I rise back down. My feet touch the earth and the ground. Dust surrounds the floor. The floor is scratched in lightning. I grip my staff. It's had its fill of blood. I've missed you so much. Only one little human remains.
"Prince Average is too good a name for you." I say.
"Stop! What do you want??" He shrieks.
I grab him. I lift him up. I slam him into the ground. I pick him up.
"You're so pathetic." I laugh.
I throw him into the wall. I grab him again. I lift him up.
"Are you ready to die?" I ask.
"No, no, no. Not really. Definitely not." He says.
I let out a small chuckle. I drop him. I raise my staff.
"Merlin! Stop!" A voice yells.
I turn. She's running. Snow White. I... I turn. I back away. I thought I had locked away the monster. I'm not who I was thousands of years ago. I turn to a water puddle. This isn't me. I buried this. I buried this a long time ago. I grip my head. Stop this. Stop this now. Black smoke mixed with yellow surrounds me.
"Merlin!" Snow yells running.
I'm exhausted. I look down at my hand. I let out a sigh of relief. I gasp in the air. I haven't felt power like this for more than 5,000 years. My hands fall to my side. My vision starts blurring and shadows move in. I turn before I fall to my knees.
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𝔐𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔥
FantasyI can't believe I only have one Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs. So, I decided to change all that. 5,000 years ago, the demon general Maziroath created a dark curse after the entire demon army tried to take over Fairy Tale Island. The curse was said...
