Chapter 1
“Who in the hell is banging around the ministry now?” I ask, receiving no response. I am pulled from where I am to being in the ministry. In the room stood a tall brunette, with the body of a goddess, and I find myself unable to move as she walks towards me. By the look on her face, she is beyond pissed. I am screwed. She’s now standing in front of me, looking into my eyes. I can feel her in my soul. She backs up two feet and she says smiling “Don’t you worry Skryx, your mother is coming for you.”
“What the fuck?” I wake up yelling. That was one creative dream, I mean my mom can’t be coming for me, she’s dead. She died giving birth to me, and my deadbeat father didn’t want anything to do with me. I was stuck in this world all alone, with no one and no help. I had to fight and kill for everything that is mine. I can already tell, this is going to be one of those days. I sit up in my bed and grab my boots and put them on. I look around and I’m not seeing my sword, where did I put it. I get up and walk over to the door, my horse is already awake roaming the stall. I grab my shield, and I still can’t seem to find my sword. How drunk was I last night?
I continue out the door and I turn around to close it. I hear a twig snap on the ground, I turn around raising my shield, right in the last second to catch the sword. At least I know where my sword is, but who is this person. Why have they come to kill me? I do not recognize him. Drawing back he looks frustrated and angry. That almost always makes the fight easy for me. He draws the sword back and charges at me straight ahead, sword above his head. Within 5 feet of me, his stance changes the sword now drawing down. I swing my shield up, smashing it into his wrist, breaking the bone through the skin. Blood is spraying all over of him as he falls to the ground on his knees screaming in agony.
I raise my foot and slam it in his the middle of his chest, knocking him on his back gasping for air now instead of screaming. I stand over him and I place my foot on his chest and let me tell you, he is way pass pissed now. “Why are you trying to kill me? I’m only asking you once and you better not fuck with me.” He looks at me and smiles “Because your mother owes me for the love I made to her last night.” He laughs and I laugh, oh what a great time. “Alright I told you not to fuck with me, and you did exactly that.” I take the point of my shield and I slam it into his left knee, completely separating the two halves of his leg. I step away from him and grab my sword. That’s weird, complete silence. He died pretty fast, at least I know he suffered, and that fills me with joy.
I walk back over to the body and reach inside of his pocket. Inside there is a rectangular metal object. I pull it out and it is a metallic card inscribed with the Mjolnir, Thor’s Hammer. That is weird though, they are from D.C. Why are they here in Knoxville, and what do they have against me?
I put the card in my pocket and head over to the stable. Jackson, my horse, luckily he stayed calm through this all. I tie my shield to the right side of Jackson, and my sword on the left. I climb up onto him and there is a boost of energy. I take back what I said earlier. I haven’t completely been alone, Jackson has been here for me since my very first kill. “Alright Jackson, let’s head to D.C.“. Jackson neighs and begins trotting.
It was back in 2015, I had just turned 18 and out of Primary School, I was on my way home when two raiders came towards me. I jumped over a fence that was right next to me and ran to the farmhouse. I busted through the door and sitting in an old black leather chair was a corpse, at least a week old. I walked over in front of the corpse and the body stabbed several times in the heart. That type of murder, he did something to deserve it. I head into the Cellar, and it is my lucky day. There was a new steel Sword and a Maroon Steel Shield.
Now I’m not going to lie, I am scared at this point. I am trained to fight, but I never had to fight anyone before. I heard the footstep enter the house upstairs. I grabbed the sword and shield and climbed up the outer cellar stairs. I started to open the doors, and the screeching noise they made, I knew I had to run. I pushed the door open and ran for the barn. Once I made it to the door I looked behind me and one of the raiders was already down the steps of the house. I had to prepare myself for a fight. It was either my life or his.
I stood there standing in box form shield raised, the shield is a foot away from my chest but centered with my chest. The top of the shield lining with my nose. The sword angled forty-five degrees towards the shield. I was ready I kept telling myself over and over. I was so not ready. He burst through the barn door and charged me and I stood there frozen. He knocked me on the ground, my sword sliding several feet out of reach, but the shield still in my hand.
The raider pulled a dagger out and started to move it towards me laughing. I began to panic because I did not have my sword. Then out of the corner of the barn, there is a neigh. The Raider lost focus and looked up with his eyes off of me. I had to think quick. I look over at the sword and back over to my shield. I had an Idea. I lifted my arm up as fast as I could planting the side of the shield into his ribs knocking him off of me. That was the when I learned how useful a shield can be.
The raider now laying next to me, I got up and grabbed the sword. I was not the forgiving type at this moment. I walked over to the raider and slid the sword through his larynx and twisted the sword, ripping a massive hole in his throat. With the sword still lodged into his throat, the other raider came through the barn door. I am not kidding when I tell you that I heard him shit himself before running away. I will never forget that kill, still one of my favorites.
After dislodging the sword from the raiders throat, I heard the horse again. I walked over to the stall and this horse was magnificent. The most beautiful golden brown hair I have ever seen on a horse. The owner was dead, and couldn’t watch over this horse, and I couldn’t leave such a beautiful animal like him there to suffer, starve and die. Jackson has been with me ever since.
Still riding along the path I look up. The sign reads Washington D.C. 182 miles. This is going to be one hell of a ride. I am going to stop into Charlottesville, 60 miles away, that is about another two hours now of the night. I wonder what it was like before they banned technology from consumers.
The world is complete shit now, and I think that everyone has lost their minds. People are talking about the Gods and Goddesses as if they are real. They say they are carrying out their gods bidding when they slaughter innocent people and burn down buildings. I mean, I was just attacked by a knight of The Order of Odin. I have done nothing wrong against them. Then you have the Knights Templars who are actually on a witch hunt, even though everyone knows that witchcraft is not real.
History and even religious texts show us all the pain and suffering that religion has brought to the world. No one even bats an eye when someone does something in the name of their god. If it was up to me, I would kill every last one of the Templars and Knights of Odin. Maybe then people will stop believing in something that isn’t even fathomable. We live in a world where people kill for fun, people rape for fun. Kids, and I do mean even the young ones, are killing each other, for fun. If any God exists, how could they tolerate what society has come to? If I was a god, I would set the entire world on fire and let it burn, putting everyone out of their misery.
I look off to the side of the road and the sign reads “Welcome to Charlottesville, Virginia.” The weird thing is, there are no lights, no candles, no noise. There is complete silence and darkness. Something does not feel right about...what the...fuck. I lift my hand as I lose balance and fall off of Jackson losing consciousness.
