He stood there. Staring blankly at what used to be a king. In his very hands he was holding the faith of the world. A small sphere known as magic. The man could hear the cries of the people calling for her. It was corrupted. The man moved the sphere close to his heart. While doing so, images of a small girl with white hair flashed before his eyes.
He didn't care about them. He didn't care about anyone anymore. His eyes where as black as his heart. This was it, the sphere was so close to his heart that he could feel it beating. Slowly thumping faster every second. What's going to happen next? Will this kill him? All these thoughts where recurring in his head.
It was done. The very magic he was holding in his hand was now in him. As he did so every living creature inside that city died. No human was seen alive except the selfish man who kept on smiling throughout.
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The Force Of Nature
Fantasy'Long ago the Mother of Nature gave birth to a king. In this King she planted Magical energy, because of this energy mortals where able to use different types of magic and bend nature to their will. One day a selfish man took advantage of the King's...
