You could hear the beats of the oncoming shadow. The way the humans marched in perfect syncronization caused not only the earth to rumble, but to create a noise greater than a lightning bolt strike. If even one man in this invading army had a slight recognisable face, it was covered with a dark hood. These men were corrupted by the greatest evil, and there was nothing left for them but war and death to their master's bidding.
"Hmm..." spoke a shadowed figure standing on a small hill. "There they are."
Within the shadowed man's view was the army now, quite a distance away, yet still noticable due to the large population of men.
Suddenly, Dawn broke and the Shadowed man was greeted with the first stream of sunlight. His features began to become more enticed with color. His hair, shoulder length white with a slight glow to it. His eyes bore the gray. He was averaged height and fit as a warrior. He held a common sword in his right. He also wore a simple cotton shirt as well as blue fit leggings.
"They stopped moving? Why?" spoke this man to himself. As he finished his sentence he realized what was going on. They were headed towards the Capitol.
As quick as a cheetah, the man suddenly burst into action, dodging rocks, trees, and any other stationery object in his way. He knew he had to make it to the Capitol before they did, or the Kingdom would be lost.
The trees appeared more rapidly than before as he entered a forest. The appearance of these trees seemed not to bother him, seeming as if he knew where to go.
The man begins to slow down until he grinds to a halt. He begins to sniff the air and listen around him.
"I know you are here. I do not have time for this." The man shouted.
"Sure you do, after all, you are invincible" chucked a feminine voice from within the trees.
"Perhaps I am, but the people are not, they need me." The man spoke out
A lion appears through the trees and approaches the man. "But Tigira, why do you want them? What do they do for you?"
"Shut up. My name is Dreminal now." He shouted back angerly.
The lion quickly strikes at Dreminal in the hip, causing a hash mark at his clouthing and skin. Blood begins to pour out and onto the cloth. Then it just stops.
"How does it feel to be cursed? To live when no one else can?" The lion taunted him.
Dreminal drew his sword out and rapidl swiped at the lion. It would have made a direct hit, if the lion didn't fade away.
"That's not nice, Dreminal." Chuckled the female voice.
Dreminal ignores her rants and continues through the forest. He notices that he is almost out of the forest and makes a slight sigh of releif. He is almost there.
His skin nearly rips itself apart from this noice. There are two problems with that noice.
One: The Army has started his move again. Two: The group is only a few meters away from him.
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