The world before him was vast. Large, rolling hills covered in grass and hope. The gentle breeze let the grass dance, winding its way through tall and ancient trees. One particularly massive oak stood proudly in the centre of the forest, protecting an aged blade beneath its gnarled roots. Slimes bounced their way through the emerald glades in the day; by night, shambling corpses and ancient monstrosities rendered the forest too dangerous for a mere mortal.
Far, far to the south was a large, shimmering expanse of ice and snow. Natural tunnels crisscrossed the area, cutting through the snow and forming paths to the land beneath. Trapped lakes beneath fragile ice waited to chill victims to the bone; down in the caverns, however, piranha-like fish stalked the darkened waters, hoping for even a little prey. Skeletons clacked their way through forgotten halls further to the south. These darkened halls, illuminated by unnatural candles with flickering blue flames, shimmered with the cursed energy. A single human, cursed to guard it eternally, waited impatiently for the warrior to free him.
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10 Minute Tales, Part 2
FantasyBecause I only learnt today that any one story can have up to 200 posts. Makes sense, there has to be a logic to it...
