The garmets of the gloves laid heavily on the hilt of the sword. Discoloured by age, the blade was once a weapon that even knights would have used, being that of a Greatsword as it once was. With it having a short, cresent crossguard after the hilt, it could have hinted that it once was indeed a sword of massive strength, wielded by only the strongest of warriors. However, the rusted brown texture had faded its great craftmanship away. The upper half of the blade had broken from a fin tip to a shortened blade with jagged spikes at the top. The grip's leather had turned from brown to a burned charcoal colour, with most of the leather fading away, exposing itself the metal underneath, which showed the content of fine steel left untouched by age. Shortened, Rusted, and broken, the blade looked like no weapon for any warrior. Yet it laid in his hands.
His hands gripped onto the grip tightly. Sitting towards the light in front of him. His armor was burned, once was that of a proud knight. The craftsmanship showed that of the regions of Astora, with the Steel Plate Armor being covering the mail and leather underneath. However, the Black and Brown Smudges of the armor showed as if it was put to a flame. The right shoulder piece was missing, with the helmet having a dent on the left side by some club from long ago, Never put back in place. The Standard Astora Helm was Mostly covered by a Hood, which made the being even more covered in Darkness. However the fires made the armor gleam with Yellow and Orange, reflecting across the rest of the Stone room. with his Insigma withered, no hint of origin could be seen, as the Yellow and Black Insigma of the Creature that laid easily on his chest was covered by Grey and Brown Smudges of the Flame with the rest of the Armor. His shield, however, was barely rusted, with only hints of being affected by the Flame he stood by. However Age had taken a good chunk of it.
The Iron Round Shield was rusted at the edges, and the Iron metal is once was, had a leather grasp over the covering of the shield. On it, the loosely stuck leather on the shield had the Black and yellow insignia, which showed more so that the one on the burned knight. The Black Four Headed Serpent, with a Yellow Fierce Lion facing it. The Yellow Lion was biting one of the necks of the Snake, while the other two heads stuck their mouths on the Lions side, and the fourth glared at it with its teeth. The Shield rested easy on a rock, farther from the Fire than the Knight. As their was no other light in the room, the only light in the area was the Bonfire.
The Bonfire, which had a similar rusted sword, however the hilt was different, covering it from a cross-like way than a crescent cross-guard. even more so, the metal had twisted down to the Bones that it laid in, with most turned to ash. However the Fire Blazed High and fierce, and reached higher than the sitting knight. Beside it, a green, somewhat empty bottle laid beside the Flame, yet unaffected by such a flame. The Man in the armor glared at the flame... or at least what his helmet showed. The Hood that Darkened his Frame, and the helmet that protected his entire face, show no hints of anything. He stayed their, motionless, looking at the Flame. Alone, in the empty, cemented cylinder room, with only one way in and out, and the stone structure having debris laying all across the room. Even the Knight used such wreckage for his Homage.
Minutes had passed. Hours, days, weeks... it felt like months to him, although it could have been years. Just laying by the fire... looking at it with all intent. Time passed, but yet he stayed. The Structure had swayed form time to time by the outside, bricks and wood have collapsed and fallen. Yet he remained. The Door in front of him and the walls and flooring covering any outside perspective.
Then, the door opened. The being who entered closed it tightly, as the sounds of destruction could be heard from the outside. The being, as he closed the door, had a Spear at his hand, with a shield on his back, with a sharp dagger seathed on his belt. The man turned and saw what was inside.
He was in clothing of a soldier, wearing heavy leather and some points of steel and iron covering his body. On his right wrist embodied a red cloth around it. His helmet covered most of his head, excluding the face itself. It showed one cut eye, with blood dripping form his lips. The warrior had stab wounds all over his body. However, his faced showed the expression of fear, as his eyes were shot wide open, and his skin was ever so pale. As he turned and saw what was inside, he saw a body of a soldier by the flame, which was blistering upwards ever so high. Although staring at the room, a crushing sound behind him reminded him of the dangers from behind, and laid by the flame. Instantly, the flame blistered and the room was englufed with the queer flame. Instantly as it came, it faded away, and turned back to normal.
The sounds outside became quite, and the rustling of destruction behind was removed with silence. The danger seemed to have withered away. The warrior that sat by the flame now had his wounds seep back into him, with his cuts and jabs becoming scars, and him turning back into a normal fleshy color. Time had reset itself, and he was safe and secure. As he looked at the flame, he just started at it, with the eyes of fear still looking towards the twisted sword. As he stared at it, his eyes calmed. His expression changed from fear to a plain, stern face. He felt strong again physically and mentally. He was prepared to challenge the world once more... until he looked up from the flame.
