In the land of mortals

darkness eradicated night skies.

Man has ruled earth for centuries.

countless werewolves wizards and other beings,

never dared challenge the power of men...

Time after time all the creatures became mindless *****s

because of their fear and hunger of power..

that day shall soon change..

for good and evil will clash once again..

far across the seas

in the middle of isolation

lay the forbidden dungeon

Every everyone that has entered

has never returned

what has drawn man and beast

to face such a mysteries fate?

was it power? greed?

even the bravest of hearts

fear the unknown..


He ran quickly ,

the leaves rustling behind him.

His eyes alert even in the pitch black forests of doom

totally unafraid for he and darkness were one after all

the super natural strength he possessed

was of course stronger then any man,

He stopped for a moment

dead silence

not even the wolves would howl on this night.

sensing evil up ahead

I must be ready

He thought to himself

out of the bushes came a lone shadow

covered in mounds of fur

yellowish eyes as bright as the sun

that you may mistake for a kind soul

long hair bristled down his back

razor sharp fangs that embezzled

a lion-like mouth

"ah brother wereden welcome "

said mermon taking a few steps

back

He could not even trust his own kind

that was how cruel the world was

"The forbidden dungeon is up ahead

Man has ruled this world long enough

it is our turn mermon"

growled wereden

even talking about humans made

his insides bubble in anger

How his kind had bow to their power

watch while millions were slayed

due to that one word alone

Power.

"we may have to the face the dark master of magic

and bermes and his men along our path"

mermon finished

weredon hissed

"so be it we live for battle

we die for battle,

lets go"


The pale moon cast silver shadows

among the haunted castle

it showed no signs of life

expect for the few that lay dormant

in the small windowless room.

One man sat in the throne of his chair...

with his eyes closed

as though in a haunting dream...

he had black hair

and a dark complex appearance

you could never know what mood he was in

“m-m-master?” said the servants

fear heavy in their voice

failure must face retribution.

Master bermies sat in silence waiting for bad news

ready to explode in rage

how pathetic it was to trust.

He had gotten this far by hate and manipulation

so he were was putting faith in his cowardly servants

no matter i shall achieve greatness alone

he thought.

He hissed

“have you brought me the chosen one?”

“No-no he was protected by a man with great power

Power… a word that can compete with love.. he thought

As his mind dwelled in the past...

How love had made him pitiful and vulnerable

A little boy he once was

Alone isolated in a world ruled by chaos

Until, he gave in to love…

“Master I have good news ” said

Lamedies.

“I sensed evil in the boy’s heart”

the boy was the earth's

hero from the day he was born

but he did not know good or evil

yet...

bermres opened his eyes slowly

lameides had a unique gift there

was no doubt about that

to be able to sense emotion

within a human,

it all had to do with the swords

they were dealt with

each possessed a marvelous

power

but it takes a certain willpower

to embedded.

lamedies felt the fear in his heart

he was afraid of those who were stronger...

especially one has powerful as bermes

this was a being that you did not want to cross

the many great battles in his past was proof of it.

"my lord

The dark master of magic was also present "

lamedies spoke with a sense of calmness

the master of magic

was the strongest wizard to ever

grace the earth

of course he wanted the child

to be on his side

a war was going to brew

bermis had that glint in his eyes...

the look lamedies knew so well...

was it fear? anger? can such a being express dark emotions?

"I shall face him when the time comes.."

bermis finished in a soft frightening voice.

enough to send chills in an already dark and emotionless room.

"as for the gifted boy

"I leave it up to you"....

lamedies stood

seemingly accepting the challenge.

from the room came another man

he had wild grisly hair,

and eyes that could scare even the bravest of men.

he was covered in a cloak

"sarmeden"

anger surged through the veins of lamedies

this was not the only time he was brought down

by stronger men

in his wicked past

he had always stood by

his brothers as they became great warriors

why was he lamedies full of such great potential

always picked last?

he drew out his sword so fast

that the room became almost a blur

"ahh my sword senses the evil!"

bremies said in an excited voice

still in his seat as though

this were a movie

"yessss this is the kind of person

i want you to become lamedies!

joy is for the weak."

"Master" croaked sarmeden in a dark icy voice

stepping out of the shadows

he was dressed in the regular battle attire

but he had a long scar running down the side

of his face.

like a tattoo that was badly

done.

He certainly had the look to intimidate

anyone that got in his way

"do not stand for i shall handle this fool"

does he really think just because he has a frightening

appearance,

He could handle my blade?

thought lamedies

I think by skill by and wisdom only.

nevertheless lamedies was as ready

as ever for battle

he had trained in the

freezing nights and blistering heat,

elements were never a factor

all the sweat and tears...

to one day become the greatest warrior

unlike most however he had someone

to fight for...

" no sarmeden!"

bermis said anger in his voice.

let me demonstrate,

a sample of my power

to those pathetic

enough to challenge me"

"very well master"

sarmeden spoke,

As he gave a short bow.

lamedies could not sustain the fear

puncturing his heart

must he be able to defeat bermis

to achieve what he so desires?

this was no easy task

he had one of the most powerful

swords in existence.

Bermis rose from his throne

perhaps lamedies could

put up a good battle

he did after all

possess a mighty blade

but it was nothing to bermis's

sword of fire

he touched the tip of his sword"

just from that act lamides

felt the waves of power,

he was almost flown backwards

by even that simple movement.

The servants scurried out of the room

and vanished into the night.

the walls came crumpling beneath

as flames danced around the now fiery circle

that engulfed bermies and lamedies.

Sarmeden looked outside the flaming walls

at the two ready to clash,

oh the rush of battle

fear, anger,

he loved every bit of it.

but unfortunately

the war was near

and he must find the forbidden dungeon

the chosen one

would be captured along the way.

if of course the power he was unfairly given

would work to his advantage.

bermies stood near the edge of the flames

sword still pocketed

He always waited for the opponent

to make the first move

that was they key to win a battle,

find a weakness and seize it.

He did posses the greatest sword ever created,

passed from his great but very wicked father

From the moment bermis was born

his dad trained him ruthlessly

he had no mother ,

as far back as he could remember

he had asked his father about her only once

and he was punished severely.

lord karmes had no emotion

his soul was as empty as flowers without rain

and bermis from that day forward took on

his personality.

after years and years of battle

he received the sword of fire from his father.

This was a sparkling golden blade

that made you shiver to the touch.

its abilities were spectacular.

Even bermis did not know all of its hidden secrets.

"well lamedies i sure hope your ready"

he said.

lamedies turned his head

and looked for sarmedon

he was gone

had took of into the darkness.

holding the necklace

that his dear Elizabeth gave him

he thought of her beauty

her soft lips on his...

he had promised her he would return

" let us battle"

lamedies said with his sword in

his hands.

and the ghosts of his past still haunting him..