Intro:

Memory crashed over me, drowning me with despair and darkness and reality as my world shattered, and everything went black. I was awoken by the golden rays of daybreak. My eyes distorted the landscape around me, and every movement resulted in excruciating pain. As I struggled to regain my strength, my body shivered violently. Death’s icy grip had never been closer.
My life lay in ruins. My entire existence was founded on a cruel lie, manifested by those wishing to unleash and control my inert power. And now that the foundation had crumbled away, I came crashing down to the harsh reality.
I hate those wretched fools. They appeared without warning and crushed everything I knew into dust. Revenge flooded my veins and consumed my entire being. I shall take from the monsters what they had taken from me, their lives. I limped toward the rising sun, a messenger of Death.

Climax:

The wind blows across the desolate landscape. The stained sands rise and form a red horizon with the golden sunset. I stare across the desert, lifeless bodies everywhere. Belonging to all who dared try to kill me. I look down toward my crystal blade, dipped in the crimson nectar. As I stare toward the setting sun, I spot countless more men. Thousands. Hundreds of thousands. Armed with weapons far superior and deadlier than my own. All foolishly wasting their lives. Brainwashed by a corrupt monster. One who's goal was to claim my inner power. Night was approaching, and darkness began to envelop all that around me. Not just the day, but my inner being as well. My soul began to take that dreadful transformation that so recently occurred. My thirst for blood returned. As the last rays of the sun disappeared from sight, the armies charged. The fools. They want my power. All they shall get is my wrath. Tonight, I will bring hell on Earth, and Death will be pleased with his puppet once again. Bones will shatter, and heads shall roll.
"Let the red waters flow"



Probably going to continue this as a series, or will start anew with a brand new story and such.
I guess you could call this a filler until then. Most likely going to start a new series.

:/ You are playing too much video games.

In reality, I hardly play them. lol

Fantasy movies? Fantasy books? Lol
I do not see the action in this however. It seems like the character is only observing and describing his/her feelings.
Explain the climax plox?

He has an overactive imagination. I always imagine I'm the Prince of Persia.

@Skochko
It is solely observation. All I wrote is just for emotion, setting up the mood and atmosphere from the mysterious character's viewpoint. But just random stuff really. I don't plan to continue this as I said.
@TBY
There is no such thing as an overactive imagination. The imagination is limitless, so to say the imagination is a certain quantity is to limit the great things you could invent and create.

Well okay, but i think you can make a fantasy story, since you can come up with this stuff easily. Endless emotions and observations = a little boring to read IMO.

Put some more effort into this =)

I once made a story involving Bowser's Kingdom was "bombed" by a birdman with a gun in his head. Kamek then sends his in a portal hole named the "White Hole". Kamek get's shot, and so does all Bowser's Troop. Only some can imagine the drugs i was on.

@Skochko
I know. I was just in the mood to write like the greats such as Emerson and Thoreau and such. But I'll put my effort in the series I want to work on instead. =)
@GMW
lololol I wonder

I sometimes imagine I'm President Obama...

Good for you... Epic off topicness.