The Umbral War

[Scythe]

How long had Scythe been away? He could not remember. The spear had been broken, and all he was left with were his Gifts. He had tracked the Wyrm-spawn through several realms. But it was the Umbra to which it was drawn to.

The Umbral Realm isn't the world in its most perfect. It is not the karnal image. It is the primordial one. It is the world where the Weaver, the Pattern-Spiders to be exact, exert order over the universe. When one is in the Umbra, what is not in the same realm seems hazy, blurry, insubstantial. Mute and deaf at the same time. It is also where the worst of destruction can happen. Take a school for example. Within the Umbra, it is hazy, with several cob-web like structures holding the foundations. Destroy those webs, and the school outside of the Umbra begins to fall apart.

Scythe had been taught many things, but now, they would be tested. The Wyrm-spawn twas feeding. A poor, man soul. It rended the goodness of it, replaced it with evil. A fomori. Scythe moved quickly, and as silent as he could possibly muster. He moved in a curve, and at the very last moment, he leapt. His claws and talons dug deep, his jaws bit powerfully. The battle could not last long, for Scythe bit hard upon the Wyrm's most weakened parts. It's body lurched, flung its length about, before its body came to settle. Scythe breathed hard, and remained in that state for what seemed like hours. But, with a reluctancy, he released the beast. He stood atop the, quickly, decaying body, rose his hands in the form of fists into the air, and let forth a howl. A howl which spoke of his victory. But just as quickly, everything was taken from him.

An arrow, dipped in poison, sliced through the air with ease. It bit hard into his shoulder, sending him from on top of the beast, to the ground below. Inadvertently, his body walked. It stepped sideways through the realms, and was leaning against a tree, blood pouring from his wound. He breathed hard.

In the Umbra, wounds are easily healed, and harder to inflict. But, outside of the Umbra, they were as real as the earth. Would he die, or would he be saved by some benevolent being?