The Long Fight
The lone warrior could somehow sense
Divine forces telling him he was at least
Half-way through this cesspit of fire and
Brimstone. He read the tattered map, filled
With gothic text and pictures of weird, but
Not so wonderful, places, before continuing
On through the door he had unlocked only a
Few moments ago.
This room felt different than the last. Instead
Of fiery pools of lava and never ending caverns,
There was simply a large door, and ornate decor.
Whilst it felt quaint, he knew that always meant
Something sinister. Still, he casually walked
Towards the door. But it came to no surprise that
A golden lock wrapped itself around the wood and
Almost grinned at him.
More midgets with their horns cocked and ready to
Fire came at the lone warrior with gargantuan
Force. These were nothing new, and he gave them
More hell than he had when he first met them.
Swords slashed, horns locked, teeth bit, feet
Kicked. But, still more and more came to have at
Him. Quickly, he took out a baton and waved it
Into the air, sending out a magical stream of both
Fire and Ice. As quickly as the beast came, they
Simply disintegrated into the earth, their spirits
Rising. As luck would have it, the fire also lit the
Torches, hidden at first from view, that were
Placed around, the hall, and scented it
With a fragrance, so soothing, that it made the
Warrior feel healthier. But the golden lock snarled
As it removed itself from the door, bitter in its
Defeat. The lone warrior braced himself, then
Walked through the wood.
Silence, or so he thought, in a room more
Familiar to him than the previous. The pits
Of lava were back, as too were the caverns.
But what was this gargantuan in the centre?
The warrior jabbed it with his sword, and it
Awoke with such spirit it would have scared
Anyone who came near it. But not this warrior.
He smirked and lept straight into battle,
Pummeling it with sword-thrusting action. It
moaned and groaned, but still stood strong.
It too then lunged for him with scythes so
Thick and powerful, that they would easily
Chop the head of a stone statue. But it was
Too slow, and it stabbed the fiery lava, and
Shot up with burning pain. The warrior then
Took out his baton, and waved it, majestically,
And more fire and ice came out and thrust
Themselves on the beast, eating at its life
Until there was nothing left. The warrior simply
Waited. When all was done, the beast collapsed
And magically disappeared, revealing a piece of
Pink spongy material.
The Divine forces whispered: "Now onto Level 2!"
