Asher was running. He didn't know from what; all he knew was that he had to run. He was running through a dark forest covered in fog. A maniacal laugh came from all directions. Asher stopped and turned in every direction, trying to find the source.
"That was only the beginning, boy." The voice said. From the darkness of the woods Necros stepped out.
"If you had trouble with that, you won't stand a chance against me." He said.
Asher tried to catch fire, but couldn't. It had suddenly gotten very cold.
Necros laughed again and taunted, "You cold there, 'Hot Guy'?"
Asher was shivering at this point. It was freezing. He tried to speak but couldn't. He couldn't move either.
Necros walked right up to him and whispered in his ear, "Sweet dreams."
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Elementalists: The Pyromancer
FantastikAsher actually believed that the world was against him. He really did. His whole life he's been seen as nothing more than a mistake. Asher was 15 with short brown hair, and orange eyes. Not Amber. Orange. Eyes that viewed 15 years of misery. His fat...
