Marsh Armor beginning

I began this and decided to rewrite it you can expect to see it on Deviant Art soon

            IT occurred on a day much like today that a young boy by the name of Masterin was traveling through the more desolate parts of the Galamash Glade. As he scanned the horizon before him he could see a few trees in the thick fog that covered this rather barren part of the glade. This part of the forest had been called by the town’s people as “Wraith Swamp”The screams of men and women filled the air as his feet trembled through the forgotten wasteland. A strange oak-brown haze had filled the air, there was barely a light brown outline where the trail had been leading Masterin, on one side, a sheer cliff leading straight into a nasty black body of water, on the other to a pit of what seemed to be dangerously wet mud. However, since the fog made the path near impossible to even see, Masterin had been shooting an arrow into the ground every couple feet to mark his path.

            Now only a couple feet away from him Masterin spotted a pile of what appeared to be black rocks through the haze. As he got closer he realized that it was not a pile of black rocks but rather, a pile of discarded black armor, randomly left in the center of the path. As he walked past the armor he could hear a strange clanking sound behind him, louder and louder causing him to stop in his tracks. He could feel a presence behind him. As he turned around he found that the suit of armor had formed into its correct shape and now was flailing above its head a ball and chain, which was likely heavier than the armor itself.

            “Aw… crap…” he muttered to himself as he placed his hand on his sword. Watching the ball circle around above the armor’s head