The Sorcerer of Xezath

Chapter 4 - My Mom Will Surely Kill Me.

Chapter 4 – My Mom Will Surely Kill Me.

I don’t what happened to me. All I know is that I’m still alive.

By the time my eyes open, the only thing that I can see is darkness. Pure darkness, that make me want to die rather than staying in here.

I don’t know if my eyes are close or not, cause whichever I do, I always see the same thing. After a long time of being in here, the whole thing suddenly changes.

Grass grow up from the ground like plants growing in fast version. From the dark world the sky appears with the sun and clouds, spreading out from just a small amount of space. The land parts lowered, forming platforms of highness and texture. All of a sudden, I am in top of a mountain.

I look at my hands, my arms, and my body. I realize I’ve grown, I’m in an older version of me. I wear a cape, a cloak, and a full metal armor. In a short description, I look like a warrior assassin magician. Awesome.

I have a staff between my left palm and my fingers, it is coated with black diamond, silver vines is tangled around it, and there’s also a violet orb glowing above it—also tangled with vines. I put my hands in my sword belt and draw my sword. I raise my sword upwards, and shout “We will stand. We will survive.”

It’s not my voice. It’s not my words. It’s not my body. This is not me.

Voices and cheers roared behind me. I look back seeing hundreds of people, wearing cloaks, some wear armors, all have weapons, swords, axes, spears, staff and wands.

I view down the mountain. I can see monsters, many of them, making their way up ahead, carrying venom and chaos with them. They’re number defeats our number, their strength, intellect and defense are much stronger than ours. I can easily assume a defeat, but I don’t underestimate these people’s skills and power.

Someone touches my shoulder, and I turn to look at him. He have gold eyes under his golden helm. He wear no armor but his breastplate and his black sword in his hand.

“Pantheos,” I called him, my voice is deep, very manly, very brave “What do you think? Will we survive this?”

“I don’t know Demexus, I don’t know. . .” He muttered, shaking his head, his voice is clean and young. “This is just the beginning. I’m sure more will come.”

“Of course,” Someone who is on the other side of me said. She have white hair and eyes of green grass. She wears an Egyptian dress— long dress patterned with gold and blue lines, crafted with writings that I don’t understand. She has an animal in her shoulder who looks like a lizard. “We will be facing the wrath of the gods.”

The monsters are making their way, jumping through rocks, and running as fast as they can. I can see their gruesome features, some have one eye, some have bullheads, some have horse body, and more stuff. Some of them are flying demons with bat wings and things that I cannot explain.

“Zyramie.” I called.

“Yes?” The girl with the white hair responded, her voice sounds sweet and caring.

“I’m going to lead the battle, find out how many are they, use the skies.” I ordered. “After that,” I look straight at her eyes. “Help us.”

She nodded. Wings sprout from the lizard on her shoulder, as it flies up the sky. It soars through the winds under the sunlight, and flies back towards us. It land on the ground, and in my surprise, the thing that is once a lizard becomes a dragon, larger than Charl’s mansion. The dragon have green scales, lizard head, and bat’s wings. The dragon lowered its head, as Zyramie— the girl with the white hair, pats the dragon’s scaly head, and the dragon seems to like it.