There crouched a hooded warrior on a branch of a tree, in Redemption Park. A new warrior, Alistar, he was naive really as to why him, how it all happens, or even what it all meant. Gifted with the red cross, the artifact took control of him, not as in motion and commands, but more as it shared all it’s past with him, molding him into the perfect warrior. So, yes he was naive, yes he was young, but he was Epic. It was as if he was Achilles with no heel.
He played with the artifact, rubbing each of his fingers on his right hand against it, almost as to say, “my precious” . The beam of light placed on it so perfectly, even great Aphrodite would be amazed by it’s beauty. Seconds passed, but then Alistar went from a dazed look to a determined one. It was as if something had taken control of his thought, and something had, the red cross had sensed almost a disturbance in the force. What it was? Alistar had no idea, but that didn’t stopped him, as a golden aura engulfed him and transformed his weapon into Death’s scythe. He opened a portal, the inside full of black, not knowing where he would arrive to, but outlined with Hell’s flames it seemed. A smirk came over his face as to say, “Well here we go.” He jumped off the slim branch and into the mysterious portal.
There opened the portal and there fell Alistar, planting his feet in a small bushes and looking below from the mountain top. The peace and serenity that surrounded this location was almost, unrealistic. The birds chirped, animals roamed and no human could be seen for miles most likely. It was as if man had never stepped foot onto this land. Alistar removed his hood showing his blonde hair and blue eyes, Death’s Scythe disappeared transforming to the a magic sword that is said to make its wielder victorious in the battle or the hunt and the Shield of Achilles on his left arm, said to be unbreakable. He was covered with his usual warrior armor, which was covered with the red cross logo and has great durability.
He turned to his left as though his senses had gone off the chart, the reason being the artifact had located the position of a great warrior and in a way had to prove itself, you could call it the Warrior’s Spirit. The Golden Knight placed his sword in the holster on his back, and he shoved the great shield to the ground, to hold itself. Raising both hands gently against his mouth as to echo the sound or amplify it. He let out a loud howl like battle cry. He picked up the shield and began to run, as if the holler was to notify the warrior he was coming and he meant business.