Styx, Part 1

At first, Sam could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing—as if the senses he’d been born with were suddenly gone and only the emptiness of the void existed around him. Within this darkness, he heard the familiar laughter of the old giant who hounded him even in dreams.

'You will fail, little hero,' whispered that malevolent voice. 'Pride will rise, and your world will fall.'

Sam had heard that voice often enough that he no longer felt goosebumps rise on his skin these days, making it easy to shrug off the evil aura that stretched its bony fingers toward his mind.

'Go away, Lord of Nerds,' Sam growled. 'Wait… that’s an insult to my fellow nerds… It would be better to call you the Lord of the Black Turds.'