figure of the swordsman is looming over me. I try to pull myself out of my ground, but it seems to stick to me. Looking up at the swordsman, I feel true anger pulsing through me and the true delight of pain in his eyes. Suddenly he bursts into flame, and he falls to the ground. His flaming sword dropping from his hand. The writhing flames eat away the body and ground.

Living flames, where am I. He deserved it though, dying in agony.

The flames suddenly lift of the still body of the swordsman and rise into the air. Their flaming eyes stare me, and suddenly fly around on circular patterns. Looking up at the dances flames, I realise they've disappeared, and in its place is a flaming skull of pure evil. As it flies towards me, I see the fire dance off it, and ignite in mid air, causing flames to spread round room. Suddenly the world explodes in fire, death and destruction, and I fly through the air falling into the distant void of nothingness.

Suddenly my eyes open, and light hits my eyes.

Whoa, where am I. That must have been a dream, because it's to horrible to be real. Gosh, I'm dripping with sweat and my head is hurting like hell! What happened to me? Oh yes. The swordsman. His blows must have really got through to me, and Ryloff. Wait, where is Ryloff. He saved me, from death even. I gotta find out where I am, and find him. I gotta thank him, and protect him from what they do to punish him for his actions.

Looking around the room, I try think of whereabouts I might be. It's not an unusual room, it has the normal bed in the corner, a wooden chest of draws along the side of the walls, and table in the centre of the room surrounded by two, heavily worn, wooden chairs. The walls are made of the normal reasonable soft wood with a straw roof and a wooden frame. As my eyes search the room, I see one peculiar thing, a mirror.

Thats strange, villagers don't usually have mirrors, they just cant afford them. Only the rich and wealthy own them because they like to stare adoringly at their own reflection. But why would someone in the village have one, if I really am still in the village that is. I wish Ryloff was here, I really do. Need to go, and get out.

Suddenly, for the first time I realise I'm lying on a bed, wrapped up in soft blankets with a soft pillow behind my head. Flinging the blankets off, I swing my legs off the side of the bed and onto the floor.

Come on, you can do this, just one foot at a time.

Taking a deep breath, I start pushing myself onto the weight of one foot.

Yeah thats it, doing fine!

Suddenly agonising pain shoots up my leg, and I collapse onto the wooden floor.

Well crap!

The room no looks quite different from on the floor. It looks much taller and bigger, more threatening. With my face, cheek first on the wooden floorboards, the smell of dust leaps up nose.

This room hasn't been used for a long time, the floor's coated with dust, so is all the furniture. The room must belong to either someone wealthy, or a thief.