Dark stone reaches for a blood-red sky. Acid rain fell upon the stone while lava flowed like rivers. The ground shook, almost to object the constant barrage of agony upon its layers. At the peak of a mountain stood dark dressed man, with pale skin and eyes with literal fire in them. He stood by a dark fountain as he watched the world through the well of knowledge.
"You give to much, Prince of darkness."
The sky complained in a grumble as the dark clouds formed an obscure face. Neither male or woman. The voice sounded like a howling gale.
"He deserves so much more. I would give him the world if it was in my power," Ahriman said and smiled at the image of a young boy in the fountain.
"You cannot intervene too much. The prophesy..."
"Are mere shackles that bind the foolish. I will give him the power to decide his own fate. That will be my greatest gift to him," Ahriman snorted and turned his eyes to the sky.
"You care for him..." The face slowly faded and Ahriman grinned and closed his eyes. The acid rain could not harm him, but it still burned his skin.
"He is mine. He has always been mine."
YOU ARE READING
Primalcraft: Scourge of the Wolf (book 1)
FantasyBlake is a young boy from a small village in England. He moves to a school in Wales to get away from his painful past and hopes to start again in a new place. But everything isn't as it seems at Vale Academy. Blake is attacked by a wolf. An animal w...
