the young man rode his loyal horse as fast as he could towards the forbidden land. with him lies a lifeless body of a covered young maiden. on his belt, the blade of an ancient sword shines radiantly, even though the skies were grim. overhead, eagles soar the air, silently spying at the wanderer as he makes his way into the gateway.
the loyal horse stopped in its track. a single stone bridge lies between the wanderer and the towering structure miles ahead of him. the bridge was the only way across the valley, so as not to waste more time, he urged his horse forward. the stallion obliged, travelling across the stretch of stone that could send them plummetting down to death if they were not careful.
they reached the structure, and a stone doorway invited them in. traversing a spiral staircase leading down towards a hall, the wanderer continued into the hall, and had his eyes on an interesting sight. flagging him at both sides of the hall were sixteen colossal statues, silently standing as if eyeing the wanderer as he continued on towards the pedestal at the edge of the hall. beyond the pedestal was the view of the outside; green pastures with occasional trees and monolith rocks, and silent mountains across the valley.
climbing down his horse, the wanderer carried the blanketed maiden and placed her on the pedestal. removing the blanket, the wanderer gazed at the maiden's face as her features shone upon the daylight. i will bring her back to life, he thought, no matter what the price i will pay, no matter what the challenges i have to face.
suddenly, his horse neighed distrubingly. the wanderer turned around to see dark human shadows beginning to spawn out of the floors of the hall. the shadows crept towards the wanderer, menacing hands waving at him. more and more shadows spawned out, an eerie sound of moans and hisses attempting to scare the wanderer.
the wanderer however was not intimidated. he drew out the ancient sword and pointed it towards the shadows. light from outside illuminated its blade, and the light travelled across the hall. the shadows stopped in their tracks, backing down and eventually disappering back into the floor.
a deep thundering voice, or rather a number of voices, began to echo across the hall. a blinding light shone down from the large circular roof above the wanderer. you have the ancient sword: the voices said: yet you are mortal. we are the dormin: continued them: what do you wish, mortal?
the wanderer, with a stong resolve, said it out loud: you are the ones who could revive the dead. revive the maiden: he pleaded: i am ready to do anything. we are capable of doing so: they said: but there is a huge price to be paid. i am ready: he replied: anything. we will grant your wish: they say: see the idols that stand across the hall? the wanderer noded. we will be able to grant your wish if the idols were to be destroyed: they continued: but the idols are unbreakable, though another way does exist. the wanderer silently listens. scattered throughout the land are colossus that resemble each of the idols: they said: find and destroy them, and the idols they represent will also be destroyed, and we will be able to grant you your wish.
the wanderer nodded. shine the sword in your hand in the light: said the voices: and the path to the first colossus, and the next, will be open for you. the wanderer then lifted the sword in the sunlight, and streaks of light radiated, focusing on the southern mountains beyond the valley. with that, his fateful story begins...
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