Nogard Monologue
PROLOGUE
NOGARD…
An unfamiliar deep—yet dry—menacing voice called out. The voice was… evil. And I just know it is. But that name: Nogard… it’s oddly familiar and yet… I’m certain that it’s not someone I know. I stood in an unknown dark cavern. The atmosphere is cold like the middle of a winter night. And a strange feeling of dreaded emptiness filled the air.
A gold sword with inscriptions—runes—which I don’t understand, glowed blue in my hand. The hilt is wrapped with black-gold leather and the pommel is a blue crystal glowing faintly along with the runes. The sword isn’t even heavy as it looks and the grip is again strangely familiar to me: like I’ve used such weapon before. And I even noticed a golden aura dancing around the blade.
‘Nogard…’
The evil voice continues to echo the name in the darkness. I turned around to try and see the source only to face more of the pitch …show more content…
Out of nowhere, a ball of green flames flew directed to my direction. Instinctively, I raised my sword and battered the fireball to a different course.
Three more followed, and like before, I swatted each of them with my weapon.
‘Feel the wrath of the Heathen Eye Legion… skim through the aura of death, Crimson Slayer…’ It continued to roar. ‘We’ve been locked within this circle before…’ Again, it stopped. And then I felt it sneer. ‘And I was the one who got… vanquished… but not this time…’
The sickly light grew even more along the stench of rotten eggs. I’m about to be blinded by the searing flash and suffocated by the disgusting air until—I’m not sure why—I raised my sword and struck a more powerful wave of light against at the green mist’s. But the light is gold: Celestial Gold.
I watched as the lights opposed each other. The sight is beautiful but at the same time, terrifying. It’s like watching two giants lock each other in
NOGARD…
An unfamiliar deep—yet dry—menacing voice called out. The voice was… evil. And I just know it is. But that name: Nogard… it’s oddly familiar and yet… I’m certain that it’s not someone I know. I stood in an unknown dark cavern. The atmosphere is cold like the middle of a winter night. And a strange feeling of dreaded emptiness filled the air.
A gold sword with inscriptions—runes—which I don’t understand, glowed blue in my hand. The hilt is wrapped with black-gold leather and the pommel is a blue crystal glowing faintly along with the runes. The sword isn’t even heavy as it looks and the grip is again strangely familiar to me: like I’ve used such weapon before. And I even noticed a golden aura dancing around the blade.
‘Nogard…’
The evil voice continues to echo the name in the darkness. I turned around to try and see the source only to face more of the pitch …show more content…
Out of nowhere, a ball of green flames flew directed to my direction. Instinctively, I raised my sword and battered the fireball to a different course.
Three more followed, and like before, I swatted each of them with my weapon.
‘Feel the wrath of the Heathen Eye Legion… skim through the aura of death, Crimson Slayer…’ It continued to roar. ‘We’ve been locked within this circle before…’ Again, it stopped. And then I felt it sneer. ‘And I was the one who got… vanquished… but not this time…’
The sickly light grew even more along the stench of rotten eggs. I’m about to be blinded by the searing flash and suffocated by the disgusting air until—I’m not sure why—I raised my sword and struck a more powerful wave of light against at the green mist’s. But the light is gold: Celestial Gold.
I watched as the lights opposed each other. The sight is beautiful but at the same time, terrifying. It’s like watching two giants lock each other in