Discovery: The Past pt. 2

After the light had completely engulfed him pictures started to form… not distinguishable pictures… not yet anyway then he saw one form completely it was him… when he was eleven… and as he stared he saw he was in the infirmary where he awoke as spoke with master Tredent and as he thought this he slowly became the boy only not fully it was as if he was in his mind… but as a passenger, couldn’t take control of anything that was happening… I guess I just have to sit back and enjoy the ride, Vincent thought. “I hope the plan fails….” the young vincent said coldly. “WHAT?! how could you even think of that? you’d wish the deaths of thou-” tredent managed before being interupted. “Yes, I’d wish that… because I want to be the one to kill the Shadow Lord… I want to kill him with my own two hands and watch as he begs for mercy and forgiveness at my feet…” Vincent said giving his master a look he had never seen before, it Frightened Tredent… “Well Vincent…. I’m sorry to hear you feel that way… I thought i had trained you different… Well I must go because I too must depart for I seek to help the people of Vanadiel… I will protect them… I’ll protect even you. So i must be off, because soon i go to war against the darkness… come Ketyunis let us leave Vincent to rest.” Tredent said pulling Ketyunis away with him. This wasn’t the student he raised, Tredent thought, not at all… But Vincent knew why he felt that way back then… all the anger and rage inside of him, the sorrow… It felt like a war ebing waged inside of him… and he was losing… the Images started to play foreward faster and stopped briefly at a point of him training two years after he had recovered and he had become stronger and better with a blade… he was fighting, Fighting orcs he killed four of them almost effortlessly. Rage is a powerful tool, Vincent thought, it can drive you many places… then the images continued to play foreward and stopped at an again older Vincent looked about 16 now, his hair longer about at his shoulders. He had become strong… His arms were bigger then they were now… and he was running, no not running, Vincent thought, he’s chasing something… it looked big black-brown skin… and Vincent made it out to be a Dragon… Why am I chasing a dragon? Vincent thought, Much less why is it running away from me? Dragons can take out small legions of men, then Vincent looked around at the enviroment… it was snowy and there was blood in the snow… and a matching shade of blood on the younger version of him’s Blade, which he had been running with it unsheathed. Vincent guessed this to be the dragon’s blood and he was amazed… To be able to strike fear into the heart of a dragon… I must have been training non-stop all those years… Then the voice spoke into his head. “WHO ARE YOU?! AND WHY DO YOU ENTER MY LANDS?” the voice said. elder Vincent noticed where the dragon was running… and he wished he didn’t he saw a Castle… but no ordinary castle the stone was black… and not a black stone either… also not burnt with soot the rock had been tainted black by a Demonic presence… and he could only guess who… “My name is Vincent, and I’m guessing that dragon is a creation of your’s eh Shadow Lord?” the young Vincent said calmly. “AAHH… SO YOU KNOW WHO I AM, IF THATS THE CASE WHY ARE YOU HERE? DO YOU WISH TO JOIN ME LIKE THAT OTHER FOOL?” he said “I don’t know who this other “Fool” is but no, I’m not here to join you far from it… I’m here to put an end to your miserable existence… and watch you beg for mercy and forgivness at my feet…” Vincent said still calm. “HAH… HAHAHA. HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA. THAT’S FUNNY KID BUT HONESTLY… YOU DEFEAT, ME!? I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT TRUE POWER IS!” as he spoke a field of powerful demonic force began to form around Vincent pushing him back slightly… “NOW DIE!!!!” the Shadow Lord screamed into his mind. and when he did the force stopped pushing and violently lifted him from the earth below and thrust him back-wards and up. he soon was far away from where he had previously stood and he had lost his sword aswell… his fathers sword. With this Vincent knew how he had ended up in Jugner forest… he had been thrown from the north-lands by the sheer power of the Shadow Lord alone… but then he learned how he survived “NO! You musn’t die yet… I will protect you for you will be the one to give me peace… I will save you from the fall and you will awaken five years from now where you will start to fullfil your destiny… you will meet one of the chosen people when you awaken… but until then you shall sleep…” the voice elder Vincent knew as Raogrimm said. and after he did a strange light engulfed Vincent a sort of light-blue light that surrounded him and slwoly lowered him down to the ground and landed him into the waters of Lake Mechicume in the Jugner Forest… and he would lay there for five years… and then the images were gone… he was Back in his own mind and still had the skinned and gutted rabbit… it was clearly alot later and had started to chill… “Raogrimm?” Vincent said as he questioned the night… nothing Raogrimm had left his mand and gone back into hibernation along with the Shadow Lord… he expects me to kill him? Even if i brought myself to kill the man who saved my life would i be able to? The Shadow Lord is so powerful… then a thought came into Vincent’s mind. He will kill him he may not have the power… yet but Raogrimm said he wouldn’t be alone… and he had already met one of the chosen people who would aid him on his journey… Mysticlight.