Everything around blurs, and suddenly, some of the images become clear... Something black looms above you... large... glowing with a deathly light from within. A bony hand reaches out to your neck and begins to choke you... You gasp for air... everything blurs...
Before you is the sea! You are lying on the sand... but what is this fresh sea air that burns your throat... your body rejects it... You are drawn to the water... there is a fire inside... you continue to gasp for air, even though no one seems to be choking you anymore... A sea wave approaches you... it is getting closer... it is getting bigger... it brings salvation... but why is it approaching so slowly?! A real fire is tearing through your lungs... You realize that you are a fish lying on the shore of the ocean, and only THIS WAVE can save you from death... but why is it moving so agonizingly slowly?
After what seems like an eternity, the wave crashes over you, and you feel its sweet, slightly salty taste inside...
You are standing on a rock on a small, rocky island in the middle of the ocean, and you spit out the suddenly disgusting, salty seawater!
Waves crash against the solitary rocks. The island is very small. At the other end of it (about five steps away from you) stands a Death Knight. A torrent of thoughts rushes into your head. You clearly remember everything in the smallest detail... In your left hand, you hold the same sword that glows with a deathly green-blue light, the one you found in Necropolis. You realize that before you is the soul (apparently, Death Knights have one) of the Death Knight that you killed with that strange sword. You somehow know that you must defeat it now, no matter what, otherwise... it will take over your body, and your soul will be in eternal slavery to Death.
The scythe of death barely sways in your direction, and the empty, bony hand glows a little brighter, but the Death Knight does not move... It just looks at you with its empty... terrifying eye sockets.
I focused and cleared my mind of all unnecessary thoughts... I raised my sword... I took a breath and, with a terrifying cry, rushed at the image of the Death Knight, aiming the tip of the blade at its body...
© Ринго Старр


