Duilin, found himself in the firey cavern, he had seen so many times before. He just walked down, without even thinking of it. He's been threw this so many times before, he can't get out of it, he looses control, he wants to run away but he can't, he just keeps moveing. Suddenly, the specture appeared from last time, he battled it again. He swung his punches and kicks repeatedly at it, but it was no use. He felt anger and hate, he didn't know why, he just did. Horns grew from his forehead, another set of wings grew, his skin darkened with red, and his eyes glowed shineing starts in the night sky. Instead of killing the spector this time, he reached his hand out to it, and it reached his. They both began to merge. Duilin screamed wanting it to stop, and enventually, he woke up, back in his bed.
He fixed up his house. He was able to make money off of becomeing a craftsmen. Rink theived money, for him. Duilin wanted him to stop, but times he rough and he needed the money. The people of the town seemed to have gotten used to Duilin's appearance, but they still feared him and insulted him behind his back. Duilin, dosen't care, to hell with them, he says.
"Duilin!" Rink yells "Duilin, the land lord's knocking at the door."
"Allright..." Duilin replies "I've got it, I've got it..." He walks over to the door and opens it up. He looks at the beared man, he was in his mid fortys, and he had a muddy working cloths, and he allways had a look on his face like he had something to complain about.
"Duilin! Do you have any idea what day it is?" The land lord yells
"Ummm, Wendsday?"
"Yes, and you bill is a month over due! You have 10 minutes to get the hell out!"
"What!? You said I had another week!"
"Yes and that was two weeks ago. Get out!"
"...Fine..."
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"Marshal, what was that?" A man wearing blue colthing, and very light armor, of blueish tint and an iron helmet with two horns, on his head.
"I'm not sure, it sounded like yelling and screaming." A man wearing the same uniform replied. "Let us investigate."
The two were warrior mages of the cult know as the Blue Minotaur. They belive that the creatures of the gods were put on the planet for us to use to protect others. It was a small group, that lived in a mysterious pyramid like temple. The one Marshal had been in the group since he was born, his parents were high ranked mages in the group and Marshal hopes to follow in there footsteps.
The both arived were two mysterious warrior were battleing the zombies.
"We should aid them, my brother." Marshal subjested. The two nooded at each other and each held up a small staff made of steel, at the end was a saphire. As they lifted it up the saphire glowed. And two blue bird shaped phantoms appears above them, and both unfaded to the shape of Albatrashes. The two birds flue at a zombie and began ripping it apart.
