'The same dream, over and over again,' Selwyn thought sourly, just shortly after he had woken up from his disrupted sleep with a start. He had infinite questions, the most prominent one was, 'Why am I having the same dream over and over again?'
The only problem was, he had no one to ask.
Every single person he had ever inquired with about these dreams responded with the same thing.
'It is merely a dream, don't get too worried about it.'
'They may think that,' he thought bitterly, 'But I suspect a more different approach.
As he was pondering this in his bed, his mother called out to him.
'Selwyn? I need you to go into town to get a few things for me, is that okay with you?'
'Okay Mother, I'm going!' He called back.
He swiftly went to get dressed and examined his own reflection in the mirror when he had finished.
He had short black, straight hair and white skin and he was quite fit, being raised in a village and therefore having to do very hard manual work in the village. He was fairly tall, standing at 5 foot and 10 inches in height.
After he was finished examining his reflection, he went into the village market, expecting an ordinary day.
And so it was, everything was normal, normal until it happened.
A short while later, Selwyn had acquired the last of the items he needed, which was a knife, and started to go back home.
But, as he walked, a peculiar event, unbeknownst to him nor anyone nearby at the time, had started to occur.
The shadows blackened, and the darkness it harboured grew darker, and it did so until the shadows resembled nothing but a pitch black void.
It was at this time the villagers of Amont had noticed a disturbance and began to murmur about the shadows that had sunken to pitch-black.
One unfortunate villager, however, peered into the shadows, and when Selwyn caught sight of it, his entire body froze in fear and dread.
He never saw the shadows blacken, yet he knew what they meant...
This was how every single one of his dreams started.
And he was right, those weren't dreams.
They were visions.
Visions of the future.
He had barely any time to ponder this when his thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of screaming and flesh being torn to shreds. Selwyn looked up and could tell the mood had shifted from curiosity to utmost terror as villagers fled for their lives to have a chance to escape the very same grotesque beings from his dreams.
However, one of the creatures noticed Selwyn and lunged at him while Selwyn was still in deep thought, giving him barely any time to react.
The creature snarled and screeched as Selwyn fought him off and eventually, eventually Selwyn created an opening and Selwyn delivered a fatal blow to the creature's neck, killing it.
Helping himself up, he finally got a good look of the chaos surrounding him, and what he witnessed made his spine shiver.
This wasn't exactly like one of his dreams, it was worse.
The creatures weren't just scary, they were downright abhorrent.
Selwyn knew he needed to act swiftly.
He caught sight of the glint of the knife he had bought earlier and quickly dived for it.
Behind him however, he had caught one of the larger creature's eye, and it made the assumption that he would be a threat, and a ball of fire started to materialise in its hands.
The creature then aimed the fire at Selwyn, who had just drove the knife through one of the other creatures.
It launched the ball of pure flame at Selwyn.
Selwyn turned.
The fire reached its target, and Selwyn let out a scream of utter agony.
He was burning.
He was burning, alive.
The pain in his entire body seared as it became charred and blackened from the flames.
He would die, he knew it himself, yet his iron will remained strong, and he uttered something he himself knew was not true.
'I will survive…'
Yet as he said this, he struggled to stand upright, and he began to collapse.
He fell forwards, and instead of hitting the rough, coarse, ground, he started to fall.
Falling, falling.
He didn't even have any notion of where he was falling, all he knew was that he was falling into an abyss, an abyss of darkness.
The falling seemed to go on for an eternity, that it would never end, that Selwyn would be falling for the rest of time.
But something, someone had stopped him.
He was now floating, as if he was in a space of no gravity.
He looked around and found himself facing a heavily cloaked figure, his whole body obscured by the cloak, and the aura that emitted from him was practically mystical.
'Good day to you, Selwyn.' he spoke in a deep, calming voice.
'Who are you?' Selwyn asked, thoroughly confused yet amazed.
'That shall be answered in due time, but for now, we must address the darkness that grows ever so bigger by the minute.' The man replied, still in that deep, calming voice.
'The… darkness?' Selwyn replied, still thoroughly discombobulated.
'Yes, the darkness, the darkness that grows ever so darker by the minute, the darkness that threatens to destroy every single fibre of existence.' The man replied calmly, but his voice gave off a trace of unease.
'Find the 7 artifacts,' The man continued 'for a great evil is coming, and it threatens to destroy all of existence'
Without any warning, there was a flash of blinding light and Selwyn found himself lying on his front and he could very clearly hear an uproar all around him.
Feeling slightly dazed, he pulled his dirt stained body off of the floor and looked around.
The chaos from before had clearly reached its peak, and Selwyn needed to stop it, now.
Yet he knew how to fight those creatures, he may not have had any idea how he knew this, yet he knew how to fight these monsters.
Slowly, a ball of what seemed to be pure light materialised into the palm of his hand and he launched it at the area where the most creatures were.
It exploded, causing extreme collateral damage to the creatures and the area around them.
Now their numbers had drastically decreased in number, which allowed Selwyn to easily destroy them one by one with his newly refined martial arts skills.
Finally, after all of the chaos that had previously ensued, Selwyn stood alone, alone in the middle of all of the destruction and flames, which continued to roar and rage.