I wake up slowly. I look around. Where are we? The sky was dark black. Like the abyss. I look down. The ground feels hard and warm like charcoal. I see fire around. Fire that looks really big. This place feels evil. I can feel something wrapping around me, but I don't know what.
"Ow. My head." Jack stands up.
"Anybody know where we are?" Hans raises an eyebrow.
"Hell has been our prison for far too long." I hear.
I turn.
"Merlin?" I reach my hand forward.
Arthur grabs it.
"That's not Merlin. That's Maziroath." Arthur says.
"I am still so confused by it." Hans comments.
I see him next to a girl looking... creature. She had long blond hair and a dress made of black shadows. She was also holding some kind of staff. Arthur draws me back. This is the war. This is 5,000 years ago.
"We will lead a glorious uprising." She smiles.
"Of course. It is our destiny." Maziroath says.
"Our?" She turns to him.
He grabs her neck.
"Maziorath..." She mutters.
He opens his mouth, and a slimy tongue licks her neck. Jack grimaces. I almost throw up.
"Soon my dear soon, but first we go to war." He says.
"And win." She smiles.
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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...
