Rust on my blatt

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Chaos ensures.
Pursues our hero.
Young blatt meister, Grey.
His youth, embodied vessel of an empty past.
Death, uncovers his master well kept secret.
A torn scroll , lit by void magick , under the crimson night.
The lost element of secrets held a mysterious glow.
Hope. To find his roots and past.
Will it all be all but a wild chase .
Or truth at the end of the line?

Submitted: September 05, 2019

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Chapter 1 : -

Deep in thought, I walked on.
Unaware that I have tread away from the  light.
I look around. Squinting for the path I wandered from. Trying hard to return to the warmth and purity of light.
Yet the harder I try to return the deeper I fell. I pray hard not to drop into the abyss. But all was too late when I noticed; it was the abyss that was drawn to me.
I struggle to break free.
To remove myself of debilitation. 
That was when the abyss reveals itself. As if aware of my futile attempt. 
Although its voice was empty and void. It filled my ears with it's evil delight. 
I am the lord of darkness, Chaos is my name. I know you blatt meister. I know you well.
Its voice tearing into my soul.
I steel myself.  Preparing to answer the evil before me.
Lord of shadows I fear you not.
Release me from your grasp.
Or pay dearly for offending me so.
I tremble as I delivered my words.
My fingers groped for the pommel of my sword.
I grip hard on the handle. 
Hmm hmm hmm ha ha ha. 
The voice screeched terrifying laughter.
You dare mock Chaos?
It hurt my ears with every word.
Dare? I challenge you evil one.
I bit down hard and draw my sabre. 
Letting the steel grind against the sheath. 
SHIICK.  The blade lashed out.
Cutting mists and fog of miasma. 
The shadow dispersed but not without warning. 
Young blatt meister I shall let you live for now. You will serve my cause unknowingly. Go unleash chaos upon the enemies you sought to save. I bid you farewell.  For now.
Light slowly returns to my surrounding. 
I return my blade to its sheath and prayed.
Hoping that was just the jest of chaos. 
Praying that I do not need to draw again. Against beings that walk in light. 
I pray.


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