Halt Gao
Amber Hammer
Alaskan Wilderness
12:00 am, December 21st, 2012

The feeling of soft dirt underfoot

The sensation of the strong rock wall to be clung too

Halt snapped his eyes open, panting harder and shaking. The world seemed to be spinning all around, nothing had a footing. He could barely see straight. Halt managed to pick himself off the stone a bit, before teetering, and falling back onto the rocks. "Ow!" he yelped, rubbing his butt. He got up again, and looked around more. Something was wrong...he looked around, running in a circle. "Wait...STAR!" he shouts. "STAAAAR!" he shouts louder, and looks around quickly. The mewing he was so used to hearing, was gone, completely gone. He turned around again again, and looked down from the cliffs. The lights from his house were completely out. He gulped, scared majorly. "DADDY!" he shouts down, knowing his father could normally hear him. No sounds. He looks around more, and saw his blankets were gone. The cold began to bite into his flesh and arms.

Halt shivered, and looked around, his nose twitched in the cold. Something felt off...he looked around, and noticed something along the cliff below him. A red and gold shaft seemed to be sticking from a crack along it, with the head of whatever it was still under the rocks. Something felt..calm about it, like it wanted him, or something along those lines. He began to slid down to the hilt, and gently stood on it. He suddenly felt the earth, the power, and his body shook as it filled his soul. He saw images all over.

A wielder of a Scottish Claymore adorned with garnets... A weilder of an Englihs Longbow, covered in amethyists... A wielder of a large jousting lance adorned with topaz... And a wielder of a double-edged axe adorned with emerald... and a wielder with a long staff, set with shappieres.

Halt snapped back to where he was, and looked at the rocks. It was thin and weak along the shaft's end, whatever it could be. He grabbed the shaft, and yanked back hard, crying as it was thrown out and it hit a place near his head. it was a BIG hammer, about as tall as he was, with topazs and amber all along a golden hued gavel head. He blinks, and tries to lift it. it FELT right, but it seemed heavier than he could lift. he groaned, loudly, and tried to lift it. "Damn...it..." he groaned, before turning around for some help. He screamed as a shadow, or shade being, lept at him. Halt barely managed to roll away, the hammer still stuck, and tried to lift it again. "Not good not good!"