The shadow reached the guards and sat down about three feet from them examining them closely. The blood was still running from its eyes as it hit the grass it fizzled and melted Into the ground making it lose all of its color. The figure looked at one of the soilders head on, its eyes seemed to have rolled into his head becouse they were completely white. The soilder felt like the figure was staring into his soul probing, looking for something, and then it suddenly reached out its hand and touched the soilder's forehead making him cry out in pain. Once the soilder fell into unconsciousness the figure turned to the remaining soilder and did the same.
Once both of the soilders fell unconscious the roots fell back into the ground. The figure then stood up and looked around lazily, once it confirmed that the horses were okay he quickly picked up his pack and sheathed his weapon.
While the figure had all of the appearance of Gordan, they were not exactly on the same playing feild. Gordan opened his eyes to find himself once again in the dream world.
'Well this is just great, see this is what happens when you act irrationally.'
Gordan absolutely hated it when he acted on whims which wasn't usually all that often, he had to question what he was thinking pulling out a spell like that.
'Well we did get rid of the problem and we were able to deal with the source of the rather annoying ants. So in my opinion that's an absolute win."
Gordan turned around sharply to face an image that looked exactly like him only without color. Gordan rubbed his eyes and pressed his fingers against his skull trying to fight off a headache.
"So what did you do to them?"
The figure looked confused, and turned its head to the side pondering the question, but after a few moments he gave up.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Gordan looked at the figure with cold unbelief in his eyes.
"You cursed them didn't you."
It wasn't so much a question as it was a simple statement, since he already knew from the figures attitude that he had indeed cursed them.
And while this was technically the first time that they had spoken face to face Gordan was more than well aware of who, or more specifically what this figure was.
"What can I say? I like horses, sue me."
Gordan sighed, he really shouldn't have been all that surprised, he should have guessed that he wouldn't choose to perform such an over the top spell on his own, but over the top was this guys specialty.
Gordan was never quite sure what the figure was, up until now he was only able to learn of its existence thanks to the people around him who had acted as translators between the two of them. From what he knew the figure liked horses and killing or to be more precise he enjoyed cursing things.
This figure was only able to manifest after Gordan used crazy level spells, or anything blood magic related. He hadn't delt with a situation like this in years, but now it sees that the figure might have a bit of control over his actions which was rather troubling.
As the figure wasn't completely dense and had spent a considerable amount of time around Gordan and more specifically Gordans mind that he could tell were his train of thought was going. He hadn't intended to appear for a bit longer but seeing the horse plead for help had made him lose his composure and exert some influence into Gordan.
"About that I'm sorry, you know that it's not really my style to do something like this but the horse was begging for help."
Gordan shook his head slowly, he was getting madder the more that he thought about the situation but he started to reign in his feelings on the matter, it wouldn't help to get mad at him.
"So then when are you going to give back control if you really are sorry about the situation? As you know already, I have somewhere to be and it's a bit urgent, and unfortunately this little excursion has already made me lose valuable time."
The figure sighed and snapped his fingers, instantly waking Gordan from the trance. Gordan looked around and saw that the entire area had lost its color and was now extremely bleak. Gordan saw the horses and soilders had both been effected by the color loss.
Gordan could sympathize, while it didn't seem like existing in an environment without color would be all that painful, and physical it didn't really change anything. The problem was on the mental side, for some reason the lack of color had the tendency to make things go over the deep end crazy. Gordan took some of the blood that was coming out of his eyes and walked over to the horses that were not totally effected yet, meaning they were still in a calmer state than the soilders who were beating their heads against the trees like idiots.
Gordan took the blood and made a small symbol on the faces of the horses. Almost instantly the color began to spread through them causing them to all kneel down and drift into sleep.
Gordan had been told that the presses was a bit on the painful side but he hadn't personally experienced any pain during the change.
Once he had cleared up most of the area he turned to the soilders and saw that they had collapsed and were again unconscious. Knowing what lay in store for them Gordan quickly put color back into them and started back on his journey.
As he was walking away one of the horses woke up and watched him until he disappeared into the tree line, the grey aura was still hanging around him. The horse would remember the person who had helped him and his brethren.
Gordan didn't know of the horses intentions nor did he really care. He was now an hour or two behind scedual, he had expected there to be problems but not this close to the village. Gordan was just glad that the ants had been brought in from an outside source since if the monsters were that weak even at the entrance of the forest it ment that something was wrong with the forest.
Gordan was both worried and happy that there weren't that many monsters around since the spell that he just used actually had set penalties that came with it, the first one being that he lost consciousness and the figure took over as well as having the color drained out of him and crying tears of blood, the second one was he lost his self control for around half a day which doesn't really sound all that bad unless you have to deal with anything that was even remotely bothersome. It was Gordans habit to lock himself in a room or let lose on the battlefield for that time since it made him a bit unpredictable and more than a small liability.
Gordan walked through the quiet forest which made him almost feel at ease, but something in the back of his mind was trying to fight it's way to the top in order to destroy that happiness, that thing being his more violent personality. He tried to suppress it but that was impossible without self control, all he could do was slow it down.
And then he heard a rumbling to his side, something was coming, somthing that was looking for a fight, Gordan could feel his fingers instinctively go for the knife at his waist. A smile started to break out over his face, and what would it matter if he let lose a bit he didn't get to do that to much of late. Most enemys avoided attacking the kingdom that he lived in after the last war and how it had ended. And when was the last time he had a challenge? The uprising had happened from the inside out while he was on boarder patrol for six months so he missed most of it, and by the time they figured out about it the king had ordered a full surrender, so he hadn't been able to fight.
He was very much aware of the fact that he would later regret acting out of turn now, but he really couldn't care less. The urge to fight was growing stronger by the second. And then the Bushes parted, making way for a giant ant. Not like the ones that he had delt with before, they had soft flesh that was easy to sever, and given them being grown in captivity they were quite weak what it came to their reaction time. But the monster in front of him was a different story altogether, it was twice as large as the ones before, and just by looking at it he could tell that the skin wouldn't be so easy to break through, all of those things were good but the most important thing was the creatures eyes, it was a killer through and through.
Gordans smile got even wider as he pulled out his knife and without warning attacked the humungous ant.