I promised

I was talking to Aita the other day and I promised I would post the revamped new version of my story before Friday. It is not 11 on Thursday and I intended to hold my end of the bargain so here it is. This is my favorite story so far but again like always be brutal.



I could feel my heart pounding as I raced around the corner. I could hear the water droplets hitting the stones I continued running down the hallway. My only light all but a few torches whose dancing fire cast an ominous light around the corridor. I could tell this was a place of unimaginable horror. The stench of rotting corpses hung to the air, a sickly sweet scent that was so thick I could taste it in my mouth, coating my tongue and over powering everything else. I put my hand on my sword and continued forward my only guide the sound of crying somewhere in this labyrinth of a dungeon. After only a couple of minutes I knew I was lost, all the walls looked the same, every corridor identical to the last and to the next. I looked around the hall and found a very suitable looking corner and I lowered myself to the ground. I wasn’t exactly tired, but being away from the sun and the fresh air for this long had taken its toll on me. I guessed it had probably been only a couple hours, but in this place it felt like weeks had passed.
For me the sun is everything, it is my where I draw my power from as do all my people. We are the Solrya, the children of the sun. For as long as I can remember my tribe has always worshipped and honoured the sun, and in return it has blessed us with bounty and extraordinary power. We know our power is a gift from the sun, and because of that we always have and always will remain neutral in the never ending war. Unlike the Solrya, neither the Aquirya nor the Vindrya truly honour the gifts they have been given. They use the powers given to them to enslave the humani and kill anyone who oppose them.
Splash! My eyes darted open as I looked around the deserted halls. “That’s it I am going insane” I joked to myself “The darkness has won.” Just as I finished my statement I heard it again. Splash! It was closer this time, I knew it was not just the water droplets; whatever was making these noises was not natural. The sounds were getting closer, and I began to decipher not only splashes of water but another sound hitting against the stone floors. The sound of footsteps began to fill my mind. I turned to run but stopped as another sound soon filled the air.
“HELP!” It came from the direction of the footsteps, I hesitated for a moment trying to decide unsure of if I should help this man screaming or I should go run before I was to become the next victim. I made up my mind and turned the corner to face the creature, and stopped dead in my tracks.
What I saw was no man, what I saw was a monster. I started at it for a moment terrified; this was a creature that should only exist in my nightmares, this was a guardian. I had hoped I would never encounter such a creature; a hybrid of humani and animals. It was one of the only things that could truly protect them from the Aquirya and the Vindrya. They were intelligent, strong, fast, with animal instincts and human intellect, they were killing machines. The stories of them had haunted my childhood. I had heard tales of entire armies being slaughtered over night by small groups of these experimental warriors. They had always scared me and now I was facing one.
The guardian looked to be of a human and a wolf. The teeth and claws shone in the flickering fire light. I could see a man cloaked from head to toe pinned to the wall by one of the paws of the guardian. Blood trickling over each claw as the wolf-man stared at his pray. His yellow eyes fixed on the throat of the man he had captured.
I drew my sword the sound of the metal alerting the predator, he looked at me and threw the ragdoll body of his victim to the side. The body hit the ground with a thud and remained motionless. The wolf instinct of the creature took control; he let out a loud howl and charged at me, primeval tactics to scare and startle their prey. Unfortunately for me these tactics worked. The howl of blood thirst sent shivers down my spine, by the time I noticed the guardian’s charge it was almost too late. I ran back behind the corner and dropped down and knelt on my right knee, preparing to lung at my assailant when he turned the corner. The ground was wet where I knelt and I could feel the cool water on my skin through my pants. This change in temperature made me realize how hot I really was. I could feel the sweat now trickling down my face, my long red hair sticking to my neck.


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