A tall woman in a long navy silk dress stands at the edge of a tower, looking at the remains of the kingdom. Her deep metallic silver hair flows around her and her silver catlike eyes glow in the moon light like coins.
Soft words flow from her lips in a soft beautiful melody in a beautifully, sad, and horrifying song is formed.
"When the lights glint out, for there is no praise.
For when the magic calls there is no one here.
When the lyre plays, not a soul pays..
When the twilight ends, we move on.
For one asks, what could there be?
When we sleep in the end.
What thy says, tis all a lie, for when darkness come, what will we fight."
She spurns and walks down the winding stone stairs.
"When time is idle, in the coolness of night?
Mage shall see, the moon light.
From the shadow's call
For what we see?
But thy only destroys for what is she."
She pulls a silver sword from her black belt.
"What must thy do, for life?
What will thy be if there is no light.
In the void, life goes on
In the Aether, we see not."
She trails her finger the length of the blade.
"The ink darkens what those not see
Light only warns for what is do.
For the silver shall destroy."
She pulls out a nether star.
"When the bottom star, Rises again
We will see the sun never rises again..."
Seto rereads the page multiple times, bronze eyes wide.
"No," he says to himself. Mrs. Ezell, the librarian, was dead.
"No." He lays the note down on to the desk with misty eyes. The funeral is tomorrow. At ten p.m.
"I'm sorry..."
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Mage's Curse
Mystery / ThrillerEverything was fine. The trees may be burning, the sun may not rise, time may be a scramble, Hell might be destroyed, but everything is fine. Almost Everyone may lay dead, I may be the last sorcerer, wizards might be defeating the warlocks, but ever...
