Alright, thanks for the tips. I'm trying to post the areas I think need the most work. Now for part 2.
Sub-Chapter III
The Vengeful Soul
"Time and time again, I see your eyes in my dreams, but this time... I will become your nightmare!"
A shadow of a figure sprinted through the seemingly endless forest. Shrouded by the darkness of the canopy, the soul searched for the one thing that will release him from his vengeful shell.
"I'm close! I can feel it!" thought the entity. Suddenly, a demon of the undead spouted from the ground and howled with a menacing tone.
"Out of my way! I don't have time for the likes of you!" yelled the figure. With one quick motion, the demon is split in two and then vaporized into thin air. Not taking time to look back, the entity kept running through the forest with exhilarating speed. Then, the figure stopped at a hill, overlooking the vast valley at the base of the sacred mountain. The figure appeared to be a man; however, he also shared the traits of a dragon. His entire body except his lower face is entirely covered up by full plate armor which resembled a black dragon. Wielding nothing but a small, metal lance, he absorbed his surroundings.
"Finally, I'm there! Now all I have to do is go up..." said the man. Peering at the breathtaking view of the sunrise over the peak's side, he trembled where he stood as if gravity around him suddenly became twice as strong.
"I can do this, I know I can do this, I have to do this!" shouted the man, as the enormous peak towered over him. Taking one final deep breath he proceeded to the base of the mighty mountain. Glancing at the few ledges that jutted from the side of the earthly wall, he leapt for the nearest one and grabs a hold. He struggled to pull himself to the next ledge and proceeded to the next and then the next. Suddenly, the ground started shaking and the man falls back to the bottom.
"What? How is there an earthquake?" He attempted to climb again, glancing around and cautiously watching his footing with every step. Several hours later, exhausted and beaten, he reached a small cave. Above it is a towering statue of what appeared to be an ancient god.
"Huh?" he panted, "Could I be...there?"
Those words echoed throughout the cave, as if thousands of others had said them at once, and then the ground started to shake again, just like before. However, unlike before something caught his eye.
"Am I seeing this right? Did that thing just...move?" The statue guarding the cave sprang to life as though it had just been frightened. Leaving its frozen position, a large, stone foot blocked the path of the man.
"What is this? A guardian of the shrine? Damn... This is the last thing I need." The guardian then took one mighty swing sending him flying into the cave. Reclaiming his footing he drew his trusty lance and made a powerful slice to the golem's leg. The blow bounced off as though it had been against rubber. The golem reacted to this with a swift kick, sending him flying into a wall.
"Damn... I can't hurt it! How am I supposed to kill this thing!?" he yelled angrily. As the golem approached the broken warrior, it readied itself for another powerful blow. The warrior narrowly avoided the blow; however, he was still stricken by the impact. Bleeding and gasping for air, the warriors eyed the area, scanning for a method of safety, however, while pursuing he was caught off guard and is crushed by the enormous fist of the golem. As the golem continued crushing his body, he struggled and squirmed but he could not escape.
"I'm done for... I... can't... take anymore..." weakly spoke the warrior. "I'm... sorry mother... father..." just as he spoke these last words, he felt his life slipping away, thinking of all that he has done and all he has lost. Thinking of how hard he trained, how hard he struggled to survive, but one image sparked something within him. The picture of his family, his village, his friends. Then came the figure of the one he had been seeking, the black dragon. Darker than night itself he saw those deep red eyes, those blood-ridden claws, the seemingly endless darkness that followed it. The sight of this image struck fear, hatred, and anger into his heart. The thought of letting that creature survive drove him to his limits, drove him beyond his maximum potential. He gained a new found strength using these emotions, and as if he had been fully rejuvenated, his body sprang full of energy and life.
Using this new found power he held up the golem's crushing fist and redirected its might into a nearby wall. Enraged, the golem then charged forth towards him as though it were a runaway freight train. Thinking quickly, he slipped out of its path and the behemoth hurled itself of the edge of the mountain and into the forest below, its body shattered as it hit the thick ground and trees.
"Serves you right!" yelled the warrior, and as those words echoed into the distance, he turned around. There, inside that cave, stood the one thing he had been searching for.