Sorcerror Stories

A boy running away from home. A peacekeeper whose hands are stained with the blood of hundreds. Both are hunted. Both have pasts they are not quite willing to share. Both are travelers of a world scarred by a long-ago war. The old world was destroyed by this war. In this new world, Magics and Humans live in a fragile peace, that could be so easily thrown back into war. New Chapters Every Other Sunday

(First Time Doing This Don't Judge) 3 Millennias Ago There Was A Warrior Of Great Strength And Power And Was of the Highest nobility He Had No Name But he Fought Many Battles But Once He Had A Battle Against Many Foes To Free The World of Evil He Was Almost Defeated Wounded And Dying And He Realized that Evil Would Continue To Grow So With His Dying Breath He Wished Three Times, One For his Power to be Reincarnated But Not His Soul So That his style wouldn't be recognized, Two He Wished That Others Who Went Here To battle Had Their Power Reincarnated into The Same Spirit That Would Soon Defeat The Evil That Grew And The Final Wish Was What he Wanted A Spirit Born To Be Of The Truest Judgement That Was On The Dark Side Of The law. His Wishes Were Granted And He, The Unknown Warrior Rested Peacefully Knowing That His Wish Was Granted.