That's right. SD's gone back to writing. My other thread died, so I'm reposting the story. I'm a few chaps ahead so that means I have more time to write chaps (no more month long updates) and I get new readers.
Enjoy for those of you who don't know the story yet. Those of you who have been following it, sorry, but you're gonna have to wait a bit before you can see the next chap. It won't be too long, maybe a few days.
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Prologue: Acquaintance with Power
All it needed was the thought…
There was no need for fancy gestures or ridiculous incantations. The chaos…all it needed was the thought. And why not? For such destruction is always hungry, constantly looking for new things to feed upon. And if it took such a quick method to unleash it, then it made the destruction even more voracious.
And Xeron relished it.
He walked calmly through the village, his black cape billowing in the breeze behind him. Black was such a favorable color to those of the dark realm, as Xeron’s appearance suggested. Then again, black wasn’t considered a color, more like an enigma. And he wanted to be an enigma. He wanted strike fear and hopelessness into the hearts of all; he wanted to make birds stop singing and the wind fall silent. He wanted…power.
The only thing that wasn’t black, besides his fair complexion, was his pair of gleaming yellow eyes. The fearsome eyes of the dark realm; the eyes that were like columns of fire that could burn right through you; the eyes that brought despair within its malevolent gaze. And they were his.
As he passed by the small, wooden hovels, they each suddenly burst into black flames. Ah, fire. He loved to observe its hungry tongue lick at those of innocence and watch its fiery form slowly engulf it and grow in power. This particular black flame was one that could not be extinguished.
He kept walking, his malicious gaze still concentrated on ahead. More houses were eaten by the hungry blaze. People suddenly fell down and died and their livestock turned into large, indescribable fiends. When Xeron reached the other side of the village, he still walked on, not caring to look back at his handiwork. The houses were nothing but charred remains and the monsters that were once peaceful animals began to feed on their masters’ pale bodies.
A few yards from where Xeron was, a dark figure stood. He appeared to be thin, but his upper body was concealed in a cloud of inky black darkness that swirled constantly. What could be seen of his body was black, except for his skin, which was a dark blue hue.
When Xeron approached, a voice emanated from the cloud, a voice that was gilded with power. “I have removed the seal on the Arcane’s power. Are you satisfied?”
Xeron glanced behind him at the village for the first time. “Very much, indeed.”
“Then give them to me, now!”
Xeron examined his gauntlets. “I think not, Arek.”
Before Arek could become enraged, an orb appeared in Xeron’s palm, which pressed into Arek’s hidden face. Arek screamed; it was an unearthly screech. Chains appeared on his legs and arms, although they were invisible.
“A Binding? From whence did you learn such a spell?”
Xeron grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” And suddenly, they both disappeared, dissolving into blends of shadows and blue flame.
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This tale is based on an RP I made a while ago. I would like to thank Jet, Sora the warrior, and TWDIS for contributing to the plot, although I’ve tweaked the storyline.
Note that this is not a collaboration.
Enjoy for those of you who don't know the story yet. Those of you who have been following it, sorry, but you're gonna have to wait a bit before you can see the next chap. It won't be too long, maybe a few days.
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Prologue: Acquaintance with Power
All it needed was the thought…
There was no need for fancy gestures or ridiculous incantations. The chaos…all it needed was the thought. And why not? For such destruction is always hungry, constantly looking for new things to feed upon. And if it took such a quick method to unleash it, then it made the destruction even more voracious.
And Xeron relished it.
He walked calmly through the village, his black cape billowing in the breeze behind him. Black was such a favorable color to those of the dark realm, as Xeron’s appearance suggested. Then again, black wasn’t considered a color, more like an enigma. And he wanted to be an enigma. He wanted strike fear and hopelessness into the hearts of all; he wanted to make birds stop singing and the wind fall silent. He wanted…power.
The only thing that wasn’t black, besides his fair complexion, was his pair of gleaming yellow eyes. The fearsome eyes of the dark realm; the eyes that were like columns of fire that could burn right through you; the eyes that brought despair within its malevolent gaze. And they were his.
As he passed by the small, wooden hovels, they each suddenly burst into black flames. Ah, fire. He loved to observe its hungry tongue lick at those of innocence and watch its fiery form slowly engulf it and grow in power. This particular black flame was one that could not be extinguished.
He kept walking, his malicious gaze still concentrated on ahead. More houses were eaten by the hungry blaze. People suddenly fell down and died and their livestock turned into large, indescribable fiends. When Xeron reached the other side of the village, he still walked on, not caring to look back at his handiwork. The houses were nothing but charred remains and the monsters that were once peaceful animals began to feed on their masters’ pale bodies.
A few yards from where Xeron was, a dark figure stood. He appeared to be thin, but his upper body was concealed in a cloud of inky black darkness that swirled constantly. What could be seen of his body was black, except for his skin, which was a dark blue hue.
When Xeron approached, a voice emanated from the cloud, a voice that was gilded with power. “I have removed the seal on the Arcane’s power. Are you satisfied?”
Xeron glanced behind him at the village for the first time. “Very much, indeed.”
“Then give them to me, now!”
Xeron examined his gauntlets. “I think not, Arek.”
Before Arek could become enraged, an orb appeared in Xeron’s palm, which pressed into Arek’s hidden face. Arek screamed; it was an unearthly screech. Chains appeared on his legs and arms, although they were invisible.
“A Binding? From whence did you learn such a spell?”
Xeron grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” And suddenly, they both disappeared, dissolving into blends of shadows and blue flame.
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This tale is based on an RP I made a while ago. I would like to thank Jet, Sora the warrior, and TWDIS for contributing to the plot, although I’ve tweaked the storyline.
Note that this is not a collaboration.
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