The Dark Horseman
I awoke to the sound of thunder and the pale glow of lightning. I try and get a bearing on my surroundings, it’s a bit foggy and I sit in the middle of a forest. At first glance it looks like the earth to me, but on further inspection I seriously doubt it. Since I happen to know that place very well and where I am now cant be that place, unless it’s a higher dimension. It’s a bit hard to explain the particulars of everything, but you just don’t find trees like this on the earth.
What am I doing here? This is a good question and I suppose since you are reading this then you need an explanation. My name is, well I can’t disclose that right now, but you can know that I am a servant of the great masters of the light. I am a being of light myself, I do what it is that the masters wish and for the time being I happened to have woken up on a distant realm of existence for which purpose I can’t exactly say. This happens to me a lot so I am not so worried about it. In fact I kind of look forward to these things.
The forest sits next to a high mountain range which overlooks the valley which I stand in. I start walking, looking for some indication of what my mission is. I spend most my time in deep meditation on the energy of the universe trying to keep a tab on what is happening and opening myself up to any kind of activity which is going on and I can take a part in. I spend most my time with humans as they are entertaining. I hope deeply on the inside of my heart you people don’t take offense to that, but your lives make such drama to me. I’ve been a human before, but that was a long time ago, and I don’t remember that much of what I did, other than I used to fight a lot and died a lot too. I still fight a lot, but death, well, that isn’t such a problem anymore.
I walk guided by my inner self and travel an unmarked path as if being drawn by a magnet. I have no doubts as to where I am going or what I am doing. The wind picks up and the trees start to dance. I hear the click and clack of the branches as they sway and I get the first indication that I am near my intended goal. About a mile ahead of me through the trees the ground begins to raise and form a clearing. Upon the top of the clearing are several rows of skulls upon stakes which almost look like a wall of defenses.
The masters, they are good, but not stupid. They picked me, to do what I do, because I have a particular talent for erasing the undesirables of the world. When the opportunity arises they place me in circumstances which I can be most effective. They have so much knowledge and power that they can almost know what will happen for certain if they take any action. There is no such thing as wondering what will happen with them. So when they send me to do something it’s because they know I will act in a certain way and the results will be in a certain way. I just simply trust myself and that they know what they are doing and I trust that they never make me do something I am not ready for. At the same time, I find it important to understand everything I do is a lesson of some kind and I obviously have room for growth. Compared to some of the beings I have met or herd of; damn, I have room to grow.
I scan the rise and walk towards the wall of skulls. For a split second it crosses my mind to try and start thinking about what it is that could have made this and what would be the best way to proceed. I don’t think much about strategy some times, I just mostly work on instincts. There are additional wooden posts crudely placed with red and black pennants, a shack made out of wood and a stable.
The whole design and motif makes me start to think it’s some kind of Raksasa or one of their cousins. Raksasas are evil spirits who are quite dirty nasty and selfish. They are also very large and strong and have a particular skill with black arts. They used to have a kingdom on an island in the southern sea. They used to be more civilized also, more refined one can say, but their leader got too strong and too ruthless and he offended some powerful personalities and there kingdom was crushed. Since then they have kind of become savage living in forests and the dark places of the universe. A few who have some brains have managed to try and take control over planets by subversive means and infiltrate positions of authority. As a race they have the keenest interest on dark rituals the drinking of blood and eating of human flesh.
They are some what neutral in the battle between the masters and the demons. This neutrality is based on there own selfishness, since they think they are the most important things in the universe they don’t meddle in the affairs of either side. Unless they are extremely ambitious like the afore mentioned king. I was one time in a bad spot because of a love situation and one Racksasa chieftain managed to teleport me to his court. It was a dark cave with a raging fire in the middle. There was some sort of orgy or party going on with many of the participants playing on drums and long horns which almost reached there toes. The king was large covered in gold with pitch black skin and fire red hair. His ears were shaped like knife blades and curved almost to his eyebrows and his toothy grin went from ear to ear. He offered me quite a bit of services, spying, diseases, torture, ex. (Racksasas are expert in feeding on base emotions and trying to gain a profit from it) in exchange for me doing some favors in the future, which were to be specified later. I gave the whole mater about 3 seconds of thought and left.
I don’t think I was sent here to conduct any business with this thing; he must have been making trouble or done something to piss some person off. I notice my sword is already in my hand, by this point it’s almost something I do without thinking. As I begin to ascend the rise in the hill I see a figure out of the corner of my eye; a massive black rider. His mount is a pitch black equine monstrosity which dwarves any elephant. The large beast is bridled in gold with a bright spiked saddle whose points almost look small wings. Impaled on the spikes like game are at least 5 fresh human corpses who all look like warriors; must have been his trophies. The rider who was in proportion to his mount was a large and black being who could not be easily seen. He seemed to be unstable in nature; composed of shadow and smoke. Yet he also had a core which seemed about as solid as if he were made of steel. In his hand is a long black spear which he held at his side.
