I grab her staffs. She struggles. I need to break them. I need to destroy mine. I feel the power bouncing around. It hurts to say the least. I grip the staff. She slams her claws into my chest. I wince. I see the power burning through my bandages. Oh... that's not good. I take out a spell. I place it on my staff.
Her face lights up in tears. She pushes harder. She knocks me to my knees. She rises up. I see the dead starting to move. It's now or never. I hear the others running. I see Assrack and Ilithius charging.
"Merlin!" I hear Snow White yell.
"I'm sorry to both of you." I say.
"What?" Pasheria says.
I ignite the spell blowing us both up.
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"Merlin!" I scream.
"Mitz!" Arhtur yells.
"Oh no..." Hans drops his pan.
"No..." Jack sighs.
Tears stream down my face. I grip the grass. Merlin!!! Why? I thought we agreed on no more sacrifices. I thought... I see the moon turning back to white and gray. The eclipse is over it looks like. I see the clouds breaking off. Fading like fog.
"He did it. He really did it." Arthur smiles.
"No. He only prolonged your doom." A voice says.
Pasheria rises. The other demon lords rise up.
"You will all die." Pasheria says.
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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...
