Paladin's Quest

Prologue

Hey Guys and Girls, this is my first attempt at a Fantasy book of my own. I hope that you will like this book. I know it is a pretty grim start but it will all make sense in the future I hope. English is not my native language so please forgive if I have any grammatical mistakes and please mention any concerns you have in the comments! Thanks! Have fun reading this book!.

If you have any suggestions for the sword name comment below :) Not a fan of the one I picked.         

 The prison cell enveloped the lonely man in darkness, broken only by the faint glow of moonlight that filtered through a small window. His body hung lifelessly, suspended by his outstretched arms that were bound by chains attached to the wall. His ankles were also shackled, restricting any movement. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he could make out the intricate markings etched onto the walls by previous prisoners, a testament to the despair that had consumed this place. A heavy iron door loomed before him, a formidable barrier that taunted his yearning for freedom. The agonizing screams of tortured souls echoed through the corridors, a constant reminder of the horrors that awaited him. 

The man winced in pain as another piercing scream reverberated through the air, triggering memories of his own torment. His body bore the scars of countless lashings, the gashes etched into his muscular frame serving as a haunting reminder of the relentless abuse he had endured. His hands throbbed with agony, the bones within still mending from the brutal beatings inflicted upon him. Bruises marred his face, a testament to the relentless interrogation tactics employed by his captors in their desperate quest for information. His fierce, steely grey eyes burned with a fiery determination, reminiscent of a caged lion ready to pounce on its prey. Dried blood stained his face and clothes, a grim testament to the violence that had consumed his existence.

          In his desperate search for an escape route from his confining cell, he scoured every nook and cranny, but alas, there seemed to be no glimmer of hope. Frustration and fury consumed him as he directed his rage towards the very men who had inflicted immense suffering upon him, loyal followers of Xalvador, the epitome of malevolence in this realm. Just when he thought all was lost, a surge of memories flooded his mind, resurrecting words he had once read in the distant past.

"From the dawn of time, a relentless battle for control of this world has raged between the mighty Creator and the cunning Xalvador. In the ancient days, when the Creator was meticulously crafting the very fabric of our existence, fashioning creatures, plants, and humans with care, Xalvador, one of the earliest beings, dared to defy the Creator's command and deceived him. Thus began an enduring conflict that has spanned countless millennia, shaping the very essence of the Paladins' history. For centuries, these noble warriors have valiantly fought against the relentless forces of Xalvador, unwavering in their dedication to safeguarding the Creator's vision and preserving the delicate balance of power."

         As the sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears, the man instinctively glanced upwards. He could sense the impending doom, and despite his desperation, he knew he was powerless to prevent it. Summoning every ounce of strength, he strained his neck to look up and observed the door swinging open. Stepping into the room was a man with a sinister aura, his dark hair adding to his menacing appearance. Behind him trailed a burly, bald figure, notorious for his expertise in inflicting pain upon prisoners. However, there was a third man, an enigma yet to reveal himself, lurking in the shadows, intensifying the air of uncertainty.

"I hope our guest is feeling right at home, Grim" the man of dark hair said to the bald man.

"Of course, master. Gareth and I had a nice good chat the other day. Like best friends." Grim replied. Gareth hated the man named Grim with all his heart, and he had sworn that one day he would have his revenge, but chained as he was on the wall, it was a far fetched dream.