Sentinels: Forsaken Knight
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The voice didn’t have time to answer as the images of Stragus, the falling from the temple, and Eisenzahn whisking her away came back to her. She then realized that the voice she was hearing wasn’t Glenn’s at all, but Alistair.
She tried to get back on her feet again, this time pushing through the dizziness and shaking the ringing out of her ears. When she opened her eyes, her vision remained blurry, but it was recovering quickly. Alistair rested on the ground beside her next to a pile of clothes and the belt her hand graced before, with two other swords attached to it. She knelt down to pick up the sentient sword and slid it back inside its sheath on her hip.
“Alistair, what happened? Where are Glenn and Amadi?” she asked.
“I do not know, Master, but I am relieved that you have awakened,” the sword replied.
Anye looked around at her surroundings to try and figure out where exactly she was. She quickly recognized the room in the tower that had been built in the Sun’s Bed where she claimed Alistair as her own. It then clicked that the clothes, belt, and swords were hers. The heat of the sun beating down in the room was intense, indicating that it was probably about mid-day there.
“How did we get back here?” Anye wondered.
“The great dragon, Eisenzahn, used his draconic power to save you from your predicament,” Alistair explained. “Unfortunately, your companions did not arrive here with us, nor did your ancestors.”
“What happened to them?”
“The dragon stayed behind to catch them as they fell,” the sword told her. “Beyond that, I cannot say.”
Anye was satisfied with the answers she had been given so far and remained silent as the memories flashed through her mind. She walked down the stairs of the tower to the entrance and back outside into the desert mountain’s sun. The shattered remains of the stone demons were still piled up where they had been standing, but Anye was alone.
“Well this is wonderful…” she sarcastically said to herself. “How am I supposed to get back?”
“There are ways…” Alistair said to her. “…if you know where to look. Search for the Albana. They will show you the way.”
Anye was perplexed by the riddle the sword spoke in, but was distracted by something she saw off in the distance and didn’t comment. To the east was the island Tao Long ruled and called his home, but what accompanied it froze her with terror. In the sky, flying above the Western Isles was a massive black swarm. It was too far of a distance to see what the swarm was, but the sound it gave off was chilling. It reminded her of a savage, animalistic shriek similar to dragons, but much more sinister. The echoing of their cries rang out over the mountains, telling her what was happening. Stragus had rebuilt his foul army and was continuing the war he had started centuries past.
Anye shook the fear away and found her determination again. She had been framed, forced to flee her home, prove her worth, and become the inheritor of a legendary weapon. During the course of the past month she had been beaten, bruised, cut, and placed near death, but she had also pushed herself beyond her limits and overcome any obstacle placed in her way. Being trapped on an island was just another obstacle.
“Well, I’d better start looking, shouldn’t I?”