Spectral Claws: Ancient Recurring

A Torn Page-Surge of the Terroters(Collection Of Faudian) Part 1

There was a sign once deep etched within broken and shattered tombs encompassed inside false pathways that lure treasurers to something they think they would find here to be precious.

All that was precious to them in all the pressure they had coming into the deep and strange paths of the lands away from Glendin were left for a reason. Upon touching such inhabited places was where the hunters and seekers were being pulled to pay their price for greed and pleasure.

Whatever there was it wasn't a place to be sought for anything they need to use as valuable. There was one peaceful stroller that met his ways through this path and was intrigued to learn more about such ways.

He visited the lands away and through his legend upon what he saw and what he fight he spread the knowledge of darkness that it held in itself...

A nightmarish world deeply hidden away from the grasp of every other creature was truly something beyond extraordinary but not enough so one would lose his life. The treasures do exist beyond the hell it holds but what can be done if the devil has already set foot before you did.

Whatever and however the place had been corrupting people and creatures to get there, this person, this wanderer had set foot and seen everything fought and come out safely as the legend says. He then came to the people of Glendin one-armed and as a warrior after months having a golden amulet in his hand with a symbol that looks like the modern Ohm but it seemed to have represented some form of a spirit that was worshipped by something in there.

People across the other glendinian city had used this symbol for war while we used it for nothing and preserved it.

He had then visited the king and upon visiting shocking everyone with his return and then with his stories as he sat down in an event that was thoroughly made for such a brave soldier and a villager who became a warrior, he had the greatest feast before sitting down to tell his violent tale.

As he began all eyed his armor and vigor that has changed completely over time and saw how he moved then they listened to a voice that seemed to mark pride amongst his own villagers and our king. I was also there listening... Faudian set all this information apart and I collected it.

He sighed and looked at the bright sun and back at the people with a worried look as he then began to the first few words out of his mouth," Women and children, you might have to go back to the huts, it's not for everyone to know, the knowledge and the place are forbidden even for people like me but I came across it and I cannot keep the nightmares within myself." His lips moved in such a way his eyes were so stiff and daunting every person sitting there, his body was almost dead seeing how stiff he seemed and the girls and boys had gone back to their villages upon their parents saying and so did a few women. The people of Glendin sat down and listened to this man who had seen madness in its true form.

On a cold night where the moon even shied away to see the horrifying lands of the lands away had only gotten seen by a walker passing the cold streets on a winter month. His lamb had run off into the woods deep within the darkness of the lands away and it wasn't a place at first glance that would attract but the calm man had gone inside anyway. Upon entry, there was this subtle atmosphere almost whispering the word raahh as he slowly set one foot at a time his mind alarming in every way to set foot away from this place like souls in there, the branches and the trees hinting him to be away.

He was worried but the lamb was the last thing he had so by sighing and letting go of his fear he had set his eyes straight and using its odor went deep into the forest to find it. There were many veils of mist around him...almost moving in an orderly pattern like a person, and it separated into various places. It was more like the term used today, psychedelic to have this knowledge at the side of my head.

His veins were almost popping as he tightened his body going in and in and finally reaching the very depth of this secret place. He knew what he had done, all the forest he had seen and come across things that he never thought he saw, refusing to believe so he closed his eyes till he came here. But the sound got creepier as he was standing next to a very narrow maze and something behind him breathing and gasping violently, saying the word again, "Raaaahhh..." it shook him but he managed to walk past whatever there was without looking behind and rushing through the maze.

He was almost fainting holding all the fear in and crossing hell while the devil watches his every move. Somehow he seemed like the light of hope, a presence of peace and greater spirit making him move past all this and this, this they did not like. They as in whomever the creatures were in this place.

He knew he heard screeches and scratches as he moved through the maze and he somehow managed to take the right paths and still come across something that he didn't want to tell out, but it was an elderly woman who was suffering from an ailment at first glance.

He went near her as he wanted to help her and stop her screeches and at the sudden touch of his hand on her shoulder, she laughed...plainly and coldly as something else was inside of her. This wasn't an old woman anymore, it was something else. He fell down defeated by fear and protectiveness of his own life and crawled back on the floor away from her as he unfortunately now set route to her soul as he locked eyes with this creature.

It turned to him and glanced upon which her eyes go dark and frenzy, skin paler and white as ever and teeth gnarling out of her mouth and claws out of her feet and hands. The woman had turned into a terrifying beast and the transformation was too sick to describe. The nasty creature still seemed weak enough to stay at one side, walking slowly through breathing heavily, he felt a lot safer as he stood up and took a detailed glance at her.

He then saw some human features only to realize...that it was a villager perhaps from our village and had turned into something like this upon another human's touch. The place had made these people this way as it attracts them for the wealth that is hidden beyond all these trials and somehow this old lady however she came here she had turned into that by being corrupted by something.

He had closed his eyes but he could smell her odor and the sound of her beastly whispers as she was getting close he noticed and refused to scream in fear while his mind was screaming at all sides to run, his heart kept him stiff and completely under this beast. The thing tried to claw him and he screamed but then he saw as he opened his eyes there was nothing above him but the knife in his hand that he had brought just in case the lamb comes across a predator, not a predator that would feast on himself though. He had known some kind of a good spirit still helped him and he knew he had come to the end of the maze.

He then saw something he never wanted to see and this really changed everything for what he thought of the world and nature, every cause he fought for, every hope and love he had. Children, women but just a few men crying and turning into beasts just upon glancing at him. It was a long way to the castle of whatever there was, of all the bad things it held only for the good things it hid and this was the cost.

An entire village's soul ripped off from right within and this wasn't something anyone needed for just treasure-seeking, not this near to the lands of peace, not this near to his village. The trees and plants seemed fine but these humans, upon pleasure and greed only fooled into this just to be consumed into the world's madness and taking its shape. He called them Terroters as they terrorized those who crossed paths here.

He decided just right there to call within the beast that he didn't want to be and just like that without any knowledge of fighting he went through all the 20 creatures his way and took down every one of them while weeping.

He covered himself in the war remains and kept weeping amidst the place where he fought. He never stabbed as he couldn't only knock down with brute force his blunt knife that had lost sharpness only upon killing that old lady.

He did not like even one bit of any of this and blamed it all on the thing that made these people this way. He found a sword on the floor, shiny and sharp perhaps one of the warriors that had turned or taken down had this. He took it and almost felt his soul react to it and connect with it as though this was his fate, this was his way and he wanted to take it. He wanted to find the person who was responsible and take this thing down once and for all, he wanted to question even if it was nature and ask it why all this and perhaps if anything stands in its way...take it down..