Just as expected, several soldiers burst into the hall. The prisoner was sent to the dungeons. A heavy magical guard was set up to keep constant watch. The evil laughter echoed down the hall as he was carried away, but the king knew his spellcasters were more than enough to handle him in prison.
Now for the object in question. The prisoner had made it, but its powers had almost gotten out of control. The king motioned for it to be brought to him, so he could decide the object's fate. A soldier held it in front of him so he could examine it.
The object was attached to a leather band so it could be carried around one's neck. It was a bronze looking circle with ornate designs within it. A line ran down it vertically, flowing out at the top and bottom. Two other curls connected to the flowing bits of the middle line. In the very center, a black bead stared like an eye back at the king. He felt the evil power eminating from this black spot, creating an icy coldness as if it were stealing the warmth right out of the air.
The king sat back in his throne and reached out for the object. As his hand clapsed around the crest, he fell instantly into a vision...
The fog slowed them. Shim brought his horse to the edge of the field, away from the other soldiers. He looked across the moor, taking in his surroundings. The cool breeze made his black hair play across his cheek. The heavy brown and maroon fabric of his clothes kept him warm, while the thin but powerful blade resting at his hip kept him prepared. Shim felt agitated, wanting the army to proceed.
A movement caught his eye, and his hand slipped to the handle of his sword. The thing moved through the reeds like a snake, a large snake. Shim watched carefully, bracing himself for attack or warning.
The serpent leveled up to him just out of reach of his sword. The tan scales of its underbelly glistened and contrasted against the black on its back. It reared its huge head as though preparing to attack. Shim readied his sword.
It opened its mouth and spoke. “Save her from the Darkness. Find the demon boy.”
Shim snarled, undaunted by the display. He raised his sword to attack, but the monster disappeared. He scanned the fog, alert. Somewhat in the distance, he saw a particularly dark spot that didn't feel quite right.
He spurred his horse to action. Shim sped towards the darkness, and the troubling feeling in his gut. When his horse resisted, he knew he was heading for danger, but didn't turn back.
A scream pierced the gloom, a young, feminine scream. Shim became possessed with the need to save her.
Save her from the Darkness...
Until now, he had never believed in signs.
A patch of white, the source of the scream. Shim was only five feet away by the time he saw her clearly. She was running, clutching something to her chest.
“Give me your hand!” Shim shouted, feeling the Darkness on his back, constricting his lungs. The girl glanced back, startled, and tripped because of it. Shim caught her arm as she fell and hauled her onto his horse.
She was shaking; he held her close to protect her and veered from the path of the Darkness. His horse moved faster, finally allowed to get away from the fear. Shim felt the Darkness getting closer... closer...
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