The Celestial Empire
Around midnight, the sky opened and with a large flash of what seemed to be lightning something dark collapsed from the vast abyss.
The Emperor watched from his window, that allowed him to view his land.
" So it begins," he told himself.
When his butler rushed into the room, he swiftly turned around and barked out a few orders.
"He's mine, all mine!" he cried right after the butler left, "I will not repeat my mistake again."
Not long after, a search party was sent out and a messenger came to His Highness' door.
The knock sounded shortly followed by the Emperor's least favourite words.
"Come in!" replied the Emperor, as if he was expecting someone.
"Your Highness," the stranger kneeled infront of the Emperor.
"Stand up, I have no need for this silliness." Oh, how he hated messengers - whether they were bearers of good or ill news.
"Of course, Your Highness."
"Now, tell me, what brings you here, to the Celestial Empire," said the Emperor finding that he was very interested in what the messenger had to say.
"Your Highness, I bring a piece of information you may find very useful, or so the my Lord, His Royal Highness of Navra believes,"
"Go on, I do not have the whole night for this," his impatience reflecting on his words.
"The King had it inscribed in this sealed scroll," he continued, "Does His Highness want me to read it out loud or would they prefer to read it on your own."
"Give that to me," the Emperor suddenly snapped, knowing that this information was nothing a simple messenger could read or even understand.
As he unravelled the scroll, a slight curl of the lip formed on his face. Finally, the news he had long been waiting for.
To His Royal Highness, Emperor of the Celestial Empire
Do not read if the seal has been broken.
Bad news has reached me. Another of my household is dead, my third general. Our kingdom needs aid that which needs to come soon, very soon. If all of my most trusted generals, heralds and officers are befallen by the illusions, our kingdom cannot be ready for the war that is close.
Enemy armies have reached the breach nigh not two days ago. They will be here by nightfall on the third day. I and my second general are assembling the armies but we cannot beat them. I have six thousand spears and three thousand on horseback.
Many are wounded and we cannot beat them. We are in dire need, please send more otherwise there will only be three lords of this continent. The Illusionist is coming. Many are turning to his side and leaving the ordinary world. The Illusionist is too powerful. We need more sorcerers and healers. Please help.
His Royal Highness,
King Ellornir II.
Yes, yes, finally. He will be mine. All mine.
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The Illusionist
FantasyAfter mysteriously appearing in the land of the Celestial Empire, Cassius finds out how to use his powers to protect himself from the evil government that had raised him. After months of practice, in his secret hideout, he masters the art of illusio...
