The driftwoods were no ordinary place. Anyone could tell him that- if anyone else ever existed.
The man awoke with a sudden jerk in the head- a voice, so menacing and loud- had infiltrated his dreams. His eyes were forced open. Blinded by the bright line that shone from the sun, he squinted them again, hoping to fall asleep.
The Arc's were never like you....you are...different.The man turned his head to rest it against the hard, solid ground. It was smooth and white- marble? Was it marble? But the white faded into greyness and a smooth layer turned into a thick, rough layer.
He shifted himself again, htis time looking back up. Overheading him- three stone statues- carved so perfectly, they even looked like people domineered over him. There was a fourth- but it had been shattered into pieces- only its roots remained.
Will you wake up...and except this destiny?"Who are you?" The man's voice trailed off. He was alone- no other living soul was around.
The man lay in the centre of the ruins, about 3 metres in diameter, and afterthat came tall, dark grass. Lots of it.
I am your soul. I am the being that gave you life."And so you say." The man frowned. He got up and stood tall. His clothes- a grey poncho that looked seemingly like a cloak, and a green shirt- a desgin embedded- and long pants. He wore boots- they were wearing off. He looked like hunter in the olden times- he didn't even know what year it was.
I gave you something...and now...it is your turn to give something in return."Oh yeah?" The man frowned, looking across the dark forests that surrounded him. "What's that?"
I gave you life, legna'eht...and you must bring death."Legna'eth..." The man whispered.
Yes...a name of the exalted lords from the time before...a name that belongs, now, to you."My...my name?"The man shook in uncertainty
A name that will cause fear to stir in the hearts of the other intamate creatures that roam the earth."And...who are you?" Legna'eth said, looking up into the eyes of one of the statues.
I am known as the drol'ekafeth by the ancients...natas, in another foreign tongue... and I am... the one who owns you.-Written by Jeremy
