It was days before we heard who was to weild the Silver Sword. The Priests told of how the mysterious suited man had summoned an entire army of demonic warriors from Hell and had used them to ravage Dreamland more than his fire from the sky.

Dreamland was in chaos. The king had raised an army to combat the suited man, which was promptly wiped out. The king has since retreated to his fortress, awaiting another chance to strike out.

Inekwar bandaged up his hand as well as he could, although it still hurt him to grasp his own sword. He winced and gritted his teeth as he did so, but he managed. Rayough had taken up some training in the sparring room while waiting, while I took to meditation on the roof of our headquarters.

It was not very peaceful, as I could see for miles. Miles of wasteland, ravaged by the suited man and his demonic army, which grew in strength on an hourly basis.

I tried in vain to close my eyes and quiet my mind, but it seemed all hope was lost. I tried in vain again to calm myself, when Kysos laid his hand on my shoulder.

"They've decided." he said.

Before I knew it, I was on my feet and following Kysos to the room where the Silver Sword was kept. The Priests were all waiting outside, while Rayough, Inekwar and the rest of the knights were there waiting for us. They all acknowleged Kysos and myself approaching, and quickly moved aside for us.

The Priests were chanting a prayer softly as we approached, and we halted before the door.

"Who is it?" Kysos asked.

"The Supreme Being has spoken..." a priest started.

"Who is it?" I asked, frustrated.

"...the warrior has been chosen..." a second priest continued.

Inekwar simply frowned, and waited for the Priest to just say who was to weild the sword.

"...Rayough! Son of Kendrick!" a third priest finished.

All eyes in the room turned to Rayough, who stood confused.

"Me? Why would I be chosen to weild the blade? I am no fighter." Rayough started.

"The Supreme Being sees this. This is why you have been chosen." another priest called out.

Rayough nodded, and stepped forward as the doors of the chamber opened up to him. The silver light eminating from the blade filled the corridor, causing all to hold their hands up to cover their eyes. He stepped forward and grabbed the hilt of the sword before hefting it up.

The lightning did not strike his hand, and from his reaction, the blade was surprisingly light.

He turned to me with a smile, and I couldn't help but smile back. I had been proud of the boy his entire life, and the feeling filled me again, upon seeing my son weild that sword. He smirked as the other knights cheered him on, and he put the sword into a sheath on his side.

The knights were soon armoured up and ready for battle afterwards. They armed themselves to the teeth and mounted their horses, determined to settle the score with the suited man.

Other chapters of the Order also started pledging their knights in service to our own, almost doubling our numbers. Another sizable force from the north was marching down to meet us, although they wouldn't arrive for another week.

The knights were hoping the war would be finished by then, however.

We marched to where the priests claimed the suited man's demonic army was camped, and once we arrived, we quickly assembled into a battle line and awaited the command to charge.

The suited man was spotted across the field, and his demonic horde soon marshalled their strength into several ranks, with spears up front. Their archers were in the rear, which worried me.

The suited man chuckled, filling Kysos with dread and anger.

"Charge!" he bellowed, his voice carrying across the field.

I gave my horse a nudge, and urged her on. I readied my spear, and heaved it at the demonic army. It struck home, hitting a spear weilding soldier square in the chest. He toppled backward, leaving a small gap in their lines.

I smirked and urged my horse to go faster. I quickly drew my sword as my horse ploughed straight through the gap and into the ranks of enemies. Many of the demonic warriors charged at me as the rest of our force broke through their line of spears.

I swung down with my sword, cutting a warrior down, before the butt end of a spear struck my in the chest and knocked me from my horse. Two warriors charged at me, hoping to kill me, but I quickly swept out with my sword, hitting them both across the stomach.

They jumped back, wounded but not dead, and charged off to fight someone else. I hefted up my shield as a crossbow boilt thudded into it, rattling my teeth and my arm.

I put my sword into its sheath and hefted up a fallen spear before heaving it at the crossbowman. It pierced his chest and knocked him onto his back, tossing his crossbow into the air as he fell. I raced to his body, hefted up the crossbow and fired a bolt into the face of a passing demonic warrior.

It shattered the bones in his face ans jerked his neck bakcward from the impact. I drew my sword once again, and struck down another passing enemy. I turned to fight once more, but things had grown strangely quiet.

I looked around to see why things had gotten so quiet, and saw Rayough facing the suited man, surrounded by a large ring of spectators.

I gripped my sword and moved closer to the ring of spectators as Rayough drew the Silver Sword, and pointed it towards the suited man, drawing a look of fear from the man's face.

"You're time is at an end." Rayough said. I couldn't help but smirk underneath my helmet.

The suited man simply drew his sword, and smiled.