If we were all like Chau

Welcome back to another session of my Campfire Storytelling. Tonight is a cool, chilly night. Perfect for a little storytelling by the campfire. Let's continue our story from where we left off. As Alphy finished off the incantation, a miraculous blue light emerged from thin air, in the form of some sort of Elven writing which he had read from the fairy tales of his village. The writings floated around him while the emitting glow started growing brighter and brighter until finally, it a brilliant shine of light engulfed the entire chamber. Alphy suddenly started shaking uncontrollably and his body felt heavier and heavier. His vision grew blurry and his skin cold, very cold... "What is this madness? Why is this happening?" he thought to himself until he collasped.

Days flew by quickly, and he had finally woken up. He was back at the village, in his nice comfy bed. He looked around, thinking it was a dream, that is until he noticed his hand. Along with the ring he had found in the cave, a diabolical, pitch black tattoo had been engraved onto his arm. He shuddered uncontrollably. "You are destined." Things grew silent. He listened quietly again. "You are to be the bringer of war." Alphy looked around. Nobody was there. "Show yourself!" commanded Alphy. There was no answer however, and things grew silent again. He could not hear anything, even from the outside where the children usually play. He decided to go outside. Nobody was there.

"Maybe everyone's gathered at the village centre for some kind of festival." he thought to himself as the went to go check. Nobody was there. Horror struck his heart as he looked around the empty village. "What's happening?" he thought, "Why is everybody gone?" The sun hid itself as the clouds darkened, a slight shower of rain started falling from above. He then heard heavy footsteps and metal rustling from a distance, from both ends of the village. The thunder roared. "The time is drawing near, boy. The war has begun." the voice said again. His eyes widened. His body started to move on it's own, walking towards the Holy Temple of Prayers. He walked in, marching onwards slowly to the Heavens Archbane, said to be purified by a holy priest from what was once the Chaos Archbane. He picked up the blade, and proceeded forwards, towards the battlefield.