Chapter 2: Choosing Your Start
Garrett felt his surrounding changing as he kept his eyes close. The surrounding felt like he was in some sort of hole and he was falling down it. He tried opening them but there was some kind of force that kept them shut and he couldn't do anything about it.
So as he continue to fall down, he tried moving his arm, legs, and head. But was to no avail, he was like a stone statue falling down, couldn't move, speak or see.
After what seem like a eternity, he finally felt something solid under his feet and the force that was keeping his eyes shut,disappear. Moments later his eyelids started to twitch and tremble until they slowly started to open. When he finally regain his vision, he took a look at his surroundings. He saw that he was in some sort of cave, the walls were rough reddish ,very old looking. The color of the walls were blood red, with warm refresh red liquid that was flowing down the sides of the walls.
The ground was made of gravel that had a black color to it, with also the same red liquid that flowed from the sides of the cave. The red liquid made lines that were in some sort of pattern on the ground.
Finally he look what was in front of him; he saw that there were small pillars. There were about what seems hundreds and hundreds of pillars that stretched for god knows how long and one couldn't tell tell where the end was. The pillars were about 1.2192 meters tall, with patterns and letters to each sides of them.
On top of each pillar there were different kinds of weapons and a lot of variations of a specific type of weapon. There were swords, spears, bows, hammers, knifes, staff, chains, gualet, dolls, sticks that looked like wands, scythes and many other with different variations of each except there were no type or variations of any guns or weapon that is to much technological.
Garrett stood there, trying to think what was happening even though it hurted. He had though he finally was going to die and be sent to hell or the underworld. But instead he appeared here after being chain and drag into a portal that was made from shadows.
When falling down the portal he couldn't open his eyes or move and now he appeared here, in some sort of cave with endless pillars with weapons on top of them.
He was surprise at what was happening but wasn't over reacting that much because he was to weak to think much about it. He had a very weak body from not eating any nurtrains or protein food, only garbage food. His body was very skinny and it was very difficult for him to walk or run that much.
The cave wasn't warm but it wasn't freezing either. But he was still shivering from the freezing cold he was experiencing before being pull down into the cave, his conditions wasn't very good. For his clothes, they were all rags he found in the dumpster or giving by other homeless people he had interacted before.
What he had on was a stain white shirt that wasn't very white any more, black ripped pants. A sort of black cloak draped over him but it had holes and wrinkles all over it. Luckily he had some pair of shoes that were old but not will with holes or falling apart.
After thinking all about it, he finally decided not to think that much about it and just to figure out what he was supposed to do. When he stop shivering and didn't feel cold anymore, he felt his skin become hot, burning and making him feel a great deal of pain.
He felt that to get out of this place he had to pick a weapon from one of the piller if he wanted to get out of the cave. So he started to walk to the pillar closes to him which happened to have a golden spear that was shining; it had a sharp tip, a smooth surface of the shaft and had some kind of cloft around the bottom of it. He stared at it for a while, and started to remember something a homeless man once said to him about his name. The homeless man said that the name Garrett, in english means, "rule by spears" the man knew this because he used to be a english teacher but got fired, and many more things happened until he became homeless.
Staring at the spear a bit more, he looked way, to see other weapons and started walking to the next weapon. He didn't really feel anything special or any sort of calling with the spear and didn't pick just because he had a name that ment that he was rule by spears. In fact, he hated his name, and wanted to change it everyday but couldn't come up with any name that fitted him or he liked. The only reason why he was called Garrett was because it was the name given to him by the director of the orphanage that took him as a baby and gave him the name Garrett.
The next weapon was what you call a bolder smasher hammer, meaning that the hammer was enormous and weighted a ton or more. The handle of the hammer was also golden like the spear and kinda long but not that long as the spear. The top of it had a black spike that made the hammer like a spear but just waited a alot and require brute strength.
Garrett stared at it then brought his hands up and stared at them then back at the hammer. He knew that he couldn't pick this weapon because he lack the strength, he was to week. So he continue to the next weapon, weapon after weapon. He continue to search for the weapon right for him, that he could use. Many weapon got his attention but non of them were right for him.
There were to many problems that couldn't be solve, like the lack of strength, the weapon was to big. Some weapons were shape weird and he couldn't figure out how to handle them. He didn't know how long he spend walking from weapon to weapon, plus he also didn't know why his body hadn't given out ages ago. The weapon that got most of his attention when searching for the right one, was the scythe weapons. There was just something about them that made him feel comfortable but the many variations of the scythe that he saw throughout his search also didn't feel right to him.
Days or months, maybe even years had past, as Garett continue his search for his weapon. He had seen and experience many different kind of weapon there could be, while he kept of walking and walking without stop. At one point he looked back and couldn't see where he had started or the first weapon saw, the golden spear.
Now he still was walking from weapon to weapon, his eyes now having a sharp look as he examen the weapon before him. Because of all the weapon he had seen, he had picked out some specific characteristic of different weapon. About what each weapon could do, their purpose, and some basic knowledge of how one could use them. Most importantly the most interesting characteristic about all of the weapon was that each weapon had something golden on it and all of them were made with different kind of metal.
What seemed that it would last forever, came to a stop. When Garrett felt his heart beat faster, palms became sweaty, and a voice in his head appearing, saying in a low ragged voice, "come...come...come." Garrett started to move his head side to side looking to where the voice was coming from, until he finally saw it, the weapon he desired.
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