The island of the dead.
An island lost to time.
An island inhabited with demons and undead horrors.
So what happens when you get washed up on the island of the dead?
You fight to get off it. That's what you do.
And currently for Aphmau, Laurence, Ga...
'Death is never the end. Not truly. For the legends of our actions are what will keep our stories, what we were, alive.' -Gold Diamondclaw
In the camp. Gold started piling his stuff together, Steven had finally given it the go ahead for them to venture forward and get off the island, he was gonna miss the small camp; though he admit he preferred the warm air of the Spartan coast then this. I just want more time. More time to be alive and be myself, not a monster they say I am. Gold looked over at the sleeping Jade, who was peacefully sleeping on the bed. Gold smiled sadly, not wanting to think about what he had saw during the second vision. He put his hand on her shoulder, trying not wake her up. He packed in the last stuff and closed his bag. Jade had packed her's earlier that morning, so she was taking a nap to restore her strength. He had once made a vow, never to get close to anyone so that they wouldn't get hurt in the process. But ever since he had met Jade, he had been falling for her ever since that faithful day. He had the bright idea of fighting the legendary Jackal Knight, he was almost killed in the duel and was barely saved by Jade. He stroked his hand through her hair, trying to be gentle as he could. He loved his small angel, no matter what he became she would always accept him. He lay down next to her and attempted to get some sleep.
In the nether...
Shad was attempting to ignore his massive migraine, which had been caused by the falling nether brick. They had moved their base of operations somewhere else where it wouldn't be so obvious nor traceable if they did come under attack. He rubbed his temples, the white noise had recently become loaded and louder like upcoming crescendo that was slowly approaching. Nihil was reliably okay from his brush with the dragon berserker, though he didn't really look the same; he was more pale then usual. He hadn't seen Cinder after the disastrous event, most likely in mourning. He could see the grey hooded figure opening up the door sheepishly and closing it just as sheepishly. Shad looked up in surprise at the conjurer. "What do you want?" "We've done it. We've brought back the Jackal Knight." Shad stood up in complete surprise, they had been trying to revive the legendary knight for what seemed like months and now he was back. He followed the conjurer to one of the dungeon rooms, it was stained with fresh blood while a man in dark hunky armour was sitting cross legged and facing the wall. Limbs of the shadow priests scattered his cell, pretty obvious that he had murdered them. His helmet had two large triangular ears sticking up, viciously bared teeth and a long snout. Shad whelmed up his courage and coughed, catching the attention of the knight. It didn't turned round to answer, instead he just turned his head slightly to the side to face him. "Why am I here?" The jackal knight asked, his voice metallic and monstrous. Shad laughed, surprise now becoming mockery. "This is the legendary jackal knight? How weak and pitifu-" Without warning, there was a roar of Crimson red flames as the knight summoned a massive grey claymore sword and effortlessly cut through the bars. The knight's blade glowed red hot as he stepped through the broken bars as he aimed his massive claymore sword at Shad's throat. Garathor had immediately bolted out if the room, screaming for guards to help them "I am Cerberus, the one that you call the Jackal knight. I fell after slaying thousands of veteran Tu'laian guards with this very blade and I won't hesitate to decapitate you." The knight's voiced boomed out of his helmet.
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