Spirit Walker

Scott and Terry raced the raft toward Blackcastle Island . They entered through the same hole Scott had blown in the wall earlier. Scott and Terry ran up the island’s walls, destroying any Mongols they happened to run into. They reached the familiar prison cells. Scott had been here three times now. “Three times too many,” he thought to himself. They could only hope that Gimeon was still here. As they reached the top of the island, they saw Gimeon standing in the darkness. Next to him was what appeared to be a giant robot. It was completely black. The only robotic component that was visible was its head. Gimeon reached down and picked up what looked to be a helmet. He put it on the head of the robot, and Scott suddenly knew what it was. “So sweet of you to drop by,” Gimeon said. “But I’m afraid I can’t stick around. Don’t worry, though. Shadowaxe2 will keep you company.” Gimeon rushed off, and the robot’s eyes started glowing a deep blood-red. It bent over and picked up an axe. The same axe that Shadowaxe had used. Obviously, Gimeon could not continue without the help of his strongest henchman. Shadowaxe could possibly be even more powerful than Gimeon himself.

“Keep going, Scott!” Terry shouted. “We have to stop Gimeon!”

“But Terry, how are you going to fight this thing?” Scott asked.

“I’ll find a way, now go!” she replied. Scott ran up the stairs, pursuing the dark lord. As he reached the top, he saw something that stopped him dead in his tracks. A gaping hole was ripped in the very fabric of time. The portal showed an odd, red place full of fire. Scott could only come up with one name. The Underlands. Gimeon was inside, Scott knew for sure, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to be the big hero anymore. His grandfather was safe at home, which was the whole reason he left in the first place. No, he had to do it. Too many people were counting on him. He wasn’t about to let the world end this way. He plunged himself into the portal. When he awoke, he was in the weird, red place. A huge castle loomed in front of him. If Scott knew anything about videogames, he knew Gimeon would be in that castle. As he approached, a monster came up to him. It looked like a giant rock with a face.

“Hey, kid!” it said. Scott whirled around. “Yeah, you. Where you goin?”

“I was just about to go inside that big, evilish castle,” Scott replied.

“Really? You look familiar, kid. What’s your name? It wouldn’t be Scott would it?”
“No, I’m sorry,” Scott said as he grasped his wand. “My name is… Arrdones!” An explosion rocked the ground. It caught the rock monster completely by surprise. Scott made a mad dash for the castle.

“You little twerp!” the rock monster yelled. “I’ll get you!” The rock monster was much faster than Scott. “Ha! I’ll teach you to mess with Mahammed!” Scott pulled out his sword and struck Mahammed. Nothing, not even a scratch. Then he got an idea. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the centerpiece. He fitted it into the hilt of the sword. Power like he had never felt before rushed into his body. The sword glowed with a shimmering radiance.

“This must be what a god feels like,” he thought to himself. He rushed toward Mahammed and swung. A huge gash ran down Mahammed’s face.

“Woah, hold up now,” Mahammed stuttered. “I can help you.”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked.

“I can get you past Lord Gimeon’s defenses,” Mahammed replied.

“Alright. But if you turn on me, I’ll make you into chop suey,” Scott said. Reluctantly, Mahammed followed Scott into the castle.