Post by Rhew on Jul 8, 2011 8:25:50 GMT -6
The shadow lifted itself on leathery wings, pushing through the air like it didn't exist. Treetops snapped off, falling to the ground hundreds of feet below.
As the creature flew, it became known to the great warrior that this was his final task: this would be his death. The warrior stood with unwavering resolve regardless, and fought the creature with all his might. For 5 days and 4 nights, they fought tooth and nail to overcome the other.
In the end, the warrior struck a mighty blow to the beast of lore, pushing his lance through its heart. In a final attempt at victory, the creature lunged out with the lance still sheathed inside its body, impaling the warrior on the other end of his own weapon. The warrior's face grew calm. He knew it was his time.
As the warrior faded, the great beast's blood dripped down his lance into his own blood, and suddenly, he was rejuvenated. He looked at his body with wonder, checking for signs of damage. None existed. As the beast died, he understood the extent of its power through its blood mingled with his own: He was now immortal, near invincible, and utterly healthy. As he marveled at his newfound life, he pulled the lance out of the corpse of the beast, now a man since his own spell was broken. The body of the man lay broken for all to see, a testament to what he had been through, and he had passed on his blessing and curse.
So began the legend over 800 years ago. The great warrior was Kylar the Dark. He has resurfaced throughout history every great once in a while, only to help kingdoms regain their rightful lands, and keep balance throughout the continent.
So begins another legend...
As the creature flew, it became known to the great warrior that this was his final task: this would be his death. The warrior stood with unwavering resolve regardless, and fought the creature with all his might. For 5 days and 4 nights, they fought tooth and nail to overcome the other.
In the end, the warrior struck a mighty blow to the beast of lore, pushing his lance through its heart. In a final attempt at victory, the creature lunged out with the lance still sheathed inside its body, impaling the warrior on the other end of his own weapon. The warrior's face grew calm. He knew it was his time.
As the warrior faded, the great beast's blood dripped down his lance into his own blood, and suddenly, he was rejuvenated. He looked at his body with wonder, checking for signs of damage. None existed. As the beast died, he understood the extent of its power through its blood mingled with his own: He was now immortal, near invincible, and utterly healthy. As he marveled at his newfound life, he pulled the lance out of the corpse of the beast, now a man since his own spell was broken. The body of the man lay broken for all to see, a testament to what he had been through, and he had passed on his blessing and curse.
So began the legend over 800 years ago. The great warrior was Kylar the Dark. He has resurfaced throughout history every great once in a while, only to help kingdoms regain their rightful lands, and keep balance throughout the continent.
So begins another legend...