He stared at the burned, broken knight that sat at the other end of the flame, with the makeshift shield and the rusted sword laying their, with burnt and bent marks all over the knight suit of armor. The warrior Stared at the burned being. After a while of staring, the Knight's Helm tilted up. The man jumped back from his sitting position. Startled, he had his spear ready to jab at the knight. Yet the Knight did not move. Within seconds, the shock left his system, and he put the end of the spear on the ground, using it as a walking stick. Walking towards the Knight, he saw the Broken being that laid their.
"Greetings, comrade. Why do you lay in such rubbish as so?"
the knight did not answer. He tilted his head away form the warrior and back to the flame. Staring intensely a it.
"Crestfallen, huh? Ah it figures. No Man would ever leave his things unclean as thee."
The knight did not answer, "Well, I know what to do with cravens such as ya. I stick them with a spear to save them from their nigh fate. is that what ya want?"
The sword's hilt had been tightly firmed on the palm even more, although the warrior did not notice. As the warrior lifted up his spear, The sword was brought an inch closer towards the knight.
"Well, say hi to the gods for me, I will probably see them soon anyways in this godforsaken place!"
As the spear was lifted forward to the knight, the knight lifted his sword to parry the spear away. Instantly, the rusted sword broke the metal tip of the spear off, and wood and the spear head flew away. Instantly the flame withered away. Without realization, the Warrior was shocked. Instantly, he Pulled out his Small Buckler and the Dagger in his arms. A grasp of war came over his face, ready to jump the Knight once more. As the Knight slowly stood up, he used the sword with his right hand. As he was halfway from standing, he used his other hand to grab the Sword that laid at the Bonfire. Instantly, the flame had begin to somewhat glow on the sword. Holding a Broken Sword and the Twisted One, the Warrior Held a Buckler and a Dagger. Suddenly, he left unmatched. As the warrior charged at the broken knight, he charged with his shield up, and his dagger under it, ready to jab the Knight at the lower end. As the shield was near close to the knight, he bashed the shield with his head, which in turn staggered the Warrior. The dagger hand was still clenthed tight, and had jabbed itself in the metal steel, being held deep and unmoveable. As the Warrior tried to take it out, the Knight used the Broken Sword to remove the hand of the Warrior, in which case half of it still was connected due to the rusted end. Nonetheless, the Warrior Screamed in Agony, as he fell to the ground.
As he still held the buckler with his other hand, the Knight slowly walked towards the warrior. With a hand holding a blade, he sheathed the broken sword into the Sheathe that was on the knights back, and took out the dagger with his new hand.
"Please... show mercy..."
As he meet a wall after crawling away, he could only use his feet and shield to block the endless blows of the twisted sword. As each blow the shield took, the Warriors living hand could feel the strong heat touch his knuckles, and he was tempted to let go, if not for the Sword being his soon lifetaker. Blow after Blow, the Warrior shrunk deep into the ground. his knuckles skin broke, and he feel the pain and itchiness of his knuckles from the irritation from the sword of the Bonfire. After about the 20th blow to the shield, the Warrior let go. The Bones of the Knuckles showed, as they were barely bleeding from the gaps from it. The warrior showed a face of fear in his face.
"Please... I don't want to die! Please!"
The Knight put the sword and dagger hanging from hsi waists. The burnt and twisted helm, which was ever so darkened by the hood and the lack of the flame, showed the deathly quality of the Knight. The Glow of the steel was no more, with it being replaced by the dark aura that filled the room. The ashed and burnt areas of the armor showed well on his armor. He looked deathly, as if the dead was here to take him away. The warrior knew it was the end of him. As the Warrior was bloodied, with a half hanging hand, with the other missing flesh from irritation, he was crippled to fight. As the knight lifted the dagger high, the Warrior flinched and closed his eyes, in fear of death. Seconds passed, and the sound of metal and rock could be heard colliding. The warrior, still struck with fear, opened his eyes. The Knight still stood with the sword in his hand, but the dagger was gone. As he stared at the Knight with fear, the Knight turned around and walked to the Bonfire. As he thrusted the Twisted Sword into the Bonfire, it was lit once more, filling the room with heat and warmth. before he fell to eh floor, he unsheathed the Rusted Sword, and put it in front of him. As he kneeled and sat by the Bonfire once more, he was in the same seated position as once before.
The warrior was shocked with mercy. The Knight, like a still picture, had went back to the place it was at before. The only thing that stuck out loose was himself. As he looked around the room, he could see the bent shield he had once used to protect the blows of the knight. The broken staff of the spear, with wooden chips and the spear head hidden behind fallen bricks. And the Dagger, the weapon he thought was to be his death, was laying on the ground, right beside the floor. As he looked back at the knight, he was where he saw him the first time. Without hesitation, despite the injuries he had, he picked up his bent shield and put it away, and picked up his dagger, leaving past the door. With courtesy, he closed the Door.
Such is the way of the guardian.