TW & Disclaimer: This chapter will include Uncomfortable topics as in Self harm, Death by their own hands, murder and blood. The image I’m using is not mine, if the progression of the story gets too much for you then please stop reading!
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...Everyone was screaming for their lives...
...Bodies everywhere. Ripped and torn to shreds...
...Fire spreading everywhere...
...Pain. Too much pain to take in...
It was loud...Too loud for little old me.
They tried to get me away from there...To take me far away.
We were caught and surrounded by these...Strange soldiers.
No life was in there eyes.
Someone's doing this...but who? And why..?
To raise an whole army from the Dead is Difficult...
Mother told me that The more Powerful a necromancer is...
The more bodies they can control like puppets.
Magic is strange...it's weird-but it's beautiful in so many different ways that you could ever imagine.
...How it can affect things and people all at once.
How it can either Be used for good like helping the sick and the injured and fixing major problems.
How it can Destroy things with just a flick of a wrist. How it can be given to the wrong person and we'd be screwed for life.
Corrupted and manipulate someone's mind without a a second thought.
Use them like a puppet for it's own games and pleasure...like a parasite.
Drive them to insanity...to be killed by their own stupidity and pride.
To be killed by their ignorance and arrogance.
To be killed by their own Hands.
Or...To kill those around you either by accident or...
It's funny...How Magic is supposed to help you find out you're true identity...
Yet...look how that went.
Wars, crimes, Murder and death have rapidly increased since then.
And magic was supposed to be used for the great or good?
It was never meant for that one purpose.
Never has been and never will be.
It will always be for anyone's disposal.
That's how I saw it at least.
I ran away...like a coward.
And made it to the great church That was hidden among the hills and trees.
They may be gone...but...
Perhaps she's still alive...Perhaps they're still alive...
May the Gods help me find those bastards again.
Let their souls be crushed and their blood spilled on the Earthly ground of the fields that call me.
May they pray for their pathetic lives as I tear them apart and take back what was once mine.
The Peace, the childhood, the love and the Safe haven that I once called..
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