It all seemed so sureal that it makes you wonder if it actually could really happen. It starts off sometime in the near future like 20 maybe 30 years down the road. Now technology has failed us where the highest technology is automoblies that barely work and carrying your own defense weapon. Which in most cases resembled to a sword most of the time. The skies were always dark. It all seemed more like a modern day Dark Ages all over again for us. I was coaching a volunteer wrestling/ grappling course for a group of younger children around six o' clock. Once I was done for the day I closed up shop and was getting ready to go home for the night and a mysterious figure was waiting for me in the darkest of shadows cast in the barely lit street of the city of anywhere your mind takes you. Not simply cause I couldn't tell you where I was but that everywhere looked the same. The figure drew out it's sword and dashed towards me at an almost demonic speed. I drew my dagger in time to parry it's supposedly "unexpected" attack and unsheathed my sword. The figure was the shape of a cloaked man older than myself holding what seemed to be an unearthly shaped sword that which the blade was blacker than the midnight sky. "I am here to finally put you out of my misery," uttered the man. In his voice I heard a familiar tone that was so long ago. "What wrong have I done to you that deserves me death old man?" I replied. Instead of being able to devert his attention through talk to reveal his identity he moves in for another attack with his sword held high above his head for a downward cleave. I steadied myself with my trusted sword. As he came down with his sword I stepped off to the side as I watched his sword hit the ground I felt the ground renosate with the sound of the sword as they made contact. I could tell that this was gonna be my most difficult battle ever. I attempted a counter attack to his leg but he knocked me down with a back-handed motion as he drew his blade from the ground he struck. I flew across the street striking the curb with my left shoulder. He was definitely strong and has a definite purpose. I gathered my self and stood. I lunged towards him with a piercing motion to his shoulder. As he managed to parry my attack. I simotaniously drew my dagger out and with grace and agility on my side I slit the back of his kneecap and he fell to one knee. To my surprise he didn't let out any sort of way to let me know he was in pain except his interrupted breathing pattern. He stood again uttering, "I always underestimated you... You always had a few good tricks up your sleeve... But they won't save you this day..." I started to understand who my mystery man was. He stood again readying for another attack. I he progressed towards me I threw my dagger at his head. Barely missing his face I did manage to remove the hood off his head to finally reveal his identity. He stopped in his tracks and stood tall now that his face has been revealed. This man, my mystery attacker, was a man I haven't seen in decades, since my childhood. Although to see him again would have been a surprise, the fact he came back to kill me did not. "Long time no see huh?" he uttered. "Why have you bothered to come back after so long?" I inquired. "To put my demons to rest..." he whispered. "Vengence is what I seek and I will have it today!" I readied my sword again and said "If you want it bad enough come and get it then." Our battle of will strength and skill drew on to what seemed like an eternity. Blow after blow, strike after strike, it all seemed endless. "I'd thought you to be dead by now old man..." as I strike at his arm. "When your soul is sold just to put your demons to rest anything is possible..." he replied. We finally broke to each take a quick breath from our grueling battle."You sold your soul to kill me? Why do something so selfish and dishonoring?" as I prepared another attack. From out of no where he drew out a dagger brighter than the sun from my childhood was plunged into my heart. This man had won I thought as my life flashed before my eyes remembering all the hard time as a child and the abuse I underwent from my Stepfather. He left the blade in my chest and stood back with a hellasous laugh. I fell to my knees and looked at the hilt of the dagger. I took what strength I had left and pulled it out. As my stepfather watches my death he aknowledges my courage my chest starts to manipulate as if something were inside. From my wound a demon-looking finger reached out as if it were trying to escape. Confounded by what was happening and the fact I was still alive would haunt and torment the memories of any normal human. Finally enough fingers reached out from my chest to rip open and a demon lunged from my chest. My stepfather terrified asking "What the hell are you?" The demon replies "I am of what you created in this child so long ago and now I am here to settle the score." The demon reached out towards him and rips off the head. The demon then disappeared into a thick smoke which turned into a resemblence of a morning fog. I fell over with no more strength to live. Suddenly a great shadow arises from above in the form of a great wyrm. It started to speak in a tongue I never heard of before but somehow understood what it was saying. "We have seen how you embraced us through these times of doutb and misbelief. Now witnessing what you've done all these years to repress your demons we now see that we need you now more than ever. For which I shall heal your wound with half of my heart you will be strong as ever. That way you can hunt down your demon and put it to rest before it claims another victim." This great dragon placed half of his heart into my chest and laid a phoenix feather upon it to finish the reviving process. I gasped for air as if I held my breath for years. Now revitalized my life has taking a new course for the unwritten chronicles of my journey.