Apothic, once a trainee of the Military Academy, didn’t had quite a good experience with his colleauges…. Most of the time, he would journey alone into the dungeons without any help nor guidance from anyone. One blurry night inside the dungeon, where Hydras and fearful Dark Elves that lurks within the shadows…Apothic tried and strived to become stronger. Alone and hurt, hunters, knights, beastmasters and foemas came but ignored the injured Transknight…he was alone again. As he was sitting from the foul-smelled corner of the dungeon depth, he saw something…something evil…dark energy. He knew what it is so he got up from his weary feet and drew out his swords. As Apothic waits for the Dark Knight to come near…Apothic cut himself for adrenaline…bloodlust…to wake himself up from his wiggled state….
Knowing his body can’t take more punishment, he tried to escape, from the Dark Knight. Hiding from each hellish parts of the dungeon, trying not to be seen. Unexpectedly, Apothic heard a scream, a girl. Apothic forced himself to rise, heavy breathing, he threw away one of his swords.Apothic’s body had already taken its toll. He saw the Dark Knight cornering the frightened little girl, a foema. The massive blade of the Dark Knight rised up, getting ready for the kill, Apothic threw his sword at the eye of the Dark Knight. A demonic sound, loud and evil, filling up every corner of the dungeon. As the Dark Knight writhes in pain, Apothic ignoring the pain of his body, grabbed the girl from the hand, and saved her from her death sentence.
“Thh-thank you, sss-ss-sir…” the little girl said.
Apothic, with no emotion or whatsoever, collapsed while in a upright position. The Dark Knight followed Apothic. Apothic’s blood was all over the dungeon floor…and the Dark Knight can smell it.
The little girl tried to wake him up but Apothic’s eyes were empty. He fainted while standing. The little foema tried magic, she tried to heal Apothic but it was futile. His body had taken the toll of his ventures and his heart was ready to give up…
The Dark Knight saw the two, without mercy, the Dark Knight run towards Apothic, lusting for he’s blood. Apothic’s body reacted. It reacted as if it has a mind of its own. The massive sword missed the heart of the Transknight and went through the lower-left part of he’s body. Drenched in his own blood, Apothic gained conciousness. Grabbing the arms of the Dark Knight, Apothic gave the little girl time to run away.
“Run away…go…” Apothic with a weakened soul, with what little his heart can muster.
The little girl cried and cried, running towards the exit…the girl stumbled. Still whimpering, she looked back for the last time…and saw nothing but darkness…
“Gahhh…..” , Apothic still holding on.
The Dark Knight struggled to remove the blade from Apothic’s battered body. But instead, Apothic went deeper, to get closer….close enough for him to grab his sword imbued on the eye of the Dark Knight. Everytime Apothic gets closer…the wider, and deeper his wound gets…
“Hahahahahaha!! I like the way you think human!! But I want to hear you scream you Gut-filled MAGGOT!!!, shouted the Dark Knight.
“……………..”, Apothic saying nothing
Staring at the remaining eye of the Dark Knight. Showing no fear of death…the stare of Apothic is as cold as the depths fo hell…showing no fear nor pain. The Dark Knight did not like what he sees. The Dark Knight felt fear, frozed by that moment, the TransKnight took the little chance of borrowed time and gone deeper, getting close enough to handle the sword. He hacked downward, towards the heart of the Dark Knight…
Alone again, Apothic sits bleeding…and the fiends of the foul-smelled dungeon comes closer for Apothic’s human flesh….
Apothic’s wound began to rapture, he’s losing blood and nothing can be done. Apothic, knees above the dungeon floor, just waiting for his heart to stop…Apothic remembered the little girl he saved…and what she said…Alone again, Apothic sits bleeding…waiting…fading.
“Hmph…stupid girl…”, whispered the TransKnight
“To be continued….”