Azorath's Adventure

Chapter 4: Am I Lost?!

"I think it's about time to hit the hay." Minou told Azorath, both sitting around the campfire "It's getting late." "Oh, okay." Azorath replied to his new Catunease friend, who was rolling herself up in her blanket " By the way, are we ever going to stay in a town? We are probably going to need some more rations soon. And I kinda maybe sorta wanna sleep in a real bed for the first time in years. Just saying." Minou looked at Azorath and then the backpack. She thought it was good to go to a town too, but she didn't want to take long to complete her mission. "Let's worry about that tomorrow." She spoke "Now go to sleep young one." Azorath looked at her for a second and said "You're only about two years older then me. But whatever, goodnight Minou." After he laid down, Azorath aimed his finger at the sky, as if he were to try to use Blitz Gun at the stars. Soon and without any fuss they both fell asleep.

It had been a few days traveling before this point. They laughed together at the stories they had, they bonded together, and they just talked things through. But not everything was talked about. Some things were kept secret from the other. Minou didn't know Azorath had been forced to absorbed a god-like demon, and he didnt know about her mission that led to her traveling. They just said they want to travel for a special reason. They didn't say why.

Azorath had awoken. He looked around him. The campfire was out and everything seemed foggy. "Where did all this come from? It wasn't here last night. Was it?" He asked his friend, but he had no reply. Was she still asleep? Azorath looked over at where she slept. Nothing was there, not even any sign that she slept there for the night. He tried to find the backpack, but it was also gone, nowhere to be found. All that was here was an iron sword, stabbed into the ground. It was as plain as possible, it looked like your common everyday sword Something that would be made for a war, cheap and easy to make so that everyone could have. "Uhhhhh." He spoke to nobody "I guess I'll just take this." Azorath looked around but could barely see in front of him "I mean nobody is here anyway. He wrapped his hands around the sword's handle, and he went to pull it from its dirt sheath. But it would not budge. It seemed glued down. He pulled harder, he wanted the newly found weapon. After trial and error, Azorath was finally able to remove the seemingly legendary sword and he raised it up, to show off his achievement. A smile flashed upon his face, but disappeared after a second.

"I've got to get out of here. But.... where do I go?" Azorath spoke to himself as he looked around. "Well.....I guess I should-" He stopped when he noticed the track of foot prints leading away. "This is my best way out of here, and...kinda my only way. Unless I wanna walk blindlessly." His eyes and body followed it as he walked, almost as if he was obeying the prints. They made twists and turns, and they looped around. Soon they led him to a familiar building. One he had grown up in for many, many years. He stood there for a second, just staring at the structure that had caused him so much pain before he fled. In a single moment he took a deep breathe, put his hand on the door knob, and opened it slowly. There was nothing but darkness. As he walked on the door shut behind him. Lights turned on. Azorath clenched his fist in anger and had a surprised look. Two emotions were fighting each other, fighting for how he would feel. He couldn't believe the sight that was in front of him.