Arthur stood there, his eyes scanning the depths of the dark forest that surrounds him, his hand holding on to his long sword, at ready. It was a duel of some sort, most definitely, but what he wasn't counting on was the general enveloping darkness that the forest provided.
``Too quiet,'' he thought to himself as he tried to figure out where his adversary might be. ``This is just too quiet -- there is no forest that is this quiet. Not by a far degree. Something is amiss.''
Arthur gribbed the hilt of his weapon and took a tentative step forward. Almost immediately, he could feel the rush of wind blowing towards him. Reacting instinctively, Arthur slashed upwards with his long sword as quickly as he could.
A shriek echoed through the forest. When his senses came back, Arthur could see no evidence of what he might have just sliced at -- there was just nothing visible, except for some dark liquid at the edge of his blade.
``Come out you fool! I know you're hurt and you're somewhere! I can sense you!''
The dark forest kept its silence. Arthur took another step forward. Nothing. He took another. At this point, his long sword started to glow in an uncanny yellow light. Only at one other time did it happen, and during that time, it was said that massive destruction had occurred all throughout Kindarvin.
Arthur heard of the legends, and suddenly he understood everything. That was no ordinary long sword he was wielding, in spite of what he was told by the blacksmith. It was the Sword of the Ancients, a legendary weapon that was said to possess the ability to cut through dimensional creatures. It was supposedly forged at a time where strange visages ebbed and flowed and could never be truly killed, till this sword came about. Once there were many, but as the millenia passed, only a scant few were left.
The yellow glow was stronger. Arthur, like all others who have heard the stories, knew that a dimensional creature was near. It was no longer a normal duel between him and another swordsman -- it was the battle of light and darkness.
With great trepidation, Arthur held his sword loosely in his hands, as he took small steps forwards. Without warning, a sudden swoop came towards him from the left side of his rear. Arthur spun around as quickly as he could and slashed the general direction with his sword.
A hideous cry of pure pain echoed throughout the forest as a burst of yellow light temporarily blinded Arthur. When his vision finally cleared, he saw that he had levelled a good amount of the forest around him, and that sunlight was shining on him from above.
Was it victory? He could not tell.
(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 09-Jun-2012 09:47:20)
