68 Importance of a being

I have to forget, I have to leave those flashbacks away from my mind. They will corrupt me, corrupt the slave of god! If I will be alive, I will be the one to destroy all of the sinners. But for now, I have to sit in the cave, in this hole. And for the comfort of existing with everyone in the cave as a normal person. I will have to be the same as for the last week. Under a facade of 'Hayden' and not the Hayden I really am. The wind blowing throughout the cave, resonating in our minds. My deal with the devil for survival… God will be there even if I sinned once.

Sitting alone, awake, inside the cave. Everyone is just sleeping and here I am all alone sitting and watching the fire dance. But even in those times, I have to do something else. I may be the tool of a god, but a tool also must be mastered. I have to train more. I must become a master of the sword, spear, actually… Every single weapon art might be useful. There must be a way to master all of them so if I get my hands on the artifact, then it will be used to its full extent. At least that could make me the true tool of god. Only then will I accept my damned fate.

I left the cave, there is no way for improvement if there will be no training. I have to make something out of myself, perceive my goals, and the goals given to me by God, the goals given to me by… Life, fate, and destiny. A particular scent in the air, a smell I recognize, in fact, I know it very well. The smell of blood, the smell of fresh blood being poured on the ground and then merge into one with the soil. Just as pain and soul when one is being poured onto one another.

I ignored that fact, for now, looked straight at the tree in front of me with a stick in my hands, both hands, and looked at what I was about to do. Train against the dead tree, a thing that would not move. I can only imagine an arm or anything else just to make it more effective. When the strength of my imagination started slowly influencing the reality around me, the tree disappeared. Only a shell of a man, a white silhouette with just dark around it, the light emitting from that thing was so bright that I could see the monsters lingering for him. But unable to see those that are around me, or… I am one myself.

He made a swing, I dodge, one more, I dodged. He made a dumb pirouette but still good enough to make it harder to dodge, I jumped back but the turn was not just a spin. He changed the weapon into a spear, it smothered my face with the peak making a small scratch on my face. I fell to the dark and looked at the standing glow. The weapon molded into a bow, he slowly started tensing the string. He released it as soon as the string appeared under his chin. The arrow flew right by my face making another scratch. Once again the flow changed its shake into much longer than a regular spear, halberd. Instead of just a pike, there is also something resembling an axe on the left, the thing started running at me. It made a large just and swing from the right exactly in the middle of our distance. I can't jump back nor attack in time. I have to duck the attack.

I did just that, ducked the swing with so much power that my hair followed the swing as it passed by. I didn't have much time to attack but the duck put me in a different position and I was ready to thrust as he was still recovering from the swing. It was a futile struggle. He recovered perfectly in time to make a shield and block my attack. It made me lose my balance, another weapon, another swing, and another dodge once again. This time I was prepared for it and with the sword, I poked his waist, at least tried to poke because he dodged it in just the perfect time and delivered another turn with a short dagger to keep momentum. The dagger changed into a morningstar and hit me with it. The pike almost broke my ching and dislocated it but I was able to keep it in place. Somehow… What is that person anyway? Who is it?

It doesn't matter now. It can't matter, God will answer. His hand made another creation, two swords, he made a crouch spin on my legs, I jumped and with the flow of the jump tried to attack him with the 'sword' in my hands. The devil is trying to prepare me to get the weapon already? What a cunning fox. The white almost light once again changed into something little weird, like a chain with a dagger at its end. The chain wrapped itself around the sword and it flung away. The sheer strength of that being was enough to take it away. I only had fists now, just for now. The sword now being behind the being, it created a bow once again, a pull and shot. I dodged it to the left and advanced simultaneously. I looked at the thing with no eyes, they blended with the rest. The only contrast beside the dark was, of course, the white being.

It looked at me straight, I didn't see its eyes but it definitely looked at me. The weapon changed into a two handed sword. He jumped to me while making a large swing, a horizontal swing. I ducked once again, my legs started feeling numb. The pressure of jumping and ducking, dodging advancing in such fast sequences created a lot of stress on my body. The scary thing, the fall of physical prowess. It may cost my life, may cost all I have and all I want to become. But as long as God is here for me, watching its tool getting strong enough to harvest the souls of sinful.

My eyes became sharper, perception also a lot sharper. All of the things the being is doing seemed a little slower but still fast enough to make me struggle. I started running towards my sword, the silver gold with a golden guard. The being made different moves to stop me, arrows, chains all flying around me, even some explosions of white energy splattering around the field. Around the dark place lighting everything up. Dodging from the left to the right, I was able to avoid the pillars of white fire, explosions. I caught up to the sword, now able to do something more than just dodging and running. The white thing made more weird things, now wielding three weapons at the same time. A sword in one hand, a spear in the other held in the middle by one hand. And last, a bow flying behind his back. What can I do with that… I can't fight him…

No. I have to fight him. If I want to become the tool of the being I wish to admire. I have to do those things, overcome the fear of weakness. I ran at the glow, a swing from his side, the spear swung. The sword in his hand went into motion right after my duck and almost touched me but I hit its knee with the sword. Dirt was left on the knee and it jumped several meters back, two dozens at least. The two weapons now fly behind it's back and the sword as well. The bow now ready in the hands, it shot two arrows right up to the sky and they started falling from up there right at me. A large swarm of white strings in the dark infinite void flowing down on me like rain, the same moment, in the very same moment. He started shooting more arrows. Arrows from two horizons, from up like a swarm and on my head's height.

The moment became a lot slower, incredibly slower. Almost in the pace of a turtle, the same thing right now with me. I am also slow, almost not moving anymore. What do I do? What can I do now? I can't dodge, can't advance, can't go back. I can't lose it. But. I will just go, I won't fall victim to my own agonizing thoughts, to the sad past. I will fight for my life.

I started running, just running… Towards the door, the door being the white thing in front of me. Scary, but it's not going to kill me. I know what I want to do, I want to win. Then learn more from this thing, learn how to fight using the weapons. Now, the sword in my hand mimicked what it was doing, my weapon changed while keeping the same colors...