Jason opens his eyes to a dimly lit cave, he immediately sits up and checks himself to find that he has no injuries and that he was fine causing him to let out a relieved sigh. He looks around himself to see that the cave he is in is a little damp and narrow and that there was only a single path that leads downwards. Jason with little to no options decides to move forward along the path slowly, he noticed how the cave seemed to widen and become larger as he continued forward and as his eyes began to adjust to the dim lightening in the cave, he began to notice more details on the walls of the cave. It was unclear whether anything lived in the cave and so Jason moved slowly and carefully afraid of making too much noise. He tried talking to the voice in his head but it was unresponsive and oddly silent. After what felt like hours of walking, Jason noticed a glow ahead and as he approached it he could make out the sound of water dripping, and the cave gradually opening up into an enormous room with a pond in the middle and a large hole in the ceiling through which he could make out the moon. Jason immediately noticed a figure standing beside the pond. The figure was thin and seemed as if a breeze could knock it down. He approached the figure slowly and cautiously, gravel crunched under his feet as he grew closer immediately alerting the figure, which caused it to turn around only for him to see a woman who wore a green sweater that was awfully familiar.
A sense of dread hit Jason as he realized that the woman was non-other than Ms. Amelia. She sneered in displeasure as she spoke to Jason
“Oh, it’s you,” she said disdainfully
Immediately Jason felt the familiar fear he had for her take over as he looked down at his hands. He was unable to respond as he stood there wishing to be anywhere but here.
“What? Can’t you even respond? I should have expected such uncultured behavior from a charity case like you. How did you even get here in fact”
Jason felt the anger from before started to bubble up again as he was reminded once again the events that transpired that day and how he was constantly tormented at that school. He could hear Ms. Amelia start to approach him as he stood there silently.
“You did not deserve to attend our school. To think that a swine such as yourself, could sully the school’s halls with your filth. When you first applied for the scholarship program I told the board they were making a mistake accepting low-class trash like you.”
As Ms. Amelia continued her tirade Jason began clenched his fist as he began to shake in anger, he looked up at Ms. Amelias as she continued walking toward him and as she approached her form started twisting and turning becoming the visage of a demon. Her thin arms had hooked claws at their ends and glowed an eerie green as curved horns appeared on her head and a serpentine tongue flicked as she hissed as she continued speaking”
“ I begged the former principal to get rid of you, to show him you were unworthy of attending our school. At least Mr. Alexander saw you for what you are”. She pushed him as she finished that statement.
At that moment Jason felt a stillness overcome him as the familiar chill appeared behind his eyes again and then he moved. He threw a punch straight at Ms. Amelia causing her head to snap backward along with the rest of her body. She steadied herself immediately and roar back at Jason as she rushed him. She swiped her hands at him attempting to claw him but he stepped back narrowly avoiding the claw and then rushed at her tackling her to the ground right after but Ms. Amelia with her demonic strength threw him off herself causing Jason to fly back and hit the walls of the cave. He coughed up a bit of blood as he could see the monstrosity rush toward him with wild eyes curved horns and opened mouth full of fangs, as he felt the blood in his veins feel as if it were frozen as everything slowed down, he grabbed the rock he felt at his side and as Ms. Amelia's head was just inches away swung at it with all the anger, frustration and negative feelings he had in that single blow. He felt the force of contact ripple back through his arm as the stone made violent contact with her head. A sickening crunch rang out as her head twisted at an odd angle. She lay there with blood pooling around her as her body twitched. Jason got up and stood over her as her form reverted back to a weak frail visage with pleading eyes looking up at him. He raised the stone in his hand and brought it back down on her head over and over again as blood splattered all around him and unto his face.
“Well that was certainly interesting”, a familiar voice said.
He turned around to see an old man with a staff in hand . He was dressed in a black robe and his head and body was shrouded by a dark hooded cloak. Jason could make out deep-set wrinkles around his mouth, but couldn’t see his eyes. His staff was made out of gnarled wood with a black gem sitting upon it.
“You’ve done well child, not many have the will to bear the tunnel or the strength to face their fears. However, you took it a step further didn’t you,” He motioned toward the direction of Ms Amelia’s body. “You did not hesitate to destroy that which you feared the most and I now believe you are worthy of my path”.
