The Suns twirled ominously in the sky, shining pure light down onto the dry, cracked earth. A muscled boy stood on the center of a ring, surrounded by a circle of magic that followed lines of chalk that were etched into the soil, several bodies stood by him, animals mostly, weird and wonderful creatures that seemed to escape the trap of imagination, lingering on the plains of netherworld, were they naturally live.
The boys chest heaved up and down and his hand sparked with magic, a long black fringe covered his piercing eyes, their colour had changed to a deep orange, due to the magical awakening inside of him. A light scythe rested on the earth, it's blade stained blue with blood, a shadow moved along the ground and out of the soil came a creature literally made up of rocks, the boy raised his hand and an explosion of white energy funnelled towards the beast, melting it. The boy continued to breathe heavily, the magic taking a toll on him, an old man stood in the corner, hidden from view, a small withered hand rested on a wooden cane, his other hand on the wall.
"Very good." The old man yelled, his voice booming, his wrinkled features crushing together into a proud frown, the boy had done it, it had taken him ten months, but he had become adept with magical arts, the worlds may have a chance now. The boy snorted at the old mans comment and wiped his brow, he picked up his scythe and stabbed it into the still shaking body of a creature, it looked like a large worm, with plates as strong as steel, its still pincer mouth shined in the light.
"Don't be so vain, child." The old man spat, clearly he hated being ignored. "Respect your elders, didn't your parents ever teach you this!"
'Yeah, whatever old man.' Thought Jadek, the young boy in the ring, his proud and toned legs pounding against the ground, hands bound round the handle of the scythe, it's black crystal absorbing the light.
"You're finally an adept, how do you feel?" The old mans words echoed inside Jadek's head, along with the hissing and spitting of many of the vile beasts he had to slay to reach this level of potential in magic.
"Normal." Jadek lied, he was fuming, the old man had pushed him his hardest, whilst the armies of Netherworld were destroyed in Mezathon, the survivors speaking of...The Good Will of the princess. Dark magic they called it, evil. Jadek was born to fight evil, he would cleanse his homeworld of the demons, he had wasted 10 months of his life devoted to the cause already, and he was not about to give up here.
"Are you sure he's the one?" An Angelic voice spoke.
"Yes, he is the one, he is Jadek..."
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The Darkness Complete.
FantasyNote: NOT COMPLETE, that is the title of the story. When a 16 year old guard for the holy town of Croftmine is pulled deep into the unholy dark waters and into a new world, things begin to get carried away. The drums of war echo and he must fight or...
