untitled prologue part 1

A Story by saigonoiki808

A knight approaches his final battle

The corridor is dark. Faint light passes through the windows. The roar of an army’s battle cry can be heard in the distance. Fumes of war are not so weak. The scents of fire and of smoke and of death fill the halls and sting his nostrils.

This corridor is far too still. The knight walked with caution, sword at the ready. The sound of each footstep echoed louder than the last. With each step slowly slipped his mind.

He was alone here. Only his shadow had accompanied him this far. Something was not quite right. He did not feel alone.

As he took another step he noticed his shadow had stopped moving. Fear struck him and raced down his spine as a hand gripped his shoulder.

“Turn back” a voice whispered.

He turned with a swing of his sword, but no one was there.

“Show yourself!” the knight commanded.

The only response was an evil cackle fading away down the hall. It didn’t matter. He was finally here.

He looked back “no time to chase ghosts.”

He pushed open the great black doors and entered the demons throne room...