Revelation Of The Chosen (Book 1 of The Radiant Warrior Series)

Chapter 38: Land of the Mist

"Such bravery will be celebrated, not impeded upon."

In an unsteady tone Onyx said, "There is nothing anyone can do for me anymore. It is too late. I am just glad you showed up when you did. At least now, my family and Lord Hallious won't have to worry about my absence. They can grieve peacefully."

The great Hoyd with his hand behind his back and over his cloak, responded. "There is no need to mention it. Lord Hallious has taught you well and he will be very proud of you."

Onyx could now see the darkness slowly overshadowing the light from the land of the living and he became frightened.

The great Hyod walked slightly away from Onyx and asked while he looked up at the now cloudless, starry night roof, "Death, she is in the vicinity, is she not?"

"Yes, my Lord, Death and crusher of all my dreams, is near," whispered Onyx slowly and he fell out of consciousness for one last time.

The Lord of Wind looked down at Onyx. The striking lightning from the ongoing thunderstorm illuminated his entire body. His metallic half started to rust faster and his other half started to completely turn white.

The great Lord pulled out a clear cylinder vial of sparkling silver substance from beneath his cloaked arm and uncorked it.

He rapidly poured the clear crystal substance onto Onyx's chest where the Dark One impeded him.

The substance took on a life of its own. It slithered its way deep into Onyx's skin like a burrowing serpent.

Onyx was now standing in a grand, never-ending field of white smoke with a pale white sky. The air was oppressive and he was having difficulty breathing.

He called out for his parents, and Lord Hallious; however, there was no answer. There was no one in sight.

Panic ensued, for he was all alone. The thought of him never seeing his loved ones again quickly crept into his mind and he could not handle it.

He scurried deeper into the field to escape his dreadful thoughts, however he had to stop. He was suffocating. It was like someone's hand was choking the life out of him.

He was nearing nothing anyway, except more total emptiness and a white field which continued on to who knows where or for how long. It all looked the same in every direction, dismal and oppressive.

"Is this the afterlife. Is this how I have to spend all of eternity, completely alone?"

A sudden loud bang from behind him or at least he thought it came from behind him caught his attention.

He quickly rotated to see if anything or anyone was there, however he only came face to face with disappointment.

"You hear me," shouted Onyx to the sky, hoping someone was there to answer his wish, "Send that Dark Warrior here. Bring him to me so we can both suffer. He deserves it for what he has done in his wicked life."

He felt a tingling feeling coming from his chest and gawked down at it. Something strange and at the same time wonderful was happening.

Whatever it was, was repairing the immense damage done by the despicable Dark One. His severed skin began to sew itself back together with the aid of a crystal white substance.

He wanted to finish seeing the completion of the tapestry which was his chest but a large bang broke his concentration once more.

This time it was louder than before. He quickly turned to his left and then to his right and finally to his rear; however, there was nothing there once again.

"What are you?" shouted Onyx, spinning around. "Why are you torturing me like this? Is this some type of sick game?"

Still struggling to breath, he journeyed deeper into the thickening white smoke and again he heard the large bang.

He was tired of being tortured by the sound and decided not to pay any attention to it. It would only lead to distress once more.

He decided to see if his chest was fully mended, however the constant banging of what could only be giant bells broke his concentration, but at least his lungs had expanded and air entered his chambers. The weights on his chest, pressing down on him was gone.

He was sure it was the doing of the substance. He was tired of just standing around and watching for the noise maker.

"Where are you? Show yourself to me," he hollered.

He was determined to find the source. He looked around for awhile until a black structure, appeared out of nowhere. This was no ordinary place. Was this truly the afterlife?

He gazed upon it to see a giant long silver black pendulum swinging, back and forth, slowly while echoing the big bang he heard.

"What is going on here?"

He observed it carefully. It was barricading what looked from far, a giant golden double door with symbols down and up to the keyhole.

He was about to move closer when eight tall and intimidating dark shadows emerged from the thick smoky field as if they were waiting for someone to happen by them.

"In the name of the Hyods, who or what are the eight of you?" exclaimed a frightened Onyx.

A chilling feeling of eternal despair overcame him. He was not ready for such a fate. It was too awful. It was something he had never felt before, even in his darkest hour.

It was drowning him, trying to trap him. While he still had the mobility of his feet, he would not allow it to encapsulate him.

"You can't have my life. It is mine," shouted Onyx to the hovering, tall, black shadows of distorted shapes and sizes.

Question:

1) What is the land of mist?