The Journey

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The Journey

Post by Lone » Mon Dec 05, 2005 5:14 pm

This is the first short story i've written, and im no writer but i hope some of you enjoy this, (the things i do when im waiting for a game release :D), oh and i broke it into two parts cause it seem a bit much :), well that and the ending wasnt quite finished :D.

The Journey – Part I


The dark knight took his first steps, cautiously heading into the ever growing dark of the unforgiving night. It was black now even the brightest of stars had grown dim and faded from sight. The moon which once blessed these lands with heavenly beauty was nothing more than mere blackness; still the dark knight took his first steps with unwavering resolve. He could see nothing now, not the ground under his feet nor the rusted steel of the sword he now held so vigorously, the knight knew it would be a treacherous path to take, but he still had a hope, a hope so fragile to even think of it would result in its obliteration, but still he had to believe he could find what he was searching for, he had to believe he could find a better place.

The sounds of the night were upon the lone warrior, they existed with such ferocity they could pierce the very souls of men. The knight knew he could not falter from the path, to do so would surely result in his demise, his ears served as his sight, with only the sound of the old coble path to guide his steps. After a time which had seemed to be an eternity within the blackness, the knight felt something, a sensation not belonging to touch, more of a knowing, he knew he was not alone, he was being stalked, the creature which was now in pursuit had always been following him, but only once he was blinded by the incessant night could he truly see this.

The dark knight staggered now, tiring by what seemed to be an endless journey, yet unwilling to set up camp knowing that a terrifying evil perused him, his sword once in his mighty grasp now served only to support his weakening form, the rusted steel bending under the strain placed upon it.

Silence had crept up on the warrior, were it not for the sound of his own breath he would have excepted his own death in an instance, he was still alive, he knew this, but something was wrong, the cobles which once guided his feet were no longer there, only the soft desert sands, the knight had tired so much that he had not realised he left the safety of the great road behind him. And before him a pair of viscous green eyes now pierced the sea of blackness; I have surely found my death, spoke the knight, the creature which once stalked his path now inevitable stood before him. In that moment, without hesitation, without a fleeting glance, or even a stray thought, the knight knew what had to be done, he lifted the blade of his once beautifully crafted sword and charged forward, a lesser man would have fled, but that now inconceivable hope fuelled the brave knight’s courage.

A dim light now held embrace over the sand dune as though the gods themselves chose to aid the warrior, the knight and the beast charged towards the summit with unearthly speed, such as if they were to collide the very ground would quake and crumble away.

To be continued…
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The Journey – Part II

Post by Lone » Mon Dec 05, 2005 5:15 pm

The Journey – Part II

A figure lay bleeding, surrounded by a sea of blood, which glistened under the dim glow of light, he was the pray now, his predator circling, waiting for the moment to strike. The knight had found his end, without the strength to reach for the broken shards of his blade. He had no choice left, he had to call for aid, had to call upon the gods he had so long ago forsaken. He spoke in that moment, words which were unheard by any living creature, He spoke in a silent prayer, with such volume it rivalled the thunderous skies, but still he did not make a sound.

The skies ignited, with such beauty they could weaken the most savage heart, flames of blue and orange ravaged the clouds and the sky, moving like waves cascading over a rocky beach, the gods had answered, a stream of magical energy engulfed the warrior, and as the blue energy faded from sight his wounds were healed, leaving him victim to fatigue alone. A second wave of energy now streamed from the neighbouring dunes, a magnificent purple glow, which exploded around him, and crackled from sight, and with that the warrior’s great strength had once again found him.

The gods performed one final act on this eve, the inferno which scorched the skies formed together in a river of cold flame, and began to fall from the heavens, massing around the warriors shattered blade and in the divine fires the sword was forged anew, restored to its former glory, the twin blades glistened as the everlasting flame returned, the hilt once worn and blackened now glowed with all the majesty of the kings.

The lone knight took up his sword, and his would be hunter became the hunted. The fyros knight found the gaze of the beast, its teeth dripping with fresh blood from his once mortal wound, the flames of his sword serving to guide his path, they charged forward, with one swift movement which cut the very air, the knight thrust his sword into the heart of the beast. Impaled upon the mighty fyros blades the beast took its dying breath, and as the last drops of blood ran into the sands the mighty fyros knight stood triumphantly upon hot dunes. He saw something then, something which had eluded him for so long, the sun had returned, rising with an unsurpassed beauty, and he then realised, even in the absent of these lands, the gods would not abandon him, they would follow his destiny to wherever it may take him, and the great fyros knight was gone, leaving the flaming sword behind him, in search of a new home, a new name, and a new life.

Some believe the warrior travelled east, and found his place among the forests, few of us believe he travelled further than any could imagine, and no longer resides in the world of ryzom, but in that of gananreth, no one will ever know for sure beside the gods themselves, although its is rumoured his godly sword was found in the sand beside the slain carcass of the most ferocious beast our great lands has ever know.
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Post by Ish » Mon Dec 05, 2005 7:02 pm

An excellent telling my dear friend....
And the lone knight should know that if he ever need ay help or just some good company, he could always call for his little friend from the southeast of the old lands :)

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