The night grew cold and the wind screamed angrily across the street. The rain poured drastically against the wind. A man with a black jacket and a white inner top and black pants stood in the rain staring plainly at the abandoned building in front of him. Hesitating, he steps forward stepping on the shallow grass. The place is quiet and worn out. The windows of the house is broken and shattered to its dismay. The man stops and turns to take his leave. Unexpectedly he is attacked and dragged inside the house. He struggles aggressively to free himself, but the thing holding him didn't flinch. He is dropped hard against a hard wooden board. He grunts at the pain.
"What the-" he curses
He looks around the place and funds himself in a library. The books and shelves were covered with spider webs and dust .
'Where am I?' The man thinks. He stands up from the floor and dust himself.
"A library... Isn't it obvious?" A voice echoed through the library. The man turns. To his disappointment, no one was there.
"You must be Michael Avrom...right?" A tall young man walks around a shelve running his fingers through the books. He had golden hair and elf ears. His eyes were emerald green. His skin was pale as a vampire. He was wearing a black robe and black pants with boots. The creature turns and stares at Michael in the eyes.
"W-what are you?" Michael stammered, stepping back.
"I am an elf and my name is Sir, Gorma" he walks towards Michael.
"Why am I here?" Michael said trying to keep himself from screaming.
"Because your the last knight of Nehru." Gorma smiles.
"A knight? Of....Nehru?" Michael tried to understand what Gorma had said.
"Yes.... I am sure I did say that." Gorma said
"No.. No no no" Michael said pacing around. "Take me back. I don't want to be part of your stupid fantasies"
"Sorry, but you can't go back." Gorma says seriously.
"Why not?" Michael asked upset
"When chosen, it can't be alternated" Gorma sighs.
Michael steps back shocked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"What happens to me now?"
"Glad you asked" Gorma smirked. "Follow me"
Micheal hesitated before following him. They entered inside a wide spacious room. At the end of the room was a elevator. They walked into the elevator and it closed. After a long moment of silent. Micheal cleared his throat and stared at Gorma.
"I have a family at home" Michael pleaded. "I need to go back."
"I am sorry, but it is not in my hands to take you back." Gorma shook his head.
Noticing that he wasn't lying, Michael backed off. The elevator door opened exposing a large training room. There were swords of all kinds; katana, blade, knife etc. The floor boards were times gold.
"Oh, Sir, Gorma" a voice exclaimed from across the room.