I was happy. That’s all there is to it. I was simply and positively happy. Happy because I was getting married tomorrow. The aqua eyes that greet me in the morning. Her gentle and soft voice. Careful touch too. Boy, Alesha was a wonderful woman. “Sir. James, you are one lucky man.” I said to myself. Everything was good, and I was happy. But that didn’t last for long.

I woke up in a wheat field. I don’t remember why or how I even got there. I could just feel the gentle and calm breeze against my black and thick hair. But something was wrong. Something evil was floating in the air. I rushed to my hut that I lived in. Swiftly speeding through the wheat field, I noticed something on the ground. Blood. Running as fast as I can with my heavy axe on my back. Struck with fright I stood there seeing Alesha dead. She was pouring blood from her stomach. I shall never forget the look on her face. After mourning for a while, I saw footprints in the dirt. This led to the edge of the forest surrounding our little hut. We rarely went in that part of the forest. It was said that all who enter never come back. But I was blinded by rage. I stomped through not noticing the graves left by other people. Trudging through the path, I felt a cold spot. I thought I could hear the faintest sound of scratching.  That scratching formed into a moan. The moan was then later a faint sentence. “I- I- I- know”.

“Know what?” I responded. A louder more clear voice said “I Know your se-cret”.  Now at this, I responded with a reaction of fear and grabbed my fierce battle axe. “A stick with some stone and held together with string” my mother would say. But if you ask me, its shape makes it swing faster than a sword; it is also durable. But I had no time to witness the beauty of my weapon while grabbing for it. I had to focus. No response came besides some trees swaying in the breeze. Still holding my axe I kept walking. I came to a clearing in the woods. In the middle was a black cauldron with green fog spewing out in the moonlight. I realized that I had been walking all day. I walked up to the cauldron with questions popping in my head. Why is this here? Who put it here? What is this substance for? When I came up to it, the liquid was clear despite the fog. Then I saw my face. My black hair. My golden brown eyes. Short curved nose. While I was caught in a gaze staring at my face, a hand emerged from the cauldron and grasped my arm. I was locked on. The hand had a death- grip on me. The arm of the hand then pulled itself up, and a face and a body emerged from the cauldron. I was frozen. For the face I saw belonged to somebody else. Somebody dead.

“I KNOW YOUR SEE-CRET” said Alesha in a withered voice. She looked like Alesha, but she was dirty all over, and her eyes were a clear, sunken yellow instead of beautiful aqua. Trying to grasp of what was going on I stood there dumbfounded. Then she rushed me. She grabbed on to my metal armor. She said “YOU… YOU KI-LLED ME!!” That’s when I could see her teeth. Like they had been decaying of a thousand years. But her saying that I killed her made me second guess myself. Had I done it? Had I been hiding the truth from myself? Am I….. evil? Then she jerked me into the storming pot and I fell in.

Death danger darkness and dare,
Don’t get caught in the snare,
What a happy life you’ve had,
Just to fall apart and you be sad.
This is a time, that you better hide,
‘Cause they are coming in from every side,
I will change you weaponry,
For I know your destiny,
Death danger darkness and dare,
Don’t get caught in the snare.

In the cauldron, my weapon was morphing into something else. I tried grabbing it but it was out of my reach. I was also loosing oxygen. I tried to grab my shifting object, but my attempts were useless. Then I tried, one more time and grasped my hand around my “new” weapon. I thought of her, and climbed myself out. It was her- accept there were many. I couldn’t explain it. But there were “clones” of Alesha. They were surrounding him chanting “YOU KILLED ME!!” They were eating me alive with their words. Attacking me from the inside out.  Then I looked at my new weapon. It was now a wand. Pearl in the tip and a wood hold. I could feel the power. Yet I didn’t know how to use it. Then I felt weak. Not strong. Ignorant. Ignorant because of the stupid rookie mistakes I have made. My emotions were wrecked. I was lost.

A surge of power swept through me and a ball of plasma surrounded me. It saved me from the Alesha- monsters. And he was happy. Happy because that light was true pure and honest. Happy, because that light was her, Alesha. The real one. Not a clone. And he projected her through that wand. Her ghost was powerful. Light and strong. And the “fakes” were melted down into the ground. And Alesha just disappeared. She understood that I didn’t kill her. I was sad, but I was glad that she was in a better place. Love everlasting. And I sat there. Seeing the clouds in the beautiful aqua sky. And I might have shed a tear. Of joy. And I was happy. That’s all there is to it. Simply, and positively happy.

There was a shake in the ground. Thump, thump, thump. The ground was crying out. Underground, the dark lord was angry. His army, his servants, his slaves and more had failed him. They couldn’t handle a little mortal. A simple, little mortal. The dark lord did not like his fate. If he can’t kill Sir. James within a month, his fate would come. Playing with his emotions won’t work. He wonders if he could gain the foolish mortal’s trust, he can kill him…