Malcon lay down on his bed, for a while he had been trying to sleep but for some reason he couldn't.
The image of the old lady who lost her eye, just by looking at him loomed into his mind.
then the voice.
'is it all linked up?' Malcon asked himself.
His eyes slowly grew heavy, he fought to keep them open, but they closed against his will.
Opening his eyes he saw himself in the same room.
The floor was damp beneath him, and the echoing drops of water weren't comforting. The light was faint, barely enough to see, but with his ability, he moved forward, as he could see clearly in the dark.
Malcon's eyes widened in horror as he instinctively covered his nose. The thick stench of blood hung in midair. Stacks of skeletons were arranged like pyramids. A pool to blood coated the ground, casting a dull, crimson glow to the entire room.
"HELLO MALCON."
The voice was cold, inhuman, slicing through the silence of the room. Malcon felt his heart drop into his stomach, as he looked up, tracing the voice.
Looking up at a towering pile of skeletons was a throne made of bones and skulls, seated comfortably on the throne was a humanoid figure.
"WE MEET AT LAST."
"Who…who…what are…what are you?" Malcon starmed, his face filled with horror.
He felt his heart vanish this time around, as a sudden airwave smashed onto his face, his eyes interlocking with two blood red eyes.
"CALL ME UTHRED."
It seemed as though the information was too much, as Malcon's Iris instantly went up and his body fell to the pool of blood.
*******
In a dimly lit up, pin drop silent room, seven captains sat comfortably. The only thing they had in common was the white mask they each wore, although each mask was slightly different in its own ways. Behind each of the captains stood their vice, unlike the captains, they weren't wearing any mask but their face was void of expression like a mask.
Slowly the captains each stood up as a resounding footstep echoed.
"I, Lord Vemya, second in command of the holy knight, will be the host of today's meeting." the man who walked in said, his voice filled with authority, unlike the others he wasn't wearing any mask but his eyes were wrapped in a vail of white cloth.
"The captain commander is feeling a bit unwell, So he won't be present in today's meeting." he added as they all sat down.
"As you all know this meeting was called because of an emergency. Our scout sensed a great outburst of wild aura deep in the woods of South, an army of fifty men was quickly arranged and sent. Not even their dead bodies returned back to us." he stopped, taking a deep breath.
"This horde of demons has raided three villages in the South, increasing the size of their army. If we don't stop them, by the time they get to North thire army may be bigger than Averlion soldiers."
"Commander, allow me to raise an army of fifty and march into south." one of the captain said, his deep voice arching for war.
"Your still as hot blooded as ever Sir Criston." Vemya said.
"let me go instead, commander." another female captain proposed.
"Would have been well fited for the job commander Rose, but I'll be sending commander Ambrose.
"it would be my honour commander." Ambrose said.
"This meeting is over." Vemya said, standing up and they all followed suit.
"May the light of Odin guide you." he added.
****
Peter. A man with blond messy hair and deep sea blue eyes, couldn't resist the joy that swelled his face.
After all this year's of applying to be a member of the holy knight, his request was finally granted, and he was also being sent on a mission with captain Ambrose.
A smile crept on his face as he remembered his wife's reaction when he told her that he had been accepted into the holy knight. His only child Frank, boasted of him to his friends at school.
"Yo, Peter were marching." his friend James called, snapping him back to reality.
He quickly picked his helmet, running outside, as he joined the line of fifty holy knights, led by captain Ambrose.
For more than an hour they marched through the thick forest of the Balerion. The moon and star staring down at them.
"I never thought this day would come," Peter said, still smiling. "We are finally a member of the holy knight." he added.
"And we are on our first mission with Captain Ambrose." James completed, making Peter smile the more.
Ambrose who was on his horse back and his vice, who followed him closing suddenly stoped there horse.
"Halt." the vice captain shouted, and the soilders stood still. Bending down, she slightly touched the ground.
"Three thousand Sir." the vice captain reported.
The Captain slowly turned his hrouse, letting is face the soldiers.
"We have an army of three thousand wild demon marching to us." The Commander said, his voice unafraid, his eyes filled with courage and rage.
But today is not the day we die, we shall all gather after this battle and drown our selves in bottles of ale and wines. Cause this battle will be won. By us soldiers of the Holy knight!"
The soldiers erupted in a thunderous roar, their voices shaking the very air
"Archers on me!" the vice captain shouted. " lock your arrows!"
The Archers quickly moved to the front line, thire arrows locked to thire bows.
For a while they all stood still, The sound of thire pounding heart threatening to beat out of thire ribs.
Slightly the ground beanth them vibrated. That was when they sensed the deadly aura that the captian and vice had sensed for more than five minutes.
Peter on the other hand was sweating under the heavy armour he wore.
"Get a hold of your self man, today is not the day." he motivated himself, his hand clinching tight to the hilt of his sword.
The vibration got worse and worse as every second went by, the only thing that was able to keep up with the vibration was Peter's heart beat.
"Take a deep breath." Peter heard one of the soldiers advice him.
Out of the darkness of the forest a horde of demons ran out.
The moon reflected their sharp life threatening claws and their elongated teeth. Some of them ran towards them with both their legs, while some used both their legs and hands. But none of them feared Peter the most than those that sprouted wings and flew towards them.