The wind howled as Argion stirred from the depths of a deep sleep.
He felt the warmth of the sun on his face, and the crackling of a fire nearby.
He opened his eyes to see three people looking down upon him. They were wearing long purple and black robes, and their faces were hidden beneath thick hoods.
Argion felt a surge of power course through his veins. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, and he knew right away that something was different.
He looked around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. He was in the middle of a large meadow surrounded by towering trees and lush green grass
. The sky above him was a brilliant blue without a single cloud in sight.
Argion sat up, feeling a strange energy course through him. He felt strong and powerful, like he was capable of anything.
He looked around, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings.
Three hooded figures stood nearby, watching him intently.
Argion couldn't make out their features, but he could tell that they were radiating power.
"Who are you?" Argion asked.
The figure closest to him stepped forward.
"We are the Guardians of Iclion," the figure said in a deep voice.
"We have been searching for one such as you, Argion, to bring down the three kingdoms and grant us our greatest wishes."
Argion was confused. "Your greatest wishes? What do you mean?"
The figure smiled beneath its hood.
"We wish to bring about a new era of peace and prosperity in Iclion. To do this, we must overthrow the current rulers and replace them with those more suitable for the task. That is where you come in. We have chosen you, Argion, to help us achieve our dream."
Argion was amazed by this. He had never been special or particularly powerful, so why had they chosen him?
The figure must have sensed his doubt, because it continued, "You possess a great strength, Argion. You have been blessed by the gods with the power to bring justice and peace to Iclion. We believe that you are the chosen one to accomplish this. Will you accept our offer and join us in our quest?"
Argion thought for a moment, weighing his options. He knew that if he accepted this offer, there would be no turning back. But then again, he had always wanted to make a difference in this world, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity for him to do just that.
"Yes," Argion finally said. "I accept your offer."
The figure nodded. "Very well. Come, we will explain to you what must be done."
Argion followed the three figures as they led him away from the meadow and into a nearby forest. The trees around them were ancient and towering, and even their shadows seemed to stretch on for miles.
The figure in front stopped suddenly, and all three of them turned to face Argion. "Listen closely," the figure said.
"Our plan is simple. We must first remove the current rulers of the lands and replace them with those more suited for the task. Then, we must restore order and peace to the lands. To do this, you must gather an army and march against them. Are you prepared for this task?"
Argion nodded, ready and determined. "I am."
"Very good," the figure said. "Now, I must warn you. There will be many dangers along the way and they are not to be taken lightly. Are you prepared to face these challenges?"
Argion nodded again. "Yes, I am."
The figure nodded. "Then let us begin. Good luck, Argion."
With that, the three figures faded away into the shadows of the trees, leaving Argion alone. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the mission ahead. He had a long journey ahead of him, and he knew that the only way to succeed was to remain focused and determined. With that thought in mind, he began to march forward, resolute in his mission.
Argion continued his march forward, the sun beating down on him as he traveled. After days of trekking across the landscape, he arrived at the edge of a large forest.
He made his way through the dense foliage, admiring the beauty of the nature around him.
As he stepped further into the forest, he began to feel an eerie presence watching him from the shadows.
Suddenly, he heard a loud battlecry behind him. He whirled around to find an assassin standing before him! the assassin was wielding a crooked blade with some kind of liquid at the tip of it, most likely a poison.
What is Argion's next move?
A) Argion fights the assassin with bare hands, but gets struck with the blade during the fight.
B) Argion flees
C) Leave a chapter comment with a different idea