A shadowy figure stood silently in the middle of the forest. Where trees once grew beautiful evergreens lays the ravaged lands he once served to protect. He held his esteem high, considering himself to be the one that could save everything. A Hero he planned to become, but he failed. It has been 7 years since then, his younger days as a knight have since faded. What is left is a rusty old set of plate. This man, once the most acknowledged prodigy the kingdom had ever saw, is now a lone soul in the forests that he once fought wars in; barbarians, opposing kingdoms, monsters. He fought them all, and he was showered in riches for his loyalty to the cause. Its all gone now.
This man, now stands alone. Wielding two gladiī, with his old helmet flat on his shoulders. He was prepared for the end. The creatures of the fog had begun to appear. Every direction had a peeking creature of demonic proportions. All of them wondering who this man was, and if they could have him for dinner. They began to howl, scream, and make sounds of horror. The man did not budge, he stood, silent. The creatures grew closer, their steps now audible to the figure. He began to turn, his plate clanking loudly as he locked eyes through his headgear at the closest beast. His hands raised, today he shall meet his kingdom up above. No more fear, only rage.
"Give me back my kingdom."
"Give me back my queen."
"I will destroy you, and all things."
"Until you give me back my king."
He preached this quietly, and then ground shook...
the beasts were upon him.