Finally he'd found the man he was looking for. He arrived at a mansion in the middle of nowhere, it took effort to find him. "This better be worth it," he muttered to himself. He rapped on the door, no one answered, he looked away for a moment and the door burst open. A man stepped out of the house, thrust his hand out an inch from the ancient's face, electricity crackled in the form of a bolt an inch from his face.
"You're an energy-thrower I see," said the ancient.
"Who are you?!" the man said in a gruff voice.
"I'm the man who can bring you revenge," replied the ancient.
He lowered his hand.
"On who?" he replied.
"On everyone, the Sanctuary, the dead man," he paused for a moment.
"Even Saracen Rue,"
"What do you need?" he said grinning.
"I need you're old soldiers from the war," he replied.
"Can you do that for me?"
"They fear me too much to decline the offer," he started.
"After all, there's a reason they call me The Butcher,"
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The Last ancient
Fanfiction*Undergoing some editing* Everyone just kind of assumed the last of the ancients died,well they were wrong. With more power than Darquesse herself the last of the ancients is going to destroy all sorcerers, but unfortunately the gang are a man down...
