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Post: 55854541_1 created on Tue Nov 03, 2009 1:50 amPosted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 1:50 am
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In the land of Fayra creatures of magic used to live freely un-hindered, yet governed by one ruler. He was once a kind man, until the queen died. Then things just seemed to change. The king was not himself anymore. The grief of his loss drove him to the depths of depression. Until someone new came into his life. Her name was Acacia. The king changed entirely, he became happy and was able to enjoy his life with his family. But things changed again. After the king had left to hunt for pagans, in the land of Fayra. He returned to find his lady love worshiping with a group of others to a Demigod. The king went into a rage killing all the worshipers. But when he got to his wife he stopped, he could not bring the sword down. Siegfried saw too much of his former wife in her and he still loved his current wife. In despair he turned the blade back on himself. Hoping to end his pain. But a voice sounded in his ear. “Do you wish for it to stop? The pain…. The sorrow? I can do this for you….” Siegfried looked around and searched for the origin of the voice “Who are you?” A friend….. If you will allow it…. “What is it that you want!? Can you take it away? All of it?” I can….. I just need one little thing from you. A sacrifice. My powers will not be free. I only need one life. She will do nicely…the voice purred. Siegfried slowly turned his head to look at his wife. A crazed look was in his eye as he began to chuckle. “You may take her; just release me from this pain!” The voice turned from a harsh whisper to a deep bass. The bargain has been struck. You shall be released from your pain! A pillar of flames engulfed Acacia, her screams pierced through the castle as she was burned alive, both body and soul. A ring of fire surrounded Siegfried and began to slowly rotate around him, building in intensity. Siegfried could feel power flowing into his limbs but there was something else; he could feel something invading his mind. He fell to his knees and grabbed his head as the demon worked its way inside. The tiny part of the consciousness that was Siegfried cried out in despair at what it had done. But it was too late. The creature’s work was done. The being stood using Siegfried’s body. Siegfried is no more! I AM Sarthaz!
From then on the world began to descend into a time of chaos and war. Sarthaz simply sits on his throne and laughs at the carnage he enjoys so much. But there is a faint glimmer of hope. A resistance movement as started. In the undergrounds f the capital city a small light shows. Will the resistance triumph? |
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