Twofaced Seizure

[Zaradon]

*On the meeting within the cave of Wind, an Archer prepares his sharp ammo for upcoming warfare and glory.
The group, calling itself the Cult, mongers of war. Giving birth to the netherlife which was always despised by none other than Gaea.
Mother of harmony, animals and peace itself. The followers of Gaea, Order of Nature have been alerted by Order of Law, for humble amount of Dennac's daemon's in the Wind cave.
The Army is marching towards the Cave, cleansing and purifying their path from the disease and plague which has been caused by the Cult - for decades.

During the same night, the Archer has been summoned by his followers of the Cult for an attendance of defending their glory, they wait for the bait.
He did not know, that the ancient figure had returned as a soul and empowered the ranged ammo for the Archer which made the archer clueless of why such odd colored arrows he had.
Didn't much take time for the Order of Law and Order of Nature to cleanse the path trough the heart of the destruction itself. They faced the Cult of Tekstone!

A battle broke off. They battled for hours, thirsty and hungry anxiously waiting for the end.
Once the Archer has lost the posession of his spears he took his last resources out of his stock, his bow along with his odd looking ammunition.

Men fell from the side of Cult, the Archer had to think fast and he picked his target, who was the priest of Order of Nature.
He tossed the rope of the bow, having this last arrow, which had this odd looking glow on its sharp edge. He released the rope and the arrow flew.
The arrow wouldn't miss, even if he would. The arrow was pushing for the follower of nature like a thirsty dog for the water.

During the battle, Zabren couldn't understand what happened and lost his sight for the situation as he got just hit by an arrow into his shoulder.
Falling off Adin, he started retreating by leaving his weapon behind as he got hit into the shoulder from the back. He couldn't run much as the arrow had an ancient poison.*


Few days passed ...

*Zabren, was getting his injury fixed. Walking around as normally, he was back in the purificating the forests as a follower of Gaea.*


One week passed ...

*His wound was perfectly healed, no mark was there since it looked like nothing ever happened to his shoulder.
Everything started from that day, since the same incident started bothering the priest.*

A month passed ...

*Every day after a month, after the battle incident he started to feel very uncomfortable within the main cities of Lord British. The guards were having a look from up towards Zabre as he'd done something terribly.
The priest had no clue ofcourse.*

One month and a half ...

*His hand shook the entire day, whilst he thought he was sleeping well at the night. He was figuring out that his body wasn't "pure"*

*On the same night when Zabren tried to catch some sleep, his hands shaking and all. He urged to keep this for secret as he thought it was just a longer type of fever, yet the result was just the opposite.
Once he fell asleep, his hands stopped shaking suddenly. Few moments after that his eyes opened and he stood up, but he was normal. His hands didn't shake he wasn't breathing heavily, yet he gets his weapon nearby and dress's up*

It's good to be back. *A deep tone, a bit psychic and vile, coming from Zabren as it would be another person. Nothing related to Gaea.*



To be continued...