Chapter One
| He woke up, laying on the ground. He didn’t remember how He got there,
or why, but He knew that there was great danger near him, and that he must
leave. Then He heared sounds that seemed to come from a great distance,
but were actually too close for comfort. He got up from the gound, and
looked around him. What He saw a grim sight: a battle raged around him,
between creatures that He did not recognized. One race was in the color
of dark blue, and had mighty feathered wings, while the other race was
pale white, and had bat-like wings. Warriors from both sides fought on
the ground and in the air, using swords, spears, shields and powerful magic.
A though crept into His mind: ‘The white ones are called Hylden, and they
are the enemy. I must find a way out of here, and speak with… with…’
He did not get a chance to finish his thought, as a mighty fireball
that one of the wizards threw hit the ground, and the shock sent him flying
through the air. ‘I have wings!,’ the creature remembered, ‘I can use them!’
He managed to wave his wings a couple of times before hitting the ground.
“Now I can get out!’ he thought. He started running, occasionly flapping
his wings for extra momentum, towords what he thought was a way out of
the battle field. But before He got half way there, one of the white beings,
which He called the Hylden, landed on him, forcing him to the ground once
more. “Die, By the name of Hash’ak’gik!” The white being yelled, and plunged
a spear towords him. He managed to move, so that the spear missed Him and
hit the ground. The Hylden yelled again and began to rise the spear again
for another blow, but He did not let him. He grabed the Hyldens leg with
his hand, and drived his three sharp claws into it. The Hylden scraemed
in pain and hatered, garbbing his bleedings leg and letting go of the spear.
He sized the chance and pused the Hylden from him, making the screaming
demon tumble, and then took the spear that was now laying on the ground
and drove it stright into the creatures chest. Vile green blood gushed
from the wound, and the Hylden, with his final breath of air, managed to
utter the most horrible scream He has ever heared. He then continued to
run, away from the battle and from the dead Hylden. Even after the battle
was begind him, He continued to run run, and it seemed like He could go
on running forever, driven only be fear and horror.
Again the voices ruturned, but this time they were not voices of war,
metal and magic, but of worry and joy. One of the voices seemed to say:
And then the darkness completely engulfed him.
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