Suddenly Arcan felt a tap on his. When he turned around he saw a tall man with brown curly hair, a small bear and a fresh scar on where his left eye should be
"Hey, I'm Marcus. Need help getting up?" He said with a voice full of joy as he extended his arm.
"Hi, my names Arcan." Arcan said while grabbing his arm. As he was pulled up his body was creaking and felt like it was being broken. When he was finally pulled up Marcus started helping him move.
As Marcus and Arcan walked over mountains bodies of dead soldiers and limbs in the distance Arcan saw a small camp that couldn't hit more than 25 people from the first glance.
When they finally walked out of the battlefield and into the camp Arcan saw most people had some injuries in the camp. Some had no arms. Some had no legs, some with a missing eye. But they weren't sad, rather they were happy that they lived. Arcan introduced himself. Some people noted and some introdused themselves also.
"Hey Michael i forgot to ask, so did we manage to kill Armon?" Arcan asked while eating a piece of jerky he got.
"Like you saw in the battlefield, we were obliterated like flies. He got like 2 light injuries. That monster." Marcus said as his voice stopped beeming with joy and slowly changed into a sad one
"Sorry for asking" Arcan said feeling sorry for ruining the mood
"I will go for a walk a bit." Arcan said as he went to the battlefield once more.
He walked over countless corpses until he got to the place where he woke up, there he found his dagger on the ground and placed it on his belt. After searching for a bit he saw a familiar blade with an eagle on its handle. One that his friend used to use.
"Jonathan. You said you would survive." Arcan said tears starting to stream down his cheeks."
"If only I was stronger. My dagger throw could have killed Armon. I could have ended this slaughter." Arcan yelled out.
Then while still crying he picked up the blade and cleaned it with his clothes and placed replaced his blade with Jonathans. Then he tried to look for Johathans body, but it couldn't be found as there were over 7 bodies mutilated in the same place.
Then he limped back to the camp and passed though it into the small forest that was standing there. He found a couple branches than he tied into cross and carved words that read
Jonathan. Best friend and comrade
Then Arcan placed the cross into a pile of dirt he made and while looking at the grave he made he still saw the text message in his vision. Floating and begging for him to read it.
After sobbing for a good half an hour Arcan finally looked at the message
if this illusion doesn't disappear I guess I can play along
You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.
"Status window" I say with a bit of distrust
*** STATUS WINDOW ***
Name: Arcan
Title: The Failure
Strength F (19/100)
Dexterity F (14/100)
Perception F (21/100)
Stamina F (12/100)
** LOCKED **
Aura F (0/100)
Mana F (0/100)
*** SKILLS ***
Absorber F (0% proficiency) - can collect souls from people, monsters or other beings you kill and absorb the souls to gain power or store them for use later.
Soon 2 more text messages appeared
*** Say close window to close the status window ***
*** Say "Absorb" to absorb held souls ***
"Close window" Arcan said after the messages.
After fully wiping his tears and finishing mourning Jonathan he started to get back to the camp. When he finally arrived back some people nodded to him and continued back to their business. Arcan then went to Marcus to ask a question. Walking into his tent he saw Marcus sitting and writing a diary, which he promptly closed.
"Hey Arcan, so what do you need?" He said while standing up and coming closer to Arcan
"I wanted to know is there a tent I can use or build myself?" Arcan asked while continuing to look around the tent. It looked like a normal tent, but the sword that was placed next to the chair looked unique, like it was a nobleman's sword.
"Oh yea, I forgot to tell you, there's a tent already build for you at the edge of the camp, next to the forest. Let me show you the exact tent as I don't want you to walk in on others" Marcus said while starting to chuckle and started to lead the way
After a couple minutes Marcus and Arcan arrived at the tent. It looked like a normal, word down tent. Nothing out of the ordinary. When they walked in Arcan saw just a sleeping bag out of wool on the ground
"It looks alright. Thanks man" Arcan said while looking at the sleeping bag
"No problem. You can rest for tonight, but tomorrow we'll discuss about the night guard. See you later" Marcus said as he walked out of the tent.
Arcan put his weapons in the tent and walked out. He spent a couple hours chatting with others. Ate a rabbit soup with some jerky for dinner and went to sleep as the sun was setting down. As he went to slumber he appeared on a massive bridge
Huh where am I?
As he got up and started walking and walking. The bridge seemed endless and suddenly the bridge ended and he was standing in front of massive gates.
The gates were red with 2 Eyes carved into each side of. It was also decorated with skulls, bones. and flesh. From what it seemed all these remains were human. Then the gates started opening. Slowly but surely they fully opened and there was a throne. The throne with no-one in it. The throne was calling for him, but as he took the first step unimaginable pain pierced his body. Like a million needles going into him. He couldn't move more and just stood there unable to move. Then a voice boomed across the throne room
"Hello Arcan. You want power? Strength? I can help you with that"
Then suddenly a contract appeared in front of Arcan.
"Become my patron. Accept my power and I shall help you."
As Arcan read the contract the only thing it wanted was just the soul that he would absorb. As Arcan took the pen and signed the contract his eyes slowly started to glow red.
"So, what should I call you?" Arcan asked the voice
"Call me your patron. All the memories of you being here will disappear"
Arcans vision suddenly started changing as he woke up to a scream coming from somewhere outside.