Arinor's eyes slowly opened to a world he had never seen before. Everywhere he looked, there were spirits, both good and evil, swirling around him. Some clung to people, others to objects, and some floated freely, watching him with keen interest. He felt as if he had woken up from a dream, but this was no dream. This was reality, the unseen world that had been hidden from him all his life.

"What is this place?" Arinor whispered to himself, looking around in shock.

"You're finally awake," a voice said from behind him.

Arinor turned around to see a figure standing a few feet away. The figure was tall and imposing, with long hair and piercing eyes that seemed to look right through him.

"Who are you?" Arinor asked, feeling a mix of fear and curiosity.

"I am one of the watchers, a guardian of this realm," the figure said. "And you are Arinor, son of Elahin, chosen to wield great power against the forces of darkness."

Arinor felt a chill run down his spine at the mention of darkness. He had never believed in demons or evil spirits, but now he was face to face with one.

"What is my purpose here?" Arinor asked, his voice trembling.

"You have been chosen to fight the principalities and powers of darkness," the figure said. "You have been given the power to see the unseen world and to wield weapons that can vanquish evil."

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Arinor looked down at his hands, which were now holding a sword that he had not noticed before. The sword was unlike any he had ever seen before, with intricate designs etched into the hilt and a blade that glowed with a faint blue light.

"Can I really fight against these creatures?" Arinor asked, still unsure of himself.

"You have been chosen for this task," the figure said. "You have the power within you to defeat the darkness, but you must be strong and resolute in your faith."

As the figure spoke, Arinor felt a surge of energy within him. He knew that he was meant for something greater than himself, something that would test him in ways he could not imagine.

"Ben adam elohim yit'alam saru yachdav," Arinor whispered, feeling the weight of the words in his mouth.

"You speak the ancient tongue," the figure said, nodding in approval. "It is a powerful weapon against the forces of darkness. Use it well."

Arinor took a deep breath and looked around at the spirits that surrounded him. He saw the demons that clung to people, feeding on their fears and doubts. He saw the spirits of the dead, some still trapped in this world, others moving on to the next. He saw the angels, shining with a bright light that was almost blinding.

"This is real," Arinor said to himself, still trying to comprehend what he was seeing.

"This is the world that has been hidden from you," the figure said. "But now you have been awakened, and you must use your gifts to fight against the darkness."

Arinor looked down at his sword, feeling the weight of the responsibility that had been placed upon him.

"I will fight," Arinor said, his voice strong and resolute. "I will fight for the light."

The figure nodded in approval and stepped back, allowing Arinor to take in his surroundings once again. The spirits were still swirling around him, but now he saw them with new eyes. He saw the demons as grotesque and twisted, their eyes filled with malice and hate.