the Ethereal Knight
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 21231
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~Am I dead?~Fred's mind was reeling, fighting against the blackness
that threatened to overwhelm him. Slowly, consciousness was restored
to his shattered mind. He awoke with a start; scrambling to his feet and
holding his sword in a
battle stance, prepared to face another onslaught of fire, tooth, and claw
from the Southern Wyrm. He was blinded, and he stumbled forward in a
confused and disoriented rage. This was, to his mind, his last stand. He
had trained years for a moment like this. The mob of peasants crowded in that dark, confined space fell back in terror as the armored Knight lunged forward into their midst. The ethereal Knight was upon them! From out of thin air he had appeared, like a ghost, but unlike a spectre from beyond his gleaming sword was very real and dangerous in a very physical way! As his hearing was gradually restored, Fred was able to make out the sound of human voices crying out in fear. ~Has the Wyrm unleashed a minion of his spectres to distract me!?~ He thought, stopping for a brief moment to set his mind in order. ~No, that isn't it's style! These voices sound human! They are human! What's going on!? I must press on! I can't give up the fight! The Wyrm's magic must be stronger than I anticipated! But no illusion will distract me from my quest!~"Have at thee, vile scum! I'll cut your heart out, you insidious serpent!" His war cry echoed through the alleyway, sounding almost supernatural as it reverberated through the corridor between the shanty buildings. His sword was raised and he prepared to strike the first being that was unlucky enough to cross his path. His sight being temporarily lost, he would have to rely on his other senses. Fortunantly, that's why he had been granted the mantle of Dragon- Hunter, because his other senses were heightened and far sharper than the average person's, or even knight. He could perceive what lay ahead by smell and subtle shifts in the currents of the air. But the air was suddenly different, harder to read and filled with a variety of much different smells than what he expected to find down in a dark cavern. Was this another illusion of the Wyrm's magicks?... The boy had finally reached his destination, the Tower of Ganthet, which stood by the river. He frantically pounded on the heavy oaken doors. These eventually gave way as several monks of the Order, dressed in somber brown robes, came out from beneath the massive stone arches that formed the Tower's doorway. They were perplexed when they saw a mere peasant boy standing before them. What boy would have the gall to disturb the Tower on a Sunday!?The elder monk arched an eyebrow and cast the boy a sharp glance. "What is the meaning of this, young man!? You better have a good explanation, you little street hoodlum," he scowled, preparing to take the boy by the ear and teach him a lesson in respect. The boy began frantically describing all that he had seen, something about a demon knight appearing out of nowhere with a mistress demoness by his side.Either this boy was a very good actor, or his story had an element of truth. By the way he was behaving, it was obvious something had ocurred. This would have to be investigated!
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