The Forgotten Slayer-Chapter 8: Forgotten

As his body began to wake up Clyde felt a sharp pain in his head. His vision was blurry and it was unclear where he was. For a moment he believe everything that had occurred up until now was a strange nightmare. The hole in his chest quickly reminded him that wasn't the case.

Eventually he could properly see his surroundings and he found himself in a structure that he could relate to. The architecture resembled that of his homeland in Carlsbane. Standing up he headed toward a balcony in the room to look outside.

The landscape was a vast wilderness. To his suprised it appeared to be daytime which was a stark contrast to the place he had just came from. Looking upward however would only bring more questions. At some point the skyline broke from a bright blue sight to a darkness. Reliving what had transpired Clyde remembered he was flying upward and suddenly crashed into the ground.

None of this made any sense but no matter how hard he tried to puzzle the events in his head to reason, he had to accept that the land of dust was above. Some unknown force must have been separating the two lands.

It was unclear why the light couldn't be seen when he was on the other side, but that didn't matter anymore. Turning around back into the room Clyde moved toward a door. Upon turning the knob it was clear the door was either locked or stuck.

Before he could begin to worry the door opened itself.

On the other side was an empty room with just a table and two chairs. An older man was sitting in one of the chairs looking straight at Clyde.

"You are awake. That's good after all I wasn't sure if I was harboring a corpse in my home. Come and sit."

Clyde wasn't sure how to feel about the man but he also didn't have the ability to do anything other than what he was told.

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Once he sat down across from the man Clyde was about to start asking questions but was beaten to it.

"What brings a Deathwalker to Mira? The journey must have be long and difficult."

"Where do I even start... my name is Clyde and I was a slayer who got my heart ripped out. Following that I awoke in some abysmal dusty place, only to meet a strange guy named Orion, who threw me to this side when I didn't take his offer. I honestly don't even know what a Deathwalker is or where Mira is."

"So it's you.. it's been some time since our last meeting, you look very different after all."

"I can confidently I have never seen you before."

"And I could tell you that I know you better than anyone else in all of the realms. But that's neither here or there. For now I must ask you a simple question. Do you want to return home."

"If I can that would be great."

"There is a cave not far from here and all you need to do enter it. Once inside you must reach the end of the cave and pass a simple trial. If you can do all of that you will be able to return to your land and gain some borrowed strength."

"Borrowed strength?"

The old man began to laugh deviously as if it was all so obvious.

"Yes, but that's all you need to know. It was nice seeing you again but time is short as I'm expecting another visitor. It would be great if you could avoid meeting that beast."

"You keep saying we've met before but I don't even know your name."

"I'm just a forgotten nobody. Now leave."

Clyde had no choice but to get up and exit the house. Not because he chose to but it was through the absolute authority the command put in his body.

The moment he left the house he had regained control of his actions.

As he began to turn around to contest the house was gone. Almost like it didn't exist.

Turning back around once again, a dark opening in a mountain was several feet away.

"This place is getting out of control."

With nowhere else to go Clyde decided to trust the old man and enter the cave.

A feeling deep within Clyde was growing. The feeling was indescribable but at best it was a feeling regarding his nature.

It was as if his entire being was compelled to the darkest corner of the cave.

Deeper and deeper into the cave Clyde began to hear noises. Small whispers, crawling, and scratching. At this point it was beginning to be dark enough that Clyde used a little essence to emit a small flame.

Eventually there was a decent sized painting in front him. It looked like it was made yesterday with zero signs of deteriorating under the circumstances of its location. The painting depicted three pedestals, on the left pedestal was a chalice of water. The right pedestal had a chalice of overflowing darkness. The center had a chalice that appeared empty but surrounding it was small edgy yellow lines.

As if the painting could tell that it was done being looked at, it rapidly aged to the point of collapsing into dust. Behind the paint was a narrow hallway with torches lined up on the wall. When Clyde stepped forward into the hallway they began to light on their own one by one.

'If I do make it back Bell would not believe what happened. Nobody would for that matter.'

Reaching the end of the hallway was a door made of iron. Pushing on it lightly the door fell onto its back creating a loud noise as it hit the ground.

Stepping on the door and moving beyond it was a circular room with light pouring in from the surface thanks to a medium sized hole in the ceiling. From Clyde's judgment it didn't seem that he was very deep in a mountain but time and space have already been thrown out the window in this realm. Once his eyes adjusted to the sudden influx of light, Clyde saw a familiar setting.

The three pedestals from the paint were right in front of him. He would have thought that the trial would be choosing a correct chalice but that was proven wrong. Two of the chalices were gone as if they never existed or were already taken. The one remaining was the seemingly empty chalice in the middle.

Clyde slowly walked over to the chalice and picked it up with his right hand.

Nothing happened.

'Well that was strange'

A thunderous crack was heard throughout the entire realm as a bolt of pure lightning was sent through the hole in the ceiling hitting Clyde.

It happened so fast that there was no time to react at all. Dropping the chalice Clyde shrieked and fell to the floor.

Strangely it didn't hurt as bad as he would've thought.

Standing up Clyde felt different about himself. Something changed but he couldn't figure it out. Before he could test anything a voice spoke to him in his head.

[The Trial of the Surge has been chosen]

The melancholic voice disturbed Clyde greatly but there was no time asses any meaning.

The location Clyde was in changed abruptly. There was no cave to be found anywhere. Instead Clyde was in an open field.

Disoriented, Clyde fell onto his knees. Unfortunately there was no time to rest because company was arriving.

The sounds of hooves could be heard galloping toward him. Looking up Clyde wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel. A normal person would be scared or panicking. The only thing coming from his body was an unruffled certainty that something like this would happen.

Three Minotaurs would be upon him soon.