-- skin bruised and scratched. Dried blood, dust, dirt, and mud settled on his body. "Dad... Mom... I'm.... ...Sorry..." Preface It was hot, in fact the weatherman said it was a high record. The Prince in his own study came across something rather --
Thy Will Hath Been Tested
[a solo written by : #void | #Paganisms]
"Well, I guess today was a good day to die." The Prince would say as a thousand Daemons had surfaced before his eyes. A tired look in his eyes whilst his clothes tatter from cuts burns, --
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-- interesting. A tome written by one of his grandfathers. Though some of the text had withered away due to time he couldn't help but feel inspired to further his research. For a week or two he did nothing but try to find the place in question. As he found --
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-- a location he didn't let anyone know, because he figured he'd look around. It wasn't going to be a long time. Leaving the kingdom with only the supplies needed, he would eventually find himself in the desert. As he searched around the site, his pack on, --
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-- and water in hand he embarked towards the entrance. Shutting his phone off he slid it inside his pack. By the Nine, he knew it was a good place to search, it wasn't in the history books. With a determined smile upon his lips he delved further and further --
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-- inside before a loud crack of the door and a locking noise echoed. The Prince turned around and tried to get himself free but the door wouldn't budge. Tenebris choked down his fear as he turned towards the blackness of his surroundings. His legs began --
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-- moving on their own, and he made his way further down the path before a light has shined through to an echo shown before him. "What do you fear most child?" "What are you searching for?" Question after question, some of them repeating; and like a --
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-- candle flickering out some text appeared on the wall: Once You Enter, Your Might Will Be Tested, Your Mind Will Be Broken, And Should You Fail You WILL Die. This was hard to swallow, then again in times like this Tenebris grit his teeth, furrowed his --
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-- eyebrows and go into battle. But this was different the Daemons he saw were Ancient Ones. His power was sealed off and he couldn't warp around. He was able to draw his own Engine Blade, but that was it. This was his struggle. He proceeded to enter the --
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-- room, and the Ancient Ones began their assault, some weaker than the others. It felt like days had gone and the weary Prince found little respite, he was desperate, fighting a losing battle when a behemoth-sized Daemon drug a fiery sword along the --
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-- battlefield which lit up the area and he saw thousands upon thousands more. Months had gone by and the Prince was finally on his last whim; he stood as he could hardly keep balance. "Stand...by me.. Wont you stand...by me..." He sang quietly as his --
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-- broken spirit had pushed him back into the fight catching another brief moment of adrenaline; he would charge into the group cutting them down one by one. It was that small inkling of hope that had been crushed when the Behemoth attacked him. Blood --
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-- trickled out of his wound. "No I wont...shed a tear...just as long...as you stand.... Stand by...." He pushed himself up, clenching the open wound. "...me." Tearing his shirt even further, he made a simple tourniquet for the wound. This was his last --
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-- ditch effort, pushing himself against a wall, he would swing tiredly. However, the Ancient Ones stopped and that is when they had disappeared right before his eyes. Tenebris admitted he was afraid, tears fell from his eyes as he watched. Grandpa Regis --
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-- stood before him as a spectre "to your feet grandson. I am your final test. Do you know what this place is?" Tenebris choked and shook his head, this wasn't happening.. Not now. "Tell me... This is just a bad dream... Please no!" "You desire to be the --
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-- sword, but you are not ready to give your life. Well you have no choice because I will not stop until one of use yields or dies. Do you understand?" The Prince spits out some blood and got to his feet. "Dad.... Mom.... I'm sorry for being such a --
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-- rotten son... I just wanted you to be proud of me. I just wanted to be a better son... And I'm sorry for leaving... But I wont be leaving this fight... Without giving you all my life." The two prepared for battle and with haste their blades clashed. The --
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-- Echo of Regis shown no emotion as Tenebris tried his hardest to best his opponent. Every once in a while Tenebris would be knocked down by a crushing blow, and the Prince would get back up. Tenebris stood tall, and once the Echo of Regis had prepared --
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-- another devastating blow, the Prince dropped his sword, his eyes shut. "Kings of Old, lend me your strength..." With that a wind blew through the field and he felt some of his strength return. Getting up he looked at the Echo and took up his bloody sword --
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-- before sending deafening blows back and forth. Before Tenebris knew it he had brought the Echo to its knees, with his own blade at its throat. "Yield." with a nod he had disappeared and Tenebris staggered around and once he had gotten to the entrance --
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-- he looked around. He had not seen daylight in quite some time. As he turned his phone on and waited a brief period of time. He was going to hear an earful. "Grandpa, this place is known as the Cavern of Solemn Calamities." He says as he begins --
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