Black blurrs your vision, feathers cloud your face. You are carried out of the fire, the only sound heard is your muffled screams screams and shouts and blood pulsing im your eara. Suddenly you are met to the hard, cold ground. Head turning to look at the beast that carried from that hell, its features become as clear as the brightest night. A curropted demon with large, dark horns as dark as the empty space you share, and long, black wings looms in front of you. You look at the bloody gash from your stumbling journey. The demon drops down to you and lifts your chin, its long, cold nails scratching your chin bony. You stare it in its cold, deep, daring eyes. "Each scar tells it's own story," It lifts your hand, with its cold hands, its touch burning like fire. They hold up your hand to make sure you see it clearly. "This scar represents this broken story." It caresses your broken wrist in its frost-like palms. "Remember why you're here, for only then will you be shown the story." Their dark horns burn with a fury of fire."Come with me, see the Maze of Stories" You try to stand, pain surging through your broken body, the demon helps you.
You hop on the back of the demon with ease, it's black feathers tickling your skin gently. You are lifted in the air, your fears fading away. For the first time in this hell of a dream, you smile.
You glide on nothing for what seems to be endless hours, then you reach the Maze of Stories. The demon hurls you off its back, causing you to crash onto a pile of papers, all blank and empty with no story to tell. The demon looms in front of you with a dark aura. "Fight me, if you win, you live, if you lose, well," He raises his arm. "You,ll find out" They summon a spear and gaze at you with a smirk that so sharp it alone could kill you. Desperately scurrying around your handstumbles apon a knife as sharp as the smile of your enemy and a bow as smooth as the demons dark feathers.
Chose your weapon
