Assassin of Dimesca

Abyss

"Before we could ever grow, we must first release the darkness that holds back the light in our hearts, the darkness that prevents us from changing..." 

- Gabriella 

After the psychic healed his wound, the caravan dropped him at the edge of a great valley.  

"Thank you, old witch." He said. 

"Don't mind it, boy." The psychic answered. "You have a very high tolerance against pain. You are strong. And you have a... unnatural healing capability. When I tended your wound it was already half closed? Plus you have those strange glowing eyes. You're not human are you?" she asked. 

"I had always asked that question to myself. But, like every one of you, I too was born and grew up normally. It's just, I am different. I don't know why?" he answered. 

"Wished to see you again, lad." She smiled. "Hope that when we meet again the devil already knows what magic really is. Good bye!" She added laughing. 

The Assassin nodded. Soon the caravan started leaving him. He watched closely as it traveled down the path to Dimnemna. The caravan's travel is soon at an end while the Assassin's journey had just yet begun.  

He looked back and saw a massive desert wasteland. The climate was arid while hot strong winds sweep the whole land. In front of him lies a large dark valley. Down there black fog strangely covered everything. He couldn't see anything. But in there, in that wasteland where nothing grows and lives, far away from civilization, he could find what he needed. Even though unasserted of his fate and doubtful of the Metronome's existence, he knew that in there his destiny awaits him. All of his hopes lie down there, in that remote desert land known as Al'allah. 

Underneath the dark clouds that covered the valley below no one knew what was beneath there. Every man who had ever dared to descend that steep valley had never returned to tell their tale. So that dark valley is still shrouded in mystery. Countless legends and myths surrounded that strange place. Some tell of tales that there were demons and monsters that thread its surface that were always hungry for new prey to consume. That particular valley he was standing on was called "The Valley of the Dragon". It got its name due to the legends that says once before there was a great and massive dragon, larger than the seven kingdoms combined, that lives there. The dragon's name was Jide'a Kuma. The Assassin's master would always tell him about the said dragon. Lazarus was very fond at telling about its legend. The people who once saw it said that once before, Jide'a Kuma soared throughout the skies of Al'allah that seems to be somewhat protecting something. But then one day, the great dragon vanished. Some speculated that someone killed the dragon but others believed that Jide'a Kuma was just hiding. Hiding under the protection of the dark valley, where no one else could see him, against something, maybe more powerful than himself. Sometimes when travelers walked across Al'allah they would hear loud roars coming from under the valley. Those roars were believed to come out from the legendary dragon, Jide'a Kuma. 

However no dragon, no monster, no beast could ever stop or scare the determined Assassin off. The Oracle had spoken of a tower that will lead him to the Metronome that lies just underneath the valley. He looked down and saw how steep the valley is. It goes all the way straight down like a massive wall, protecting what is beneath. There were no slopes or cracks that he could use to ever climb back. If he ever chooses to go down, there was no coming back. But he had traveled far enough, he was left with no choice but to continue. He tightened his things. He grabbed hold of his precious locket. Then he took a step back and prepared to jump.  

Trusting only his faith, he jumped off the valley and descended into the darkness. It was a high fall but the Assassin still remained in tack. His body was used to it. He was trained to endure any kind of physical pain. From falling to being beaten and to being stabbed, he had done it all. Like a real killing machine. He stood up from the ashes and from the dusts in his feet. Covered in thick clouds of dark sands drifting with the strong gusts of wind, the Assassin started his quest to find the fabled tower.