A part of him already knew that it was too late. His free hand clutched instinctively at his abdomen. Chris turned, pulling his sword from its scabbard with a scrape of metal. The blade withdrew swiftly and blood pooled around the wound. He looked down and saw a blade jutting from his stomach. He knew he only had a few seconds.Īs he made it to his feet, he felt a dull pain in his abdomen. He tried madly to regain his footing, but struggled to rise, his heavy mail once again an impediment. Chris saw the swiftly approaching group of soldiers and the bottom dropped out of his stomach. “Is-is that Jason?” he asked quietly into the darkness.Ī throaty roar was his only response. He motioned toward Chris’ position and the dark forms around him rushed forward.Ĭhris felt a strange mixture of awe and fear as he watched the dark figure. The man’s body was shrouded in a billowing black cloak that obscured his face and clothing. This person walked with a casual, purposeful tread that stood out in stark contrast to the chaotic movements of the enemy soldiers.
In the flash of light, Chris caught sight of a figure moving through the trees. Bodies littered the ground - the remains of Chris’s teammates and the soldiers they had been traveling with. The lightning pushed back at the darkness that hung in the air like a thick blanket, illuminating the massacre in the distance. Lightning arced between the boiling clouds and then a bolt struck a nearby tree with a deafening crash. The fall and minor pain caused his panic to escalate.Ĭhris turned quickly and looked behind him, his eyes full of fear. His foot collided with a tree limb that lay on the ground and Chris toppled forward, landing with a heavy thud. Low hanging branches snagged on his clothing and armor. However, a part of him was thankful that whoever had let out that scream had bought him a few precious seconds. Their group had gotten separated from the main army.
He knew that they were the men in his contingent. His stamina was depleting swiftly as he struggled against the weight of the heavy mail he wore.Ĭhris heard the screams behind him, but he didn’t turn to look. His breath came in heavy, ragged gasps and his legs pumped frantically. The images of the dead and dying were burned into his mind. He began to panic as he considered what was chasing him. He could just barely make out the gnarled, leafless branches of the trees around him. Thick black clouds hovered in the sky, obscuring the sun and casting the forest in an almost impenetrable darkness. October 7, 2076: Six days after the release of Awaken Online.Ĭhris ran desperately through the dead forest. To my wife, for putting up with my bullshit.
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