The Universe was a terrifying pit of darkness, a gaping hole in reality without an ending. Despite the emptiness, there was a tiny glimmer of light that dare burst through. The light was the spark to ignite a magical core, the very essence of one's soul. Light rose to meet the darkness, as equals in the cosmic universe. Thus, the Four Magicks were crafted: Light, Reality, Darkness, and Soul. With the harmonious elemental union of Dark and Light, something new was created-The Wielder. He was the first of humanity, blessed with the powers of the Four. Their essence rippled through him and as other beings were born, the Four's essence dispersed amongst the universe, with various planets filled with magical users. Rarely could users possess more than one specialization in the Four. No one-Except the Wielder. And as it always does, the time for universal peace ended with the descent into chaos. The Wielder did the only thing he could to stop the spread of darkness, cleave the universe and his own soul into two different halves. ~~~~ WIELDERS SOCIALS: Insta: @wielders_ Facebook: @wielders_

She wasn't that drunk. So the six-foot something creature rummaging through her fridge half-naked, at eight in the morning was real. Now here's the tinsy winsy problem; She lives alone. ------------------------------------------------ Let's just say Catherine Wright wasn't having the best day. Everything just wasn't going well-right. So after a couple of sips of wine, she ended up 'praying' for some kind of distraction instead. Who knew the heavens answered prayers from drunk women. Now Damon Grace would be exactly what she asked for. And a few other things that would make her wish she never drank at all. (p.s. It wouldn't hurt to check the tags this story is on) Copyright © 2015 Liz Martinez All Rights Reserved