Sparow's Journey part 1

It was freezing outside, the snow was coming down at a steady down pour, and it was the middle of nowhere. No sane man would be out here. But Sparow was used to the cold, the coldness that been put in his heart by his loving mom. But his mom didn't love him, he was just a pawn in her little game. Sparow couldn't trust anyone; he was alone, once again, like so many times before. But this time was different, he had no plans, everything had changed now.

Nowhere to go, No one to trust, all alone, just the way Sparow liked it.

Sparow wished there was a wall nearby he could hit, but the last time he saw a building was over an hour ago.

Sparow laughed to himself, if it wasn't for his mom harsh treatment and ice magic, he probably would have froze to death by now. How ironic, the very person who tried to kill him a few days ago was now saving his life.

Thinking back on the last couple of days reminded Sparow of his injury. Touching hi mask, which has covered his face since his childhood, told him he was still bleeding. It wasn't an opponent in the Tournament that injured him, but yet his own anger got him injured. After the betrayal of his mother, Sparow literally drove his head through a wall. This was the first time anger ever got the best of Sparow.

Sparow was wondering where he was going to go when he spotted a figure off in the distance. Who in the World would be crazy enough to be out here? Sparow was fighting off frostbite, could barely see straight, and could barely stand on his own two feet, any normal person wouldn't be able to last five minutes out here.

The image neared Sparow; it looked more and more like a mirage to Sparow. The image being pure white almost blended in with the snow.

"You shouldn't be out here," the figure said as it neared Sparow.

"Who are you?" Sparow demanded. One thing was for sure if Sparow wasn't crazy for being out here, he is defiantly crazy for yelling at a mirage.

"The name is Soul Warrior, the punisher of all evil," the figure said as he reached out for Sparow.

"Ahh, yes now I remember you. New Samurai kicked your ass in the tournament," Sparow laughed for no reason, maybe because he was losing his mind. Whatever it was Soul Warrior didn't react. "Well, since you are the punisher of evil, why don't you kill me right here, right now?" At this point Sparow couldn't care less if he lived or died, his life was a waist.

You my friend are not evil. You've been manipulated by an evil mind," Soul Warrior said with sympathy in his voice.

"Thanks for the history lesson. Now kill me now or let me pass," Sparow said with anger as he pulled out his sword.

"Sorry I can't let you pass."

"Fine then, either way, you or me dies right here!" Sparow took a swing at Soul Warrior, but his sword passed right through Soul Warrior's body.

"Tsk, tsk, someone should teach you some manners. Now come with me and I make everything better," Soul Warrior reached out for Sparow once again.

"Dream on, I don't need anyone's help!" Sparow was getting angrier by the second, which was very uncharastic of him.

"How I see it we can do things the easy way, or the hard way," Soul Warrior said sternly.

"I vote for the hard way," Sparow said defiantly.

"So be it, just remember this is for your own good," Soul Warrior slugged Sparow right in the jaw.

Sparow collapsed instantly in pain. Just before he lost conscious he could himself being dragged through the snow.

To be continued...