0reanges
When I was younger, I always thought about how you can't control if someone lives or dies...nor can you control who tells your story. I'm about to go on a big journey with two other people and hoping that we can change the fate for everyone. Hoping to try and control the fate. Impossible right? We had hopes. We were blessed children. Little did I know that in the end of the journey that there was so much more to everything happening than I realized.
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I opened my eyes and everything was in chaos. There was fire every where, magic being used in every corner. I knew I had to get up. I had to get up or we would lose everything. Everything we've ever done will not be lost because of me.
I had to move. My brain wanted to get up but my body wouldn't. I was so tired...my eyes closed.
Then someone picked me up. I opened my eyes and, "Darren..." I said softly.
He looked at me and smiled. Behind him was so much fire, magic, dragons, shadows, and beasts. I have never seen all of this chaos.
"Think you can walk?" He asked as he tried to find cover in the battlefield. Darren set me down and I realized that there was a huge scratch on my leg, so deep that I could almost put a little twig in it. I swear if it was cut an inch more, I would be seeing bone.
"I'm guessing that's a no." I looked up and Darren was still there. I gave him a nod and when he took a moment to catch some more of his breath, I saw a something behind him. My vision wasn't the best at the moment but it sure was coming at us.
"Behind..."
My voice was too quiet. I tugged his cape and pointed behind him. He got my attention and turned around. Once he saw it, he quickly turned to me and covered my body with his. I could still see glimpses of what was happening but I couldn't see it all.
Not moments later did I feel something hit us. Everything went black.
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*There will be gory-ish descriptions in this story so please watch out for that
*There may be very interesting language as well