The Sword of Eagles Wrath

Spirit of the Portal

John sat in aw.
"That's Impossible. Jakeryn said he... he couldn't use the relics because he wasn't a Jakeryn!" John practically Yelled.
"He'd like you to believe that. The truth is, Kamalon was the Father of six along with his wife, Queen Scaffil." John's jaw dropped. "The truth is there's more to this world then meats the eye." The shield blink one last time before going dormant.
"John you need to learn that some are better than other." John grit his teeth.
"Is there anything else you need to know."
"Oh yes of course I fact I need your help. John humans fascinate me. Ever since I was a kid, I dreamed of going to there realm to see. However as you may know, there's only one way to get there. The portals." Vladren took a breath of air. "Not many know exactly were it is. While we know it's in the Erir Jungle, it's exacts spot is unknown to most. Except for you."
"How am I different than Jakeryn."
"Cause you know the other side. You know how I could get there without raising an eyebrow. It's much stranger over there and if I asked my brother, he'd tell me to nail a dead bird to the first thing you saw!" He "John I will give you a deal. I can spare your life and even let you free." Johns eyes widened. He already knew that there was more.
"What's the catch?"
"You will bring me to the portal, and helps me get around your world. John prayed that the men he'd seen in the vision were coming to save him.
"What about Jakeryn?" He asked. Vladren grimaced.
"Jakeryn will stay with us, Alive." John sighed. He knew that "freed" would have been better, but so was "alive". John figured new that trying to escape at this point was out of the question, but if he could get him alone with less soldiers, he might have a shot.
"How many people would come." John asked. Vladren was clearly catching on.
"As many as we need." He grind. John thought to himself about the pros and cons. At this point it was die here, or submit.
John finally sighed and nodded his head, having not much choice. He knew escape wouldn't be very easy, but he would try.
"Splendid!" Vladren exclaimed. "Now get to bed! We have a busy day ahead of us." Vladren lead him upstairs to an empty room. He snapped and a bed appeared before him. John lied there for hours, falling asleep at points. He would always wake up to sweat. Finally after what felt like years, the door swung open. John felt strange, he wasn't sweating like he was before. He peered at the man in the room. It was Jakeryn. He had a hood on and an eyepatch across his face.
"Jakeryn! Sir!" He cried out. He paused to take a closer look. He was crying and bent over. A thick fog appeared around him as he was pulled away into a thick blue spiral. Hooded figures appeared all around Johns bed. They snapped and arrows flew towards him. The arrows were about to hit when he snapped awake.
A concerned maid was bent over staring at him. He realized he was covered in even more sweat again, and had a burning pain on his arm. He looked at it to see scratches from his own hands. He looked up at the maid.
"Sorry." He said to her. The door swung open as Vladren, dressed in a long brown hood, bursted in. His head turned like at a snap like a robot, His eyes like a snake.
"Go away!" John didn't even Remember thinking. The words slipped through without any thought. Guards piled behind Vladren but he stopped them. John panted heavily. Vladrens face went strange. It was what most would consider kind, that felt like anything but it.
"Bring us now boy." He said in firm voice. John stood up and was given a dark red tunic, and beige pants. They also gave him a pair of brown boots and a potion.
"Drink it now!" Vladren barked. It was a mix of green purple and reddish orange. It bubbled and popped in the vile. He brought it to his mouth drank it. They put him on the top of a Vladren's royal carriage.
"John, tell me where you came with Jakeryn."
"Well, we started in a Jungle and now were." Vladren grinned.
"Oh John, you'll have to be more specific then that." He had the same nice face as before, along with the firm happy tone.
John explained in detail what had gone on so far and even how he'd gone through the portal. Any time he said something to specific, the scratch he'd made would burn and bleed. After a few minutes the men whipped their horses and the carriage was pulled off. As the horses pulled them away from the mysterious prison, John began to hear voices. Not from the guards around him, but in his head. They kept repeating over and over, ringing in his head

"Spirit of the Portal, are you with us."