A Trek Of Darkness

[Jarek2 2]

Jonathan had always been a daredevil. He'd served in many guard forces, and done many stunts he shouldn't have. He lost his leg in 1485 because of it. However, it'd been replaced by a hollowed out metal peg leg, and he was 'fine' now. He'd gotten a home in Petrus, but all that did was chain his spirit. On the 9th of Malin's Welcome, 1492, a comrade of Jonathan had told him of a supposed Nether region in the far west, past orc lands. Jonathan could not help himself. What if it had treasure? A new race of peoples? A hidden city? He said a final goodbye to his friends and Petrus, and headed off, beginning his trek into darkness.

 

He found it, all right. He found hell. It was hot, steamy, and the terrain red and solid. Lava rivers were everywhere. The sky was constantly dark and stuffy, and the crackle of fire and bubbling of lava could always be heard. And he was only 7 steps in.

 

Jonathan trudged through the land, exploring the uncharted regions of this supposed nether. He heard a constant swirling noise, below him. He had only come in search of treasure, or a hidden city, perhaps. The excitement rushed through his veins, and he trekked on. Then, he saw it. It towers above him, floating in a misshaped white blob, with dangling, white, slimy legs below it. It's eyes were closed, and crusty with red matter. It floated through the misty air... and turned towards Jonathan. Then, it's bloodshot eyes burst open, and a flaming ball of fire shot toward him. He could not roll on his peg leg, so he simply batted it back at the ghastly thing, and it hit it dead on. It fell to the earth near Jonathan, and he walked towards it.

 

It had fallen near a lake of sorts. Pure blue, with hypnotic swirling waves. The hot air was enough to kill him alone, and he had only been there for a few hours. He prodded the creature to make sure it was dead, and took a powder from it's mouth and white, crystal tear from it's red eyes, now a maroon color. After looting the corpse of the ghost-creature, he walked towards the lake. He wanted to jump in so bad... it was so hot.. but his leg prevented it. He resorted to kneeling down to collect some water into the canteen... and fell.

 

 

His hand went right through it! He slid, stomach first, towards a... a void. A swirling void. He grasped for a handhold, anything, and came across a chunk of netherrack, of which the ground was composed of. He swerved sideways, legs dangling into the void, rather than head first. But that was where he went wrong.

 

The metal leg dragged him down like an anvil. He could feel the void, dragging him down, whispering to let go. How could he get back up? Jonathan pondered this a moment, and got it. If the leg dragged him down... it could gain enough mome- the thought was broke off, as his left hand slipped. His right hand was holding his whole body over the void, and he was slipping. He began to swing his legs back and forth, swinging like a pendulum. Finally, the kick from the iron leg drove his legs far enough up on one swing, to where he could safely land back up on the terrain. He did so, rolling up the small hillside, and scrambling back. He was alive.

 

Jonathan Chase breathed heavily a moment, regathering his thoughts. Nether. Treasure. Trek.

He was here to search the uncharted territory, for treasures... civilization, and the thrill of an adventure in general. Alright. That was that. He straightened, trembling slightly, and continued forward, taking slow and cautious steps.

 

It was only a few more steps before a hideous sight drove a chill through Jonathan's spine.

 

 

Above him, sat a corpse, hanging over an ethereal fire via rope.

 

He froze, a chilling sensation sent all over him. Then.. he saw it. A figure loomed in the backround. A golden sword gleamed from it's slimy, decayed grasp. A zombie.. pig.. man? A zombie pigman stood before Jonathan. It seemed to stare into his soul... but didn't move. Jonathan took the first move, striking out... and then it leaped, and they all charged.

 

From every direction, it seemed, zombie pigmen seemed to charge. Jonathan slashed a slot in the rough open, and ran, hobbling on his peg leg, staggering from the air and occasional lava burst, tripping through the rocks and dodging fire. His trip was cut short... but he will find the secrets... and treasures, of this hellish place. He did not regret coming. Not one bit.

 

He will.

 

(( Sequel will be released soon. Hoped you enjoyed. ))

[Mj. 697]

Aethos hears news of this...hell.

 

"Perhaps some day, a proper search party of only the most righteous of adventurers and warriors may successfully explore these lands. Maybe never, maybe tomorrow, but the search starts now."

 

He hops up from his seat, moving to a desk on which to write notes that will soon be put around all Athera, looking for eligible company.

 

((Post soon to come))

[Heero 4092]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.