Role

Chapter 3

Smash! A mighty iron hammer landed straight down on the creatures head, stunning
it temporarily. The large black, acrid smelling creature shook the blow off quickly
and tore into the massive barbarian with its talons. Blood erupted from the belly
of the warrior, and he doubled over to the ground. The demon seized upon the
barbarian once more, slicing at its neck. The barbarian fell limp, dead. The demon
continued along with hundreds of other demons, fighting what looked like human
barbarians. Each of the barbarians were huge, much larger than Mizakohei. These
demons appeared to be winning in the battle, as they leaped, clawed, and gouged at
the humans. Victory on the battlefield soon belonged to the demon creatures, and
they howled in a great fury.

Coming from the sky, surrounded by a large black halo, a terrible looking being
stepped forth before the demon creatures. With a wave of his hand, the demons
discontinued their roar, and their silence brought forth the sound of agony and
pain from the fallen warriors. The dark figure grinned evily, as though he were
pleased with the smell of Death in the air. He began to speak, but Mizo could
not understand a single word. He could not even hear the voice..Everything went
silent for a moment. Then in a flash of brilliant white light, which seemed
almost blinding to Mizo, the vision was gone as quickly as it came.

Blinking his eyes momentarily, Mizakohei slowly stood to his feet, trying to collect
his thoughts. He wondered for a moment where he was, or where he had been. As
soon as the flash of light left his eyes, Mizo stood before amass of dead. What had
he done? The many bodies of young faerie scouts, and hunters were before him.
Looking down at his blood-stained hammer, Mizo began to grin. His grin quickly
turned into an outburst of laughing. Was he pleased? Or was the laughter coming
forth from anxiety, or perhaps even fear? No, it was definately not fear, Mizo
agreed to himself.

It was a revelation, a path that Mizakohei must follow. The path is still very
unclear to Mizo. He has learned much of himself in this past vision. He knew
the chaos in which death brought was satisfactory to his heart. It is in this
very chaos that Mizo feels so comfortable with, a feeling of power. Yes, he
knows he will indeed harness great power someday. Mizo is only left with wonder
as he tries vainly to discern who the dark figure was.