Chapter 5

Chadwick fumbled for his sword, on the moss covered ground, when the tips of his leather covered boots hit something. 'Chink' he heard as he carefully reached and picked up his trusty longsword. A Knight is naught without his sword. 'I must be close' he thought, knowing that the demon had been sent to scare him off or destroy him completely. Now, the dew chilled every step he took, soaking into his trousers and matting his dark hair to his scalp. He noticed how quiet the woods appeared. He would take nothing for what it seemed, but he would look inside for what it was.

Tension had increased within him and the feeling of uneasiness took over. The mysterious amethyst-diamond necklace hung around his neck. Now it glowed an eerie purple. He walked past a row of trees and instantly the rising sun seemed to dim, and almost disappear. He walked cautiously with every step he made, as his eyes adjusted to the new surroundings. Never had he seen a place such as this valley!

This ground he walked upon was dead. Trees lay toppled over and the ground was moist with growing fungus. This must be Mysteria Valley, he thought. It was a place of Death. The scent of decay hung in the air like a billowing cloud that followed his every step. Sending bile into his throat; he tried not to gag on the atrocious odor. He gave a silent prayer that Devon was strong enough to keep his energy field around him, and never let his guard down. As each step became familiar to him, it became more important for him to find the Dungeon. As he carefully stumbled through the woods, he glimpsed black and grey wall surrounding a castle. "Avendelin's Castle" he whispered to no one in particular.