I realized something was wrong. The floor feels rough like stone, I open my eyes to the blue sky.
"I thought I died. What's going on."
I wake up to look around and I see an abandoned village, the stone walls are destroyed and multiple rubble,
"Where am I?" I get up and dust myself off, and look around some more. The village seems deserted, no people, just cobwebs and rubble.
"Guys I smell something!" I look back to see a group of people, about 5 of them. With rough, torn clothes, with weapons. One of them having face paint and a bronze pitchfork, he must be their leader.
"This one is bigger than our last prey." The leader says with a raspy voice. Slowly approaching me.
I step back my breathing more uneven like my body is signaling something to me.
"Who are you?" I ask, my voice shaky
The man walks closer, compared to the others, he's shirtless, with intricate tattoos all over his body, red tattoos. His skin is pale white, with a rough beard, shorter than his friends,
"You see we're hear to help you, we heard a commotion and thought you need help." He says in an accent that sounds almost Irish.
"Where am I? Who are you all?" I ask stepping back
The man then dashes to my and grabbed my wrist.
"Oohhh a healthy one i see?" He says grabbing my wrist tight like he doesn't want me to dissappear, "You'll feed all of us for days!"
I heart beat faster and tried pushed him off but his grip tightens
"Running prey, hahaha, i like that mi boy." I says with his mouth drooling like a dog, we haven't eaten im days. And you are perfect, you're probably the tallest person I met."
Without any other thought I kicked his groin hard, even making his legs move above the ground slightly, he lost his grip on my wrist, then I started to run as quick as possible.
"DON'T LET THAT BASTARD RUN, KILL HIM!!!!"
His friends immediately started the chase, I don't look back, then I see a house that's intact. I pushed through the door and ran to the room, and closed the door. This place is stuffy, and dusty. I look around and notice a multiple swords and weapons, swords, spears, lances. I look to ahead and see a sword that's longer than the rest. As if out of instinct, I pick up and look at the blade closer. It's old and rusty. I then hear kicking and shouting,
"We know you're here Big Boy! Come out, we don't bite, we devour! Hahahaha!!" One of the cannibals say behind the door. My heart starts beating constantly, heavier, its almost like my heart is going to jump out of my body. My vision becomes blurry and dizzy, my mind fogs out. Then. Black.
My mind goes before I was sent here. I was in Brooklyn America, just on my way back home from work. I'm really tired, the place is crowded since it's rush hour, people are either on their way home or on their way for their night shift. It's like 6pm right now, and I just want to go back home, my boss literally forced me to salty because of a meeting at work. On my way multiple people part like the red sea and constantly look at me, one old man looked amazed,"Wow you're really tall, you play basketball?!" The old man asked
"No I don't play ball, I'm just an office worker." I tell him while trying to laugh it off, the old man then looks up and just laughs then walks away. I just ignored him and walked away till I see a little girl in the middle of the road trying to catch a ball. Kids will be kids I guess. I then look to my side and see a car speeding towards her. I look around looking if anyone noticed but no one notices. "Crap!" I dash towards the child then throw her off her the road. Then I look to the car. Then white.
Hah... Hah... Hah!
So I'm back here again. But why am I outside? I look down to see a decapitated head.
"AARGGHHH!!!" I kick the head far away due to my shock. I look around to see bodies twisted, and mangled.
I wretch out my vomit, on my knees, what's what's going on? I look at the claymore infront of me laying there covered in blood. I get up and try to grab the claymore, but it's heavy, probably about 10kg. If I'm the only one here, and all of the cannibals died, then how did I kill them even though I couldn't pick this sword up?
"Oh you're finally awake. I though you died from exhaustion, you fought like you were possessed."
"Who said that?!" I turn back
It's an old man, in old armour, with many dents and even scratches, he has a sword on his side, smaller than my claymore.
"Who are you?" I ask
"Woah there young man, don't get mad I'm just checking up on you." The man said crossing his arms.
He throws a package at me. "Whats this?" I ask him,
"It's sweet bread, you seem hungry just sit down and rest, you literally killed 7 cannibals with that heavy claymore."
I sit on the floor beside the claymore," thank you, why are you doing this?"
The old man sits beside me, slowly approaching the claymore,"its chivalry to treat the weak." He picks up the claymore with one hand, and then the sword glows. The rust slowly disappeared, replaced with a white light. "What is this?!" I ask
"Don't worry boy I'm helping." The claymore now looks clean, but is dark navy blue, it's hilt dark leather brown with with a ponnel(that circle thing at the bottom of a sword handle) resembling with a dragon head. The old man tilts his head," this sword is mithiral. Quite rare actually,"
"Whats mithiral?" I ask.
The old man looks at me and starts swinging the sword with skill, "You'll see," he says.
He gives the sword back to me. "This sword is seems really valuable." He gets up and dusts himself. "It also seems like you're ONE OF THEM"
I get up, I don't know what the hell is going on old man but- "names Draka," he interrupts.
"DRAKVA THE BERSERKER"
The man starts to turn to the forest ahead,
"And if you want to survive, follow me." The man finishes off before walking to the dense forest