The oath of the fallen

While few rays of sunlight break through the dense clouds covering a gray sky, a young man rested on one of the branches of a huge tree, an ominous and thick fog makes it unbearable even to sleep after a bloody battle.

The intense green of the leaves and the blood that spreads everywhere make a great contrast, together with the imminent silence of the cemetery forged by an immense mountain of monster corpses, a mixture of uncertainty is certainly what remains in a field that is dyed of a gray hue after having listened in silence to the screams of the people trying to survive while they were destroyed and devoured by those creatures.

His mind is immersed more and more in a dream that seems to have no end, his white skin pales and begins to writhe at the same time that a cluster of emotions bathes his consciousness.

"I can't get it out of my head"

"Every time you close your eyes, he comes to my memory, he is always there, as if waiting for me on top of a great fortress, a specter in dark armor and a spiked helmet that covers his face, he always reminds me. he sees himself sitting from an immense throne, almost as if he had the world under his feet, from his immense black armor he gives off darkness, behind him, embedded in the throne, only a huge handle is seen, it seems to be a sword, his eyes shining with yellow colors make it inevitable for me not to see it, as if it were a great force from which I cannot escape.

But my dream does not end there, I just blink and another place appears before me, it seems to be the top of a huge black tower which is surrounded by five smaller ones and when I look down I only see an abyss that has a darkness that there seems to be no end, I only hear screams, while the atmosphere turns crimson, people are killed in front of my eyes and finally my chest is pierced with a bladeless sword, however, it is an agonizing pain and the blood does not stop leaving, an immeasurable sadness fills my chest almost as if my heart were ripped out.

Then, while the invisible blade entered the depths of my chest until only the hilt is exposed, the eyes of the specter glow in a yellow sun that begins to consume while the life is exhausted in my eyes.

Now there is only silence, there is simply nothing else, only the dark and sinister emptiness.

Everything happens so slowly as if time were slowing down, all I can do is simply try to wake up.

I always think that he is trying to tell me something, but I still can't figure out what it is.

It's all the young man could think after the village was devastated by a horde of monsters while he was out exploring the forest, he wasn't crazy, he just felt remorse for being late.

"Perhaps burning the entire village along with the bodies of the people who filled these lands with moments and memories is not the most sensible thing to do, I mean, who else would know that such a place existed within this enormous mountain."

He jumped down from the tree almost as if he were flying while a large cloak covers his back, and his face, on his back he carries a huge sword in a sheath that can only be wielded with two hands, his bright yellow eyes are something that can only be seen. he can see through the darkness of the hood like two torches at midnight.

While collecting the bodies near a bonfire, the huge flames began to gain strength, the wood thundered along with the few emaciated bones left by the monsters, pouring oil on the body of the monsters and setting them on fire was the fastest option, wherever Until that stench arrives, his companions flock like an angry beehive.

"Only the burning embers and a prayer is the only thing I can offer to honor these poor souls consumed by corruption, perhaps if I had arrived earlier I could have saved them."

The gnashing of his teeth of rage without saying a single word coupled with the rage in his eyes so seems like a warning to those who hide in the shadows.

"There are few inhabited places left in these inhospitable lands, and it is becoming more and more common to see places like this village being consumed by these types of corrupted creatures."

As it moves away and it begins to get dark, he decides to enter the middle of the roots of a large tree to rest, but not before placing some spider webs or that seems to be in various parts around to be safe and be able to sleep, or fire, neither bed nor comforts are possible for this young traveler, simply the danger does not allow it.

The young man thinks of the great darkness that surrounds him as he sees a red moon emerge through the leaves of the trees:

"My father always told me that thousands of years ago, when the world was created in a time when days were not counted, the so-called ancient age or the beginning of creation, supernatural and magical beings lived in this world with people and animals as different breeds, however, over time these were disappearing and relegated to the most remote places on earth due to the great growth of human settlements.

Very few supernatural beings could be observed or allowed to be seen and interact with people.

The most curious and powerful called themselves "claimers", their name suited the case, since they offered all kinds of wishes in exchange for something of equal value, and were free to decide on the life and death of living creatures, Nicknamed as gods of death, their benevolence was scarce and every deal with them ended in tragedy, without a doubt an abysmal power, as well as supernatural, but nothing is free in this world, you must always give something in return.

"However, throughout my trip I have heard different stories, although I remember there was also an even older legend that spoke of a kingdom located on a supposed plateau on top of the largest mountain in the world, and the only center from the land "Achernar" the most prosperous and first city where all living beings from the beginning of creation were welcomed under the light of the throne of a single king, the one who ruled over all creation and the one blessed by the same creator goddess of the world".

As he sorted his thoughts about the mysteries that the world hid, his eyes grew heavier with fatigue until they began to slowly close until he was completely immersed in sleep.