Rage Of The Soul

I ran to my house as quickly as possible and as I got there I saw my brother, Isaac, standing alone in front of my mother's corpse fighting against a tree that was wicked and twisted, its braches were shattering through the house walls with ease. He was bloodied and battered, half of his armor was broken on the ground, and as the tree raised a limb to strike my mind went blank and all I could think of was to yell in horror as my brother was sent flying across the house smashing into the rubble of what was once my home.

"ISAAC!!" I screamed, as rage filled me, that lingering feral feeling in the back of my mind rushed forth consuming it. All I could think of was revenge now and that I had to kill this monster, as I let out a roar that could only be described as the roar of a desperate devil. I lunged forth in a fit of rage ripping at the tree with my bare hands. I couldn't feel any one the pain that I should have, this incredible strength was slowly gouging away the tree's armor, all that was left was an unbridled rage, I dodged the tree's limbs with ease, grabbing hold of one, I broke it off trying to stab it into the tree much like I did with the spider but the bark was much to hard and it shattered, a branch smashed into me sending me hurtling across the open field and into the well, destroying it. I stood up as if nothing happened and bolted toward the tree, jumping up and breaking the last piece of the house left standing so it fell down on top of it, with it distracted I grabbed a piece of metal that was left from the remains of my brothers armor and plunged it into its twisted face and as it finally fell, the all-consuming rage vanished in an instant and all that pain came rushing into me causing me to start coughing up blood and collapse, the last thing I saw before that was Isaac battered and broken on the ground reaching out to me.

"You were warned young one. You let the beast take hold and consume you" the man said.

"What do you mean? Where am I? What happened to my brother?"

"You fainted from your wounds in battle, you are lucky if you don't die and as for the beast inside, you were granted the physical strength of a Forgotten Lord along with an amplification to your rage" they all said.

"But it made me so much stronger why should I be careful because of it?"

"Power always comes at a price, it is hatred incarnate, when in use it can be hard to differentiate friend from foe, and every time you are in that state more and more of your emotions will be dulled with anger and hatred taking their place" the woman said.

"you said before you would decide if I was worthy of this power..."

"You're not ready for the answer" the child says.

"who are you?"

"they call us many things, the conscience, spector, essence, but most commonly we are soul's, soul's of the Lost and the Forgotten."

"Can I use that power of the "Forgotten Lord" again?"

"If we deem it worthy than you will have the chance but it will be entirely up to you" the man said.

"why can I talk to you?"

"when people are close to death the wall between the land of the dead and the land of the living becomes weakened and strong soul's may be able to communicate with the land of the living and grant their power temporarily, this will hopefully be the last time we speak, now wake up!" they all yell.

"wait yo-"

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