A New World

[Richter Abend]

A thousand years was a long time, even for a half elf, he’d long ago excepted his fate, he’d long ago excepted though promised he would be freed he would no longer be himself but most likely broken and have lost his mind, perhaps not due to the years but more to the loneliness meanwhile. An anger boiled up inside him slowly but then slowly came to pass in the end whom could he blame…

Green eyes flicker open then close, it was cool something against his body or rather he was laying somewhere, he heard the few sounds of nature that echoed though the hallways, nature? He groaned opening his eyes again he was laying flat on his back and turned his head to the side to look out across the floor nothing, except he appeared to be in some kind of old building, a ruin, he was familiar with ruins he had to gather a few unique things from them not to long ago. But this was not the Ginnungagap. He sat up quickly and glanced around what the heck? He somehow knew his years weren’t up, were they? He brushed a hand over his head then frowned faintly, he noticed his weapons attached to his belt as well, this wasn’t odd at all..

He pushed himself to his feet a bit sore he winced and forced himself up. “this isn’t………where I am supposed to be” he mumbled under his breath he was supposed to be in solitude, guarding a gate, and if he wasn’t there did that mean demons would be destroying the world right now? He gritted his teeth at the thought, he didn’t recognize this ruin, though the thought occurred to him, what if he was free? And this was merely the ‘future’ of the world? He mentally asked but got no reply. This was just lovely……..

He searched his surroundings carefully before looking towards the doorway some light shining though it. He walked towards it carefully however, then shielded his eyes as he stepped though his eyes still had to adjust. When they did he saw a open area that still appeared to be part of the ruin but there was grass here and a few other plants, however his heard something ,Richter’s left hand instinctively took firm hold of his sword’s scabbard and his right hand hovered over the hilt of his sword. This was merely a warning stance, he didn’t know where or heck when he was but he wasn’t the type to panic, nor was he the type to strike so easily, he remained calm and scanned the area in silence, waiting.........