Shadow Slave

Sunny had no choice but to resort to one last, desperate gamble.

He had no chance against the enemy in a direct confrontation, at least not without an advantage. Bloodbane poison was supposed to be his hidden card, but turned out to be nearly useless. Being able to see in the dark did not help that much, too: somehow, Hero was able to perceive their surroundings even without any light.

Whether he was using his sense of hearing or some magical ability, Sunny did not know — not that it mattered now that they had left the cave and were standing under the moonlit sky.

Now he had only one advantage left. The fact that he knew that the tyrant was blind, and Hero did not. Acting on that knowledge, however, was easier said than done.

But what else could he do?

That’s why he tried to stay as quiet as possible and rang the silver bell. If the description did not lie, its ringing could be heard from miles away. Surely, the tyrant was going to hear it, too.

Now Sunny only had to stay silent, stall for time and hope that the monster would come. As he did so, Hero’s bewilderment slowly turned into anger.

“Tell me right now or you will regret it.”

His voice was quite threatening, but still, the young slave did not answer. He just shivered in the cold and tried not to moan despite the pulsing pain in his chest.

“Why are you not answering?”

But Sunny did not dare to answer. He held his breath and watched, horrified, as the familiar colossal figure appeared behind Hero. His lungs were on fire, and his heart was beating like crazy. It was beating so loud that he was even afraid that the blind tyrant would hear it.

But, of course, it couldn’t be louder than Hero’s voice, who was still talking, turning himself into the only source of noise on this mountain.

At the last second, a hint of understanding appeared in the young soldier’s eyes. He began to turn around, his sword rising with lightning speed.

But it was too late.

A massive hand appeared from the darkness and caught him into an iron grip. The bone claws scraped against the armor, pulling it apart. Mountain King dragged Hero back, paying little attention to the sword biting into its wrist. Viscous saliva was streaming from its opened maw.

Petrified by fear, Sunny slowly turned his back to them and took a couple of steps up the old, winding path. Then he darted away, running as fast as he could.

Behind him, a desperate scream tore apart the silent night. Then a hungry roar followed. It seemed that Hero wasn’t going down without a fight, even though his fate was already sealed.

But Sunny didn’t care. He was running away, climbing higher and higher.

“I’m sorry, Hero,” he thought. “I did say that I will watch you die… but, as you know, I am a liar. So go and die on your own…”

***

A lonesome dark mountain stood tall against the raging winds.

the night sky

the mountain. However, his looks didn’t match the magnificence of the scene: wounded and

man looked

were torn and smeared with blood. His sunken eyes were cloudy and lifeless. His body was bruised, beaten and cut. There

left side of his chest. Each step caused him to moan,

was hurting all over. But most

So, so cold.

wanted to lie down in

he believed that the Nightmare will be over once he reaches

Step. Step. Another step.

he had made

flat rock was covered with snow. In the center of it, illuminated by moonlight, stood a magnificent temple. Its colossal columns and walls were cut from black marble, with exquisite reliefs decorating the stygian pediment and broad frieze. Beautiful and awesome, it looked like a

cracks marred the black stones, parts of the roof had collapsed, letting in ice and snow. It’s tall gates were broken, as if smashed into pieces by a hand of a

Still, Sunny was satisfied.

he said in a

slowly limped in the

strong and ruthless, and I was weak and timid. Yet now you are a corpse,

feeling the edges of his broken ribs cutting deeper into his lungs. Blood was dripping

had thousands of years to turn cruelty into an art. And as someone on the receiving end of all that

was getting closer

you never stood a chance… wait. What was I

There was only pain, the

just hypothermia. If you fall asleep,

them, not noticing thousands of bones that were scattered around. These bones once belonged to humans and monsters both. All of them were killed by the invisible guardians still lingering

life that was burning weakly in the defiler’s chest, but then stopped, sensing a faint, strangely familiar scent

he entered the

moonlight were falling through the holes in the partially collapsed roof. Deep shadows were surrounding these circles of

was cut from a single piece of black marble. It was the only thing inside the temple untouched by snow. Forgetting why he came here, Sunny

wanted

wide as a bed. Sunny climbed on it and lay

he was going

okay

direction of the temple’s entrance. He turned his head to look, not even a little bit curious. What he saw would have sent

looking at him with its five blind eyes. He was still massive, terrifying and revolting. Worm-like

and moved forward, slowly

an ugly bastard,’ Sunny thought and suddenly clutched his chest, convulsing in