Concordis the forgotten Place

Chapter 1: Beginning

I wander into the village, limping along the dirty path, luckily it was nigh time so no-one would see my bloody arm or my tattered clothes. Not that they would care as this village was filled with barbarians and Viking all-alike.

I look at the old broken-down houses, and the villagers walking around most of them drunk, their was obviously a festival since maidens wore lovely dresses and the Vikings and barbarians were flashing silver and gold.

"Urgh!" I stumble to the floor my arm searing in pain.
"Do you need help, handsome" asks a lovely maiden standing with 5 other maidens as they all giggle. I fake a smile and say "It takes a lot more than booze to kill me" I lie as to not draw attention to myself, I immediately sway away and kneel next to a wall.

I examine my arm, a deep gash going from the shoulder to the elbow, so deep I could see bone. "Fucking Shadow Weaver!" I curse as I remember the man that struck me, he was still after me, resilient he was chasing me from the City of Troy until here in this god-forsaken place. I look at my left uninjured arm and stare at my wrist there tied around my wrist was the Philosophers Stone, master gem of alchemy. I did alot to obtain this, that is why the Shadow Weaver wants me, I would bet my head on it. I close my eyes and focus, yet still nothing happens, no Alchemy. Alchemy is changing matter into something else of equal value (fair trade), but with the Philosophers Stone, fair trade does not count, which means I can change my injured arm into a completely normal arm not only that I could be immortal, not that I wanted to be, I was no-god.

I hear the shattering of a window, and as I turn my head a man goes flying out the window. And all that is heard from inside is jeery laughter, the man that was thrown out gets up Laughing, obviously drunk he climbs in through the broken window cutting himself on the glass, Drunkard. Through the broken window I see inside, It was a bar full of maidens and Vikings. Alcohol would help in this situation, and I could stitch my arm up, I was losing blood and fast. I painfully get up and limp towards the bar. As I enter, an odour of sweat and alcohol overtakes me, and disgust fills me. All around me I see Barbarians, Vikings and Maidens all wearing shiny jewellery and showing off either their masculinity or big breasts. I limp towards the counter table and painfully sit on a stool as I call the bartender, a fat man with a messy grey beard.
"What would you like?" He says in a deep voice that rattles his messy beard.
"Strongest bottle you have" I say, groaning in pain as I clutch my injured arm. The bartender walks away off to fetch the bottle. I reach into my pocket to take out a gold coin when a Drunkard sitting next to me falls face first onto the counter. I look at the man his head was overflowing with dirty blond hair and his buff arms gripped a bottle of beer, one in each hand, a heavy drinker he was. He definetely was a Viking his demeaneour said so, he's large shoulders and beefy arms. But he wasnt wearing clean gold armour like the others, his was a mixture of leather and silver, very dirty silver it was almost  like he fought a giant.......and won.
"Here's your beer" said the bartender as places the beer on the table, I take out a gold coin and slide it to the bartender and say "Keep the change" as I turn around to walk off a hand grabs me by the shoulder a strong hand I turn around to face the Drunkard with his face close to mine, I  move back a bit as he's  face was in mine.
"If you don't mind, seeing as you have money to spare, how about buying me a drink " he asks of me, he has blue eyes and a row of shiny teeth which is odd for a drunkard. I try to nudge away but his grip is tight.
"Come on" he says and flashes a smile, he must be mistaking me for a maiden, alcohol addict.
"Watch the drunkard beg!" Says a Viking refferring to the drunkard. "Just like your wife begged for my manhood?" The drunkard retorts and the whole bar goes silent. I let out a small snicker as well as a few others. "Shut up!" Screams the Viking
"Keep your mouth shut I would hate to chop off that manlihood" threatens the Viking.
"Shame then your wife would be disappointed" says the drunkard and the Viking immediately snaps, I move out the way quickly as the Viking lunges at the drunkard with a right hook. The drunkard grabs the fist and returns with a hook of his own but the Viking ducks under the fist and goes behind the drunkard lifting him up and slamming him on the counter causing the counter to break and leaving the drunkard unconscious. The Viking gets up and everyone cheers with laughter and cheered for the Viking, "Take that!" Says the Viking as he pulls down his trousers and begins to urinate on the drunkard. I let out a small snicker and that's when I take my leave. As I walked out I found a narrow alleyway and I sat down and started drinking the beer heavily wanting to numb my senses.

