Chapter 3 - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The journey had taken almost 5 months and little Casten was already getting big. His mother had taken it upon herself to finish reading the book and learn what she will need to do to help her son. 
	

It was late at night and a few scattered clouds crossed the sky’s panoramic beauty as the half-moon shone bright above. Few twinkling stars glimmered in the sky as the sight of the high walls of Pendin came into view. Arai’s heart leaped as she saw the town that her new home would be, and where her son would do something great with his life.
	

As they got closer the large wooden gates would push open as several armed guards of the city would walk out not questioning them but making sure no other outsiders where making their way in. The guard wore some of the finest armor she had ever seen and they wielded weapons that where nothing less than perfect in her eyes. As she watched them work in perfect harmony and surround the wagon it hit her. Her son would become a warrior like these men but also not like these men. 
	

She looked down to her son and smiled as she watched him giggle and laugh as he looked back up at her with his piercing blue eyes. 
	

“Casten Shidou, Hero of Pendin.” She whispered to herself as she felt the wagon start to move again. This was it the end of a long journey but the beginning of an even longer one.

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Deep within the northern mountains laid dormant an evil magic, trapped by the white wizard of legends. As the magic was put to rest the world also was plunged into a grand time of peace. But the dark gods of the world are pressing their tendrils to the minds of the humans to start back up the black flames of war. They have already put events into play as the Dark Dragon Fenrir was about to be reborn within the embryo of an unborn dragon egg, and bring upon the world the tides of destruction and war.
	

A young man made his way up the mountains. His thick blonde hair blowing back behind him from the frosting winds as he walked towards the temple of Fenrir. His tall thick body slouched against the wind as to keep him from flying off the mountain. His piercing blue eyes stared up in determination as he made his way up to the temple.
	

A lone guard stood in front of the temple to keep any outsiders out. The temple was a cursed place, where only the darkest of souls could thrive. 
	

The guard looked at the male before he shouted. “I demand you turn back now this is a temple of a Dark God and none are allowed inside.”
	

“What if I am here to serve the dark god by his orders?” The large male said as he continued foreword his blue eyes glaring at the guard as he clenched his fist waiting.


The guard unsheathed his sword slowly as he watched the man from under his helm; this was the first fight the guard will have ever had. But even worse than that this was a servant of the dark god, by gods this man had a god on his side. The soldier slowly hoisted his shield as he watched the large man continue coming.


The blonde man pulled from within his heavy woodsman cloak a short hand ax. The muscles in forearm rippling as he held the hand ax to the side waiting for the guard to make his move. Then he stopped exactly ten strides from the guard, this would be over in but a moment he thought as he prayed for Fenrir to have mercy on the guard’s soul.


The guard stood still for a moment as the icy winds pressed to his back he jumped in a full sprint his shield to the side his sword to the front. When the male finished closing the range he brought the point of the sword towards the heart of the large intruder, but felt nothing stop his point.
	

The large man had stepped to the side of the thrust and brought his hand to pull the helm of the boy free from his head. As the helm pulled off he saw the deep brown eyes of the guard. This boy had barely been a man and now it was his time to die. The large man lifted his ax and brought it down hard into the neck of the guard. The force of the ax would slide in to the muscle and severe the spine of the male. The hot red blood shot out around the ax and covered the man’s hand. As the boy dropped to the ground dead before he landed the heat of the blood would create a slight fog around the wound.
 	

The large man bowed his head to the guard before he continued on his way not bothering to cover the body of someone who was already dead. The man pushed the large doors of the temple open, the walls where black as ebony and the only light came from a small hole in the ceiling that illuminated nothing more than the small alter with an indent in it just wide enough for a dragon egg. 
	

The large man walked across the smooth ground and stood in front of the alter. “And with this I have brought the new body that the god Fenrir shall use to bring back the golden age of the warrior.” The man said in his scruffy voice as he pulled out the green dragon egg and placed it within indent on the alter. “For I am here out of my own will the god shall go unopposed against the wrath of the others and be freed from his immortal bonds and again be free.” The man said as he dropped to one knee and clasped his hand to his chest.
	

In that moment a black lightening would shoot through the hole and strike the dragon egg. The power of the lightning would send the large man back across the room. As he stared wide eyes at the egg which was now black as the darkest heart he noticed the red runes glowing around the glowing alter. Then he noticed the words glow now. “Kill the Champion.” Was all it said nothing more nothing less. 
	

Why can’t the god’s be a little more specific when they give orders to their servants? There had to be dozens of people who claimed themselves to be champion how he would know which one was “The Champion.” He had no clue.
	

The male watched the letters die out into nothing but the runes still glowed furiously. The male sighed slightly as he stood up and turned walking to leave the temple. 
	

“Find the Champion.” He mumbled to himself as he stepped through the door out into the world.