The rays from the winter sun caressed my fluttering eylids as I woke up. I sat upright and rolled my neck in an effort to loosen its stiffness. The bed was harder than I remembered. I was in my old room, the one I shared with my brother for many years. It was as we had left it, practically unchanged. The desk on the corner still had our names which we etched in there with a penknife. There were other names too, names of Dara's past students. Names of heroes and villains of times long past. Dara was incredibly old, older than the kingdom itself. Nobody really knew his exact age. He was a constant in the ever changing times.
I push the sheets away from myself and stand up with a huff. I stretch my back a few times, feeling my bones creek. I head to the back of the room where an old sink was set up. The iron was brown with age, but the water was untainted. I splash my face a few times and look at the mirror in front of me.
Grey hair covered the edges of my hair and beard, a sure sign of aproaching age. Hard lines sculpted my mouth into a shadow of a scowl. My skin was tan and weatherbeaten. My eyes were of the blackest night that held nothing but pools of worry and despair. I looked like a warrior, just after his prime. A man who's body is a testament to his numbered days. I was....Getting older. The thing Tor hated the most.
Age is for the weak. We have power, why don't we use it to live forever? I refuse to bow down to time. I swear... I will become a god. Time will bow to me before I kill it!
Tor. How foolish you are.
Time exists for a reason. To wipe clean the mistakes of the past. To give the people of today another chance at finding tomorrow. Those who don't age pass down the lessons learnt from the past to those who look for tomorrow. Time exists only because we exist. If time is destroyed , then we are destroyed.
No power, however strong can repair a broken world.
Author's note
Let the final act begin! No messing around this time. This is where you'll get to really see Walter use his power.
I promise to not disappoint.
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A Warrior through and through
FantasyWhen Walter left his old life to begin a new one with the love of his life, he believed that there would be no need to use his god like powers ever again. He was wrong. Fifteen years later, his wife disappeared in battle, presumed dead by everyone...