There is no time for words or thought, he charges his spear held above his head and I grip my sword. It’s my first option for fighting. I have a lot of weapons and there are a lot of ways to kill. I’ll put it this way; There are a lot of ways to travel, but people still walk for the pleasure of it, not the necessity but for the pleasure. I race towards him he lowers his spear and I leap into the air. I go above his spear and try and take his head off with a forward angled slash. My sword hits him and only rebounds, I end up smashing into his head and spinning around until I hit the ground hard. In the time it takes him to turn his horse around and face me I have used my power to summon my bow and have a glowing shaft drawn. I speed 5 shafts at him which all glow and hiss from the friction of the air. He makes a few gestures with his left hand and they spread in every direction except his.
Even my divine arsenal seems to have no effect on him, so I realize I need to get some more powerful weapons if I am to defeat him. I make a few gestures and teleport myself into his hut. As expected it’s full of various equipment for rituals and a large fire in the center, everything I will need to get what I want. I quickly summon a ritual fire and start making oblations to the lord of destruction. I say various mantras and using my hands form various anti-material and magical formulas; finally I throw some small gems and some other substances in the fire.
The fire blazes and the lord of destruction appears before me. His body is covered with ashes, wrapped in his long matted hair is a cobra and around his neck is a garland of skulls. This vision disappears and from out of the fire comes a large and glowing trident. This normally isn’t easy at all. To obtain the favor of such powerful gods is a rigorous process and the art of performing rituals is very refined and is almost impossible for humans to achieve but when you work for the gods they are always willing to lend a helping hand especially when you really need it. I grasp it for dear life and charge out the door.
The trident glowing in my hand with such an effulgence I can hardly see anything. The weapon practically takes over my body as I am almost dragged to the dark rider. I hurl the trident which speeds like a comet taking off the head of the horse and making a large hole in the chest of the rider causing him to stumble and fall dead. I return the trident to the fire and am given a gold tiger paw with silver claws in return.
Its like I always say the Gods are always willing to help you accomplish things when you ask them for it.
I awoke to the sound of thunder and the pale glow of lightning. I try and get a bearing on my surroundings, it’s a bit foggy and I sit in the middle of a forest. At first glance it looks like the earth to me, but on further inspection I seriously doubt it. Since I happen to know that place very well and where I am now cant be that place, unless it’s a higher dimension. It’s a bit hard to explain the particulars of everything, but you just don’t find trees like this on the earth.
What am I doing here? This is a good question and I suppose since you are reading this then you need an explanation. My name is, well I can’t disclose that right now, but you can know that I am a servant of the great masters of the light. I am a being of light myself, I do what it is that the masters wish and for the time being I happened to have woken up on a distant realm of existence for which purpose I can’t exactly say. This happens to me a lot so I am not so worried about it. In fact I kind of look forward to these things.
The forest sits next to a high mountain range which overlooks the valley which I stand in. I start walking, looking for some indication of what my mission is. I spend most my time in deep meditation on the energy of the universe trying to keep a tab on what is happening and opening myself up to any kind of activity which is going on and I can take a part in. I spend most my time with humans as they are entertaining. I hope deeply on the inside of my heart you people don’t take offense to that, but your lives make such drama to me. I’ve been a human before, but that was a long time ago, and I don’t remember that much of what I did, other than I used to fight a lot and died a lot too. I still fight a lot, but death, well, that isn’t such a problem anymore.
I walk guided by my inner self and travel an unmarked path as if being drawn by a magnet. I have no doubts as to where I am going or what I am doing. The wind picks up and the trees start to dance. I hear the click and clack of the branches as they sway and I get the first indication that I am near my intended goal. About a mile ahead of me through the trees the ground begins to raise and form a clearing. Upon the top of the clearing are several rows of skulls upon stakes which almost look like a wall of defenses.
The masters, they are good, but not stupid. They picked me, to do what I do, because I have a particular talent for erasing the undesirables of the world. When the opportunity arises they place me in circumstances which I can be most effective. They have so much knowledge and power that they can almost know what will happen for certain if they take any action. There is no such thing as wondering what will happen with them. So when they send me to do something it’s because they know I will act in a certain way and the results will be in a certain way. I just simply trust myself and that they know what they are doing and I trust that they never make me do something I am not ready for. At the same time, I find it important to understand everything I do is a lesson of some kind and I obviously have room for growth. Compared to some of the beings I have met or herd of; damn, I have room to grow.
