I swung at him when I got close enough, he ducked it and another sword similar to the one I ‘stole’ from him appeared in his hand. He blocked as I swung down on him and pushed me off. I jumped back as he tried to slice my gut. He stood back up.

“How the hell are you still fighting?” he asked me.

“How did you stick around after I won the first one?” I responded.

“Ah, I see,” he charged at me.

I pushed his sword to the side as he tried to hit me, it threw him off balance. He fell onto his stomach and rolled onto his back, I prepared to run the same sword that went through my gut through his. I noticed something then, Drake looked like me. Albeit he was darker with red eyes that seemed to glow slightly, but otherwise it was like looking in a mirror. This caused me to hesitate; he took advantage of this and kicked my feet out from under me. Just as I fell on my back he quickly stood up and our positions were reversed. He held his sword at my neck.

“Looks like I win again,” he said smiling at me.

“Why is it that you look like me?” I asked him.

“I do? I always have this appearance in this area,” he looked down at himself then looked at me. “Well now that’s interesting.” He pulled his sword away and it vanished. He started to walk away.

“Aren’t you going to finish it!?” I yelled at his back.

“I don’t feel like it,” he turned back towards me and smiled, but it was different then the other times he smiled somehow. “Besides, I kind of like you, you remind me of myself.”

He turned away and disappeared into a cloud of darkness, suddenly everything went bright again. I awoke on the forest floor; the sun was shinning in my eyes. I moved my hand to block it and looked around. I stood up and stretched, it felt rather awkward with my dead weight of a left arm hanging limply.

“So, he’s always looked like that?” I said to myself.

“Hey, you’re awake again,” said a voice from behind me.

“Wah!” I jumped, I looked behind me, it was John. “Damn you scared the shit out of me.”

“Oh, sorry. Well you’re looking better,” he smiled.

“What do you mean?” I asked

“Well, last night your whole body was as dark as your arm,” he looked at it. “What did you mean by ‘I’m not Davis’?”

“Oh, well, I can’t really explain it,” I grabbed my arm. “Something just seems to take over me at night, ever since this happened to my arm.”

“Like a demonic possession?”

“I suppose you could call it that.”

“Hey, I’m no demon!” Drake said through me, shaking my left fist.

“What the, what’s up with your voice?” John asked looking confused.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Drake said. “It’s different because Davis isn’t the one speaking.” I touched my throat, I’m never going to get used to that.

“Then who is speaking?” John asked sounding more curious than anything else.

“My name is Drake, and I saved your life last night.”

“Not without incentive,” I thought to him, I didn’t think it would be a good idea to say it aloud.

“Oh, thanks for that, I guess you saved us both then. Wait, are you from here Drake?”

“Not this area, but I’m from this world.”

“So you know where we are?”

“Yeah, you’re in Felarya.”

“Felarya huh?” I thought to myself. “Sounds fairytaleish to me.”

“Speaking of which there are fairies in Felarya.” Drake thought to me.

“Really?” I asked him.

“Yep, oh speak of the devil,” I saw one fly from behind one tree to another. “Davis.”

“What?”

“Run.”