In the far land of Asxairo, off the distant ruins of the Rovien Sea lives a damnation to the kingdoms. She is something beyond the great bounds of the ancestors and the Gods. She is an unstoppable force and she has a mission to complete.
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His hands were shaking, red after a long night from gripping the end of the slim pen that now fell between his slim fingers. Matted hair plastered upon his forehead, starry eyes gazing upon the long handwritten letter he had written.
Every detail of what had happened, every person, every event, every word uttered to him was all documented on the piece of paper, his uniquely difficult and intertwining signature signed at the bottom of the document.
The day's sunlight was barely spreading upon the world, little streaks of the sun still spilling on the cobblestone grounds of the kingdom. His window, set up high to make it impossible to see outside even glittered with what seemed to look like diamond embellishments, the sun spraying through the tiny cracks.
Sighing, Castrin ran his fingers through his dark hair, getting up from his chair and rolling the letter in his hand in a tight scroll. His eyes went over to the drawer at the bottom of the table, pulling it open and revealing a red ribbon scattered amongst other stuff.
Feeling rather formal, he took it out of its dark place and wrapped the skinny decoration around the slim body of the document, tying the ends into a tight bow before letting the paper fall from his grasp.
It hit the table with an inaudible thud, waiting to disappear.
Slowly, the Dark Magic Summoner closed his fingers around the paper, gripping it tightly as he allowed his eyes to close shut, his mind wandering to the one person he needed this letter to reach.
The one person that could untangle him from this mess he had been pulled into.
"To Draco" he simply uttered to the letter, watching with careful eyes as the magic within him began swirling around his fingers, creating a dark cloud littered with bright, pulsing stars.
It was beautiful, a monster, an energy slowly engulfing the letter within its depths until the dark cloud had surrounded the fragile piece of paper, his signature no longer visible.
Then like the wind, the stars around his magic imploded and the letter disappeared within his reach, engulfing into nothing but thin air as it made a journey through magical bonds and light.
Feeling his chest rise and fall again, Castrin pushed his chair back in, pulling the sleeves of his black robe over his long arms, concealing the bright red veins that burned through his skin.
His eyes traveled around his little home, books forming to create a mountain of knowledge, all of which he knew word for word. It was his safe place, drowning himself in all of the words the books had to provide, learning facts and events he had witnessed with his eyes.
He knew he wasn't learning much but what else was there to know when one has seen what has already been told?
Pulling the front of his robe over his naked chest, feeling a slight chill waft through his home, the Dark Magic Summoner was more than ready to bury himself back into bed with a bottle of wine and forget his day.
