Duel (Part 2)

He opened his eyes slowly, and felt a jar of pain shake his bone. He screamed, but nobody heard him in the dark. After a while, the pain subsided, and wondered who it was that has met his match. His brain quickly took in his surroundings. It was a dark chamber, looking more like a cave than an artificial dwelling. He stood up, and walked to the wall, where he saw a beam of light gleam on something. It was a Sword, strangely fashioned, with blades on both ends. He picked it up, and it feeling familiar in his hands, he swirled it above his head as fast as a tornado.

He found it amazingly well balanced, and light. He strapped it to its place, wondering how he knew that there was a clip on his back, where it could be fastened. Looking up where he thought he saw light shine in, he noticed a small hole in the top of the room. Sunlight poured in through that opening, illuminating everything in the chamber now.

He racked his brain to remember how he managed to get into a cave with no exits or entries. He vaguely remembered a place in his mind, a castle of crude rock, and a massive creature of amazing power. He felt evil in that monster, but he could not remember anything else.

"Amazing" he thought to himself "I don’t even know my name, but I feel as if I was incomplete"

He looked around again, and saw a scroll beside his resting-place, which he missed on his first look around. He picked it up and read it:

"I have locked myself in this cave, so I can keep all the powers inside me contained, and away from the rest of me. I have give myself the name Raitmoks, meaning "warrior" in the words of the gods. I have performed a ritual, and bound myself to my chosen enemy. I shall not die, until I have defeated this creature once and for all. Though I have banished this foul creature of darkness to the nether realms, I am unsure of the length of its imprisonment. And so, I shall lie in sleep, until my services will be needed again in this world. And so, I feel the need for my rest. In this state I have devised using Huema’s glory and knowledge, I will be near death. I am sure that my powers will desert me during this time, but if I wake again, they will return to me slowly. I must remember that whatever the cost I must not be whole again. With power comes ambition for more, and ambition for reaching the ultimate state can lead to evil. May I wake with vengeance in my blade, and power in my soul. May I live to thank V eríl and Huema for their kindness.

Note: To get out of here: just ussssseeeeee…"

The scroll faded and he threw it down on the floor. He must have fallen asleep while writing it. IF it was he who wrote it Interesting concept… I’ll just assume that I did for the moment, and so, my name is Raitmoks"

He wondered what he wrote it with… No use worrying about what he can’t do, so he put his rain into gear. He looked at the hole above him, and quickly thought of possible solutions to reach it. The slab of stone he was resting on was too heavy to lift. There was nothing else in the room to move. It looked like a hopeless case. He started examining the walls around him, and slowly he felt his way around the room. The light started to wane by the time he has finished. With no result. He guessed the ceiling was put up from the outside…