As the night wrapped its cold embrace around Malcom as he had passed out, he found himself drifting into the realm of dreams. However, tonight's dream was unlike any other he had experienced before. As soon as he closed his eyes, he was greeted by a haunting presence, an individual with a scary look and an aura of malevolence that sent shivers down his spine. The mysterious figure spoke in a low, sinister voice, promising him unimaginable power that could make him the strongest warrior in existence.
But as tempting as it sounded, something within Malcom told him to be cautious. The individual's ominous smile and the evil power he emanated were undeniable. The dream seemed too real, and Malcom couldn't shake the feeling of danger lurking within the darkness.
"What is this power you speak of?" Malcom finally managed to ask, trying to remain composed despite the fear gripping his heart.
The mysterious figure laughed in a devilish manner, the sound echoing in the dream's strange landscape. "Oh, young one, this power is beyond your wildest imagination," he sneered. "It can make you unbeatable, feared by all, and victorious in every battle you encounter. But to access it, you must accept it with all your heart."
Malcom hesitated, the allure of such incredible power clouding his judgment. The thought of becoming strong enough to win the upcoming tournament and secure a better life for his beloved mother was too enticing to ignore. But deep down, he knew that such power often came at a terrible price.
"What is the catch?" Malcom asked, his voice trembling. He was both afraid and curious to learn the true nature of this mysterious gift.
The dark figure's smile widened, revealing sharp, malicious teeth. "Ah, my dear boy, every great power comes with a cost. By accepting this power, you will be bound to chaos and destruction. Everywhere you go, you will bring devastation and ruin," he explained. "But you must also consider the alternative. Surrender yourself to me, and I will use your body to win the tournament. Your mother will be taken care of, and you will have the means to secure her welfare."
Malcom's heart sank. The choice seemed unbearable, trapped between dark power and self-sacrifice. He knew he couldn't bear the thought of harming others and causing destruction wherever he went. But on the other hand, he couldn't bear the thought of his mother struggling or suffering either.
"I won't trade my body for her well-being," Malcom finally said, his voice firm. "I won't let her suffer, but I won't bring suffering to others either. There must be another way."
The mysterious individual's sinister smile wavered for a moment, but then he erupted into a malevolent laugh. "You are a fool! There is no other way to ensure her welfare. You are weak!" he taunted.
With newfound determination, Malcom stood his ground. "No, I won't let myself be swayed by your evil promises. I'll find a way to help my mother without causing harm to others," he declared, his voice growing stronger.
The dark figure's eyes glinted with frustration and anger gave a devilish smile and responded,that "when the time comes little one you will ask for it".
Malcom got scared and felt a jolt that shook him awake before he could reply. Gasping for breath, he found himself back in his bed, the dream fading away like a haunting memory.
As he sat there, sweat dripping from his forehead, Malcom knew he had experienced something beyond the ordinary. The encounter with the sinister individual had shown him the potential consequences of unchecked power and the importance of making difficult choices.
From that moment on, Malcom vowed to find another path, one that would lead him to strength and success without succumbing to darkness.