The lone cloaked figure strolled on the border between dwarf and goblin Clans. What better way to start a war than upsetting a bunch of dwarves? Nothing. And that's what the figure had planned. His winged bat-like creature squawked on his shoulders nervously.
"There's nothing to fear, my creation." He soothed the creature. "Soon this world will be in my hands once more. And starting with these pathetic Clans, I can do just that." The creature, again, squawked. "Yes, I know, the ogres were just a minor setback. But don't you worry, dwarves are unpredictable, and soon these lands will be covered in blood." The figure glanced at the Goblin Clan, then at the Dwarf Clan.
He took out a single worn out book and opened it up to a certain page. "All we need," he said as he let his finger run down the page. "Is a certain spell." The cloak figure began to chant in an unknown tongue. He began glow a light green as his chanting started to pick up speed. The light soon started to become blinding. The creature on his shoulder flew to the nearest tree in fright. When all was done, and the light soon died, the cloak figure, who sat down on his knees in exhaustion, smiled. "May Arula fall." He said breathlessly. "May it crumble beneath your feet... Creator."
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World Of Light (Arula: Two)
FantasyThe Arula Series Book Two With Termis over throned peace is restored to Arula, or so Karma thought. Already having trouble with trying to find a new ruler for the human kingdom, a injured sprite stumbles into the Shurli palace, telling Karma that th...