"And who are you, old man" Jason inquired in an even tone, sclera still black as night as he stared at the old man."I am known as the dark one, the God of all that is dark and shunned in this world by the so-called light, and my followers follow the path of darkness", the old man asked as he bowed slightly."I sense in you a yearning for power, a hunger to control and not bow to another. Those that walk my path certainly find it""Huh, so you are some evil God in need of followers, offering a devil's deal?"" My followers are often treated as villains, with no moral code or compass, but one must know that just because one follows the dark and lives for oneself and desires does not make one inherently evil, it's just a matter of perspective. One is not good just because he is a hero or said to be a priest of light, why then must my followers conform to the rules and so-called social norms that others set. Every human in this world desire something, no one is perfect not even the so-ca
The world snapped into existence around Jason and he found himself standing in a town.It took him a moment to get his bearings, as his head stopped spinning. He noticed the medieval look of the city he found himself in. It kind of reminded him of fantasy MMORPG games. He could feel a gentle breeze on his skin and could make out the noise given off by the activities going on in the city. Looking up into the sky, he could tell by the position of the sun that it was around midday. He looked around him to realize he was standing in some kind of alleyway between two buildings. He took notice of his simple brown trousers and cloth shirt he wore and as far as he could tell he had no weapons on him.Jason exited the alleyway to a courtyard of some sort that had a single exit and a burly guard posted on each side. The two guards wore leather armor and their faces were obscured with metal helmets. Each guard held a spear and had a leather belt around their waist that held a dagger sheathed int
Jason entered the tavern to see countless people inside with violent laughter erupting among the patrons from time to time as they went about their conversations. There was music playing and drinks being served in mugs as waitresses moved among the patrons delivering food and drinks. As Jason stood there in the doorway observing the place, a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. He felt like his legs were going to buckle from the weight alone when he heard a voice behind him“You’re small,”As Jason turned, he saw a giant of a man with a huge barrel on his shoulder staring down at him. He wore sleeveless leather armor with a huge battle hammer slung across his back and Jason could swear the man was at least seven feet tall.“Don’t mind Tom. His etiquette leaves much to be desired, but he means well.” A smallish man said from Jason’s side as the now identified Tom moved past Jason. Jason turned to get a better look at the smallish man who had spoken to see him wearing clothes of varying s
A few months later In the underground hideout of Sly’s tavern, two figures were engaged in a deadly dance. They rushed at each other ferociously as their daggers clashed against each other, Sly maneuvered around Jason with grace and flexibility as Jason moved nimbly dodging the attacks as they came. Sly went in for a kick to the head which Jason flipped away from while simultaneously releasing several throwing knives at him. He avoided and parried with little movements as he continued on with his assault, Jason tried his best to fend off his strikes, till his legs were kicked out from under him and a dagger was placed in front of him pointing at his throat. “Well done Jason, you have finally completed your training, although there is much I want to teach you we don’t have enough time and this should be enough to prevent you from getting killed too quickly” he said “ Thank you Sylvester for everything, I might actually miss you when I’m gone”, Jason said with a smile as he stood up.
The woman stood facing Jason. Her face was a mask of darkness as black energy curled around her arms and body with ominous red eyes. Jason felt chills looking at her. “Who are you”, she questioned as Jason stood there unable to speak due to the sheer overwhelming aura of power she emanated. “You better speak quickly young man. Who are you, and why are you here?” The woman motioned towards the pile of body parts as she spoke again “You don’t seem like you are with these two, otherwise you would already be dead” Jason with a bit of difficulty spoke “Rex sent me. He said to find Morgana at the cemetery for the test: “You must be him then, the chosen one although I don’t see much at the moment”, Morgana said examining Jason carefully not bothering to hide her disappointment “At least you’re not squeamish about killing and you have good spirit and ambition,” she says noticing his eyes “You’ll need it” Jason watched the woman carefully as her aura dissipated and the lingering energy
Jason had been watching the stables for over an hour. He was crouched out of sight in the second story of a partially collapsed building across the street from the stable. Onyx the crow, yes he had named the crow as it seemed to not want to leave him alone, had spent the last hour chasing critters nearby and was currently resting on his shoulder. He had picked out Miriam almost immediately as a portly middle-aged woman who carried a riding crop in one hand and a handkerchief in the other, marching around and giving others to the workers as they worked around the stable. Jason upon returning from Morgana’s place had visited Rex and Sly to seek information on his target. Sly being the rogue informant he was quickly delivered. “Miriam is the stable master’s wife. She works at the stables during the day.” Sly stated. “The stable master puts his wife to work in the stables?”, Jason questioned. “She doesn’t exactly work. She acts as her husband’s assistant and mages the stable hands. I
On a cold dark night a scream of terror is heard, a scream filled with so much fear and despair it makes your stomach curl. This scream is actually coming from a town on the outskirts of the kingdom of Dawn. Fire is seen raging in the town as the copper smell of blood fills the air, people running helter-skelter as corpses fill the streets, sounds of fighting are heard as Knights and Templars along with the town guards engage skeletal monsters and monstrosities from the abyss that are only thought to exist in nightmares.As people run as chaos reigns, friends and family once thought dead rise and attack the living without any remorse for their once precious ones, a knight stood leaning against a building panting heavily, his former shinning silver amour was now dented in many places and dyed in black and green blood, his sword chipped lay beside him as blood pools at his feet. There were numerous scars on his face with some of his hair singed, blood dripped down his nose and as he rai
“Beep, Beep, Beep” the alarm rang. Jason opened his eyes with a groan and got up from his bed, Mondays was the day he loathed in the whole week as this was the one day his dad was home.“Michael”, his father was a lawyer in one of the biggest firms in the city. Though he wasn’t rich he was well off enough. If Jason was to describe the relationship he had with his father, love wouldn’t be the word for it, and although he didn’t hate his father or anything like that he wouldn’t say he liked him very much. You see his father was one of those types who didn’t care about your opinion once he made up his mind about something, he was more of a control freak” do this”,” don’t do that”, “wear this”, he cared more for what others thought about him than even his son’s happiness. So although his dad didn’t beat him up or anything with a dad like that, he couldn’t say he was happy.Anyway, Jason hurried down the tree-lined sidewalk at a brisk jog on his way to school. He spent too much time in the