The landscape was enveloped in an ebony shade of darkness. The sky complimented the land with its own dim black countenance. Rain was falling from the sky in extensive amounts as lighting streaked through the sky, and thunder roared throughout. Troy ran up the ancient, crumbling stone steps that led to the entrance of the sacred Xylos Temple, an ancient temple which legends say house strong and valuable treasures.
Troy proceeded cautiously, but bravely, into the temple. When he entered he realized the temple was bigger than it appeared from the outside. Troy stepped into the atrium, lowered his cloak's hood, and proceeded to shake out his shaggy hair in a vain attempt to quick dry it. Troy looked around and noticed and began to appreciate the complex workings of the ancient temple. He noticed that the only thing lighting the temple were torches placed in intervals along the walls.
Troy drew his sword and proceeded down the main hallway with caution, always checking everywhere for any sort of trap. Every step was taken with precision not wanting to disturb anything.
After his trek through the hallway, Troy finally reached the sacred, innermost chamber. The chamber was ten times larger than the atrium Troy entered in. The domed ceiled stretched upward for forever. In the center rose a pedestal with three treasures, each one similar to a section of a circle. The treasures were gold and glistening from the light of torches, dispersing the light through the entirety of the room.
Troy hesitantly proceeded, he didn't know why, but he felt like it was his destiny to get those treasures. Each pace was small and thought out. Troy's head never stopped moving as he constantly scanned the area for signs of any disturbances.
Troy reached the central podium and grabbed one of the treasures, the Crest of Shiaku, examined it, and noticed a sword-like engraving on it. He placed the treasure in his pocket. As he began to reach for the next treasure, a shadowed figured emerged from above and landed opposite Troy. They grabbed one of the treasures, the Zarabi Emblem, for their own use.
Their eyes were strictly focused on Troy. Realizing this, even though their face was masked by a hood, he knew something bad was happening. He put his hood back up to conceal his face and gripped his sword tighter. Troy and the shadowy figure circled the podium, matching each other step for step, motion for motion, each waiting for an opportunity to strike and claim the third and final piece. After returning to where they started, with nothing different from before, Troy looked deeply into the pursuer's masked eyes and asked,
"Who are you?"
The masked figure gripped their sword tight, and raised it, straightening their shoulders, and looked straight at Troy with a demeaning glare and replied,
"I am…"
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