I scan the rise and walk towards the wall of skulls. For a split second it crosses my mind to try and start thinking about what it is that could have made this and what would be the best way to proceed. I don’t think much about strategy some times, I just mostly work on instincts. There are additional wooden posts crudely placed with red and black pennants, a shack made out of wood and a stable.
The whole design and motif makes me start to think it’s some kind of Raksasa or one of their cousins. Raksasas are evil spirits who are quite dirty nasty and selfish. They are also very large and strong and have a particular skill with black arts. They used to have a kingdom on an island in the southern sea. They used to be more civilized also, more refined one can say, but their leader got too strong and too ruthless and he offended some powerful personalities and there kingdom was crushed. Since then they have kind of become savage living in forests and the dark places of the universe. A few who have some brains have managed to try and take control over planets by subversive means and infiltrate positions of authority. As a race they have the keenest interest on dark rituals the drinking of blood and eating of human flesh.
They are some what neutral in the battle between the masters and the demons. This neutrality is based on there own selfishness, since they think they are the most important things in the universe they don’t meddle in the affairs of either side. Unless they are extremely ambitious like the afore mentioned king. I was one time in a bad spot because of a love situation and one Racksasa chieftain managed to teleport me to his court. It was a dark cave with a raging fire in the middle. There was some sort of orgy or party going on with many of the participants playing on drums and long horns which almost reached there toes. The king was large covered in gold with pitch black skin and fire red hair. His ears were shaped like knife blades and curved almost to his eyebrows and his toothy grin went from ear to ear. He offered me quite a bit of services, spying, diseases, torture, ex. (Racksasas are expert in feeding on base emotions and trying to gain a profit from it) in exchange for me doing some favors in the future, which were to be specified later. I gave the whole mater about 3 seconds of thought and left.
I don’t think I was sent here to conduct any business with this thing; he must have been making trouble or done something to piss some person off. I notice my sword is already in my hand, by this point it’s almost something I do without thinking. As I begin to ascend the rise in the hill I see a figure out of the corner of my eye; a massive black rider. His mount is a pitch black equine monstrosity which dwarves any elephant. The large beast is bridled in gold with a bright spiked saddle whose points almost look small wings. Impaled on the spikes like game are at least 5 fresh human corpses who all look like warriors; must have been his trophies. The rider who was in proportion to his mount was a large and black being who could not be easily seen. He seemed to be unstable in nature; composed of shadow and smoke. Yet he also had a core which seemed about as solid as if he were made of steel. In his hand is a long black spear which he held at his side.
There is no time for words or thought, he charges his spear held above his head and I grip my sword. It’s my first option for fighting. I have a lot of weapons and there are a lot of ways to kill. I’ll put it this way; There are a lot of ways to travel, but people still walk for the pleasure of it, not the necessity but for the pleasure. I race towards him he lowers his spear and I leap into the air. I go above his spear and try and take his head off with a forward angled slash. My sword hits him and only rebounds, I end up smashing into his head and spinning around until I hit the ground hard. In the time it takes him to turn his horse around and face me I have used my power to summon my bow and have a glowing shaft drawn. I speed 5 shafts at him which all glow and hiss from the friction of the air. He makes a few gestures with his left hand and they spread in every direction except his.
Even my divine arsenal seems to have no effect on him, so I realize I need to get some more powerful weapons if I am to defeat him. I make a few gestures and teleport myself into his hut. As expected it’s full of various equipment for rituals and a large fire in the center, everything I will need to get what I want. I quickly summon a ritual fire and start making oblations to the lord of destruction. I say various mantras and using my hands form various anti-material and magical formulas; finally I throw some small gems and some other substances in the fire.
The fire blazes and the lord of destruction appears before me. His body is covered with ashes, wrapped in his long matted hair is a cobra and around his neck is a garland of skulls. This vision disappears and from out of the fire comes a large and glowing trident. This normally isn’t easy at all. To obtain the favor of such powerful gods is a rigorous process and the art of performing rituals is very refined and is almost impossible for humans to achieve but when you work for the gods they are always willing to lend a helping hand especially when you really need it. I grasp it for dear life and charge out the door.
The trident glowing in my hand with such an effulgence I can hardly see anything. The weapon practically takes over my body as I am almost dragged to the dark rider. I hurl the trident which speeds like a comet taking off the head of the horse and making a large hole in the chest of the rider causing him to stumble and fall dead. I return the trident to the fire and am given a gold tiger paw with silver claws in return.
Its like I always say the Gods are always willing to help you accomplish things when you ask them for it.
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