This is my one off story, chances are it will not be continued after it has been finished.

 

The glowing doors opened, water dripped from his clothes his explorer trousers soaked to the very skin. He was glad that he didnt wear any shirts or hats as they would have been destroyed, his cape however was perfectly in tact. He stepped through the doors where blue flames greeted him, dancing beautifully over a pit of nothingness. He crossed over the threshold onto stone, he looked to his left then to his right gates open spikes jutting from the top of their holes. He began emptying the chest and taking what he wanted.

 

It had been a long journey, one that he couldnt always remember. He couldnt remember how it started, he didn't know where the middle of the story was and he sure as hell wouldn't know when it would end, if they was and end to this story.    

It all began when he was young playing in the broken, decrepid ruins of a chapel. Being as young as he was he was too fearful to go inside but he did play outside, dancing and running around playing different games. He was awfully lonely. When all of a sudden he heard a voice "Yoo bee playin by yooself agen laddie, wudda thought you cudda gut some friends by nie" He looked up and jumped back and fell over a large pillar. Tumbling over and smacking his head off the stone floor.

 

He woke up seemingly instantly, groggy at first but then slowly gained his bearings. He looks around noting where he was, the hut of his fathers house. He stayed, waiting for his father to return from his duties. He waited for what seemed like hours then suddenly " You alrite son?". It was his father, he came in carrying bundles of chopped wood and placed them by the dying fire, throwing two in afterwards. "What happened?" he replied. "Im not sure, I was watching you run about then you seemed to fall back and knock yourself out" said the father. "It was a face!" he said. "A big face, and it was making fun of me!"

"Now now, dont work up a fuss, rest and we will talk about it later" decided the father.

They never did talk about it again, but he never ever forgot those glowing green eyes, the un-moving faces and that voice, that very strange annoying voice.

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Being nice is strange, I can see a lot up here on morale highground

More to come soon, that was just the prologue

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Being nice is strange, I can see a lot up here on morale highground

Years from that experience he never had a moment without thinking of that face, but he had also learnt about them. Since that day so many years ago he promised himself he would discover the secret to that mask of stone. Following his promise he left his father and his hut just a year after the event happened. Only a youngster he travelled from village to village inquiring about the masks, finding little at first. Eventually he met merchants that came from all over Albion, he discovered the locations of many of the masks but little of their origin. He also found about a secret location hidden in the city of stone.

 

Eventually the youngster turned into a man, still hunting the masks that had haunted his every moment. He had spent his life learning the mystery of these curious beings and also destroying them. He found it hard at first, throwing stones at them until they crumbled. Climbing up the pillars there were on and dropping rocks on their heads. Then he found a weapon to shoot them down with, this sped up the process of killing them and taking the keys from the remains.

 

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Being nice is strange, I can see a lot up here on morale highground