After an hour of drinking I feel the beer finally taking effect. I sigh a long sigh, my life. One mess up after the other, what was I going to do? As I get up I feel a familiar cold feeling and a "tap" "tap" sound. I look down the alleyway and see a man with silver hair wearing a dark cloak. "No" I whisper
"Oh yes, didn't take as long as you expected for me to find you did it?" Asks the Shadow Weaver I start moving back, I feel my body swaying with the alcohol taking effect. The Shadow Weaver taps his nails against each other "tap" "tap".
" I am a creature of habit and I like a good hunt so I'll give you a running headstart" he says with a snicker.
"So run" he says looking at me sternly. I stand still he lifts his hand up and the shadows around us start to creep up from the floor like strings entangling and swirling around each other to form a solid, abyssal black spear object the abilities of a Shadow Weaver.
"Run" he says again and I immediately start running through the alleyway, across the street maidens and Vikings looking at me like I was crazy, I needed to get away from him the Shadow Weaver. I run pushing my lungs to the limit out of the village and into the darker forest, I needed somewhere open somewhere with enough light.

Completely enveloped in dark trees and shadows I stumble and fall as the booze sways me to the left and right. But I get up and continue running. Our last encounters I was lucky to get away but this time, I saw no-hope. I fell again flat on my belly and as I got up I heard the "tap" "tap" again.
"No!" I say as strings of Shadow start to hold me down.
"No!" I say again
"Yes cry, cry for help but no-one will hear you, so give up" he says gleefully as I start shaking in fear, the shadows didn't feel cold nor warm they were just there yet not, existent yet non-real. 
The strings lift me up by the throat, and I  feel the air leave my lungs my feet struggling to find ground, but none.
"Now die!" The Shadow Weaver says as he make a Spear of Shadow and flings it towards me.

I close my eyes.

Waiting for the embrace of death.

But nothing.

I dare to open my eyes and I see the drunkard from the bar holding the spear in his hand. Blood trickling down his hand, shadows were sharp. The Shadow Weaver looks at the drunkard almost amazed, the Shadow spear was showing clear force but the Drunkard was resisting it completely with one hand. "Viking I suggest you move before somebody gets hurt" says the Shadow Weaver
"Can't do that, this guy owes me a drink" he says indicating to me, my vision starts to get blurry as the Shadow strings we're still strangling me, but all of a sudden they started to loosen and I take a deep gasp of air. The shadows in the blink of an eye form a spear and plunge straight into the Drunkards back, I gasp as I am amazed at what I see, the Shadow spear didn't even penetrate the Drunkards leather and silver armour.
"Last chance, leave" warns the Drunkard
"You think I fear you?" Asks the Shadow Weaver tapping his nails against each other "tap" "tap"
As shadows pour up from the ground and form several Spears
"Me scared of you?" Asks the Shadow Weaver.
"You don't need to fear me"
says the Drunkard opening his hand as if reaching for something as the dust particles on his armour begin to rise and his eyes turn blue.
"Die!" Screams the Shadow Weaver hurling the spears at the Drunkard, my heart skips a beat. Then something faster then the eye can see flies into the Drunkards palm as lightning strikes!

The shadows seem to evaporate due to the intense light. The ground cracks and the air thickens with heat, I stare at the magnitude that is the lightning.
Then all the lightning seems to get sucked up, absorbed into a concentrated stream into........ A hammer?

"You don't need to fear me, you only have to understand my power"

"For I am Thor!"

Hello Wattpaders this is my first book on this account, please read and tell your friends, vote and comment so I can make it better. It's based off mythology in general so if there is something you want to see just say so, aight. Enjoy and remember theirs power in unity🍀🌺💎