The sound of screams, the smell of blood, the feel of fire. These are the raw and primitive elements that create the battlefield. These are the elements creatures of war thrive upon. One such of these creatures stood out from the crowd of corpses: Eclipse. His chiseled and pale features created depth using the shadows casted by the raging flames behind him. His jet black hair streaked in sweat and reflected the same empty darkness as his merciless, piercing eyes. The air around him was a void of isolation. Even the gravity around him seemed different, as there was deep sense of importance in his steps.
A small child huddled under a slab rock that was propped against a burning tree from the explosion. The child shook it's parent, desperately pleading for the parent to wake. It was too late. For by the time the child turned around and realized Eclipse was right behind. Eclipse's hand was already extended and aimed at the child's forehead. His face was expressionless, cold, and exhausted. There was once a joy and expression in his life. But that was a long, long time ago.
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The Dawn of Eclipse
FantasyIn a land where dragons, hunters, warriors, and sorcery that undoubtedly exists, no one wants a part of it. Not at the cost it comes at. However, four Children of Prophecy will be forced to become the source of all magic. They are simply given...
