There once was a time on this earth where people could do magic. This is the story of one man. Alistair Blackbird. He could do magic. But somehow he got sucked into modern times! Can he get back before Astrak the dark His enemy can find him? Oh it's...
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A world away our story starts once again in front of a dark castle made of obsidian, making the eerie full moon cast an equally eerie glow on the whole area. This is the castle of Astrak. Lord of all evil. We see him now in a room in the hellish castle.
A hellish tattoo rang through the dark hall. Repeating more fiercely by the second. We meet Astrak sitting in a throne of human thigh bones lashed together by magic. Soon a man in a black cloak came bustling in with an air of importance.
Astrak spoke first:
"What news?" He bellowed impatiently.
"I was not able to find much, the damned country mages are masterful." said the spy.
"DO NOT BLAME YOUR INCOMPETENCE ON THOSE FOOLS!" Astrak boomed.
"But I did manage to find out what their counterplot is!" said the man hastily.
" Don't waste time what is it?!" said the evil lord anxiously
"They plan to send in their best man to 'negotiate' with us" Replied the spy.
"Send in your best men Alathor Win this and I promote you. By the way, who is the 'best man?'" Inquired Astrak.
