The Legend Of The Dark Wanderer
14:37 Feb 10 2006
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He never knew when he was born; he never knew where he came from; he never knew who he was! Some say he was The Spawn Of Hell; some say he was an Avenging Angel; some say he was just a damnated soul, cast from the Heaven or Hell, condemned to wander in time and space, searching for his destiny, searching forgiveness, searching his identity!
Nobody knew where he came from; some say he came from another world... He appeared one day at the edge of a village, high in the mountains... They`ve found him sitting on a rock, with his head lowered and his hands around his body...just sitting there, with his black leather trenchcoat hanging down like dark broken wings, dusty and torn...
He never spoke; he never talked to anyone; they never knew if he was sleeping, feeding...He looked at the people with empty eyes, like he was seeing through them, like he was searching something inside him but trying to find it also in them...
He wandered around, in the deep forests surrounding the village, sometimes missing for days...
In one of his quests, he must`ve found something, because when he came back, after several days, he was changed! He was always agitated, his gestures were quick and nervous, his eyes...his eyes were the first change everyone remerked...they were like the deepest gates of Hell, and when he looked at you, it seemed like fire and pure hate was pouring from them... but when the night came, and he was outside, looking into the deep forest, some say that his eyes were full of tears, and the deepest sadness covered his sight...
They never knew what happened exactly, but one day, as he was standing in his usual spot at the local bar, he jumped from his seat and they heard him say his first and last words:"I must see her!", and then he was gone...Gone into the forest, gone into the darkness....
They say that in his last journey he found a creature in the woods, a specter, a witch, and that she put a spell on him, to draw him to her and take his soul...
Nobody knew for sure, but what they knew, and what nobody else ever found out, it was the day he died!
In that day, the sun never shined; a dark shadow was covering its face, filling all creatures with fear and despair, making all humans believe that it was the end of the world.
At some point during that day, without any warning, a cold wind started to blow, overturning everything in its way...but, as quicly as it started, it stopped...AND THERE WAS NO SOUND! It seemed like the time has stopped...
The people from the village were waiting for the final blow that will end their pitful existance; everybody was trembling, witing in fear...
Then, the`ve heard it... a distant sound, breaking the silence and growing in strength; it was like a rolling thinder that was coming straight for them to bring the end with it... Suddenly, sounds of a battle were heard; shots, the sound of clashing swords and, over them all, a voice well known, screaming in fear:" Milady, watch out!!!"... and then...silence.
But the silence was temporary... from the depths of the forest, a strange music was heard; drums and swords noises, like it was heard only when sacrifices were made... Then, somebody screamed and pointed to the sky...
A dark hole was growing upon the forest and from it, dark shadows, spirits from another world were coming down, to the place were the sounds marked the ritual... Suddenly, a scream of pain, a terrible pain, made everybody fall on the ground... from the depth of the forest, a pillar of flames and blood raised and touched the whirl of daemons from the sky...it touched, and then they`ve seen it for the first and the last time... His face, with burning eyes, was covering the sky...then, in a slow but strange motion, it began to change, turning into the very representation of the human fears...the horns, the fangs, the pointed ears, the animalic face...it was all there!
Like as fast it appeared, it started to faint...and at the very last glimps of him, a whisper, a cold sound covered the earth, making all of them wander..."Milady, I`ll always be near you!"
Some say he was killed in a battle, some say he was betrayed by the one he loved...some say he was captured and sacrificed as an example...
but what they all say is that he came back; there were rumours that he was still lurking upon those lands like a shadow, a dark specter searching revenge... some say that he was seen, looking like a human being, but when he looked at you, he was nothing but a daemon, a dark monster, the personification of evil...
Nobody knows for sure...but they all know that he was searching life after life for the one he loved...maybe he found her...his memories are locked away somewhere inside his mind, only her being the one to release him from his prison of pain... They call him The Dark Wanderer... but some say he`s also an angel of death...
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