The world that had once been full of human advancement, and over populated with the like, had long since ceased. The survivors called it the Plague of Darkness. Black magic had covered the known world smothering almost all under its corrupting touch. Those who had perished had choked on the waves of that magic which reached every corner of the Earth.
The modern world had fallen. Electricity came to a sudden halt with no one to operate the complex systems. Phones and satellites became dead isolating the ones who lived. In the wake of the new world there was chaos. Those too young or old to fend for themselves passed. The ones young enough to survive hid or rose up to take over what was left of the world. Most families went away from the major cities and protected themselves. Others banded together to create communities and rebuild places that had become ghost towns
The witches of the world were untouched by this catastrophe. Just as there was white, black and regular magic there were many different types of witches. Now as the sole survivors the worst and the best emerged. Raiders, thieves, and murderers took advantage of the time of terror. Doctors, soldiers, and other skilled witches tried to stop this and help those who were harmed during the first outbreak of violence. Without humans, life was not the same.
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The next generation (The strings of fate)
Fantasythis is a story my best friend @DanielTheIrish and I wrote together their character is Maro, and mine is Constance and Mimi, we both alternated writing places and other minor characters. it's a story about two witches. and how they undid a catastrop...
