War

I ran and ran even though I can practically hear my feet protesting from so much running. I can hear their voices yelling behind me, shouting orders to those who have no position in their hierarchy. I took the chance to look back, only seeing them gaining on me.

I was getting desperate. I couldn't use any of my abilities because I was injured from the recent battle.

I may have won the battle, but I have not won the war.

Just when I'm hoping that I would get there in time, my legs gave out on me and I fell.

I laid there helpless until they hovered over me with smug smirks on their faces.

Seeing this, I want to simply behead them.

"Say goodbye to this world, Magic."

Magic, huh. How unfitting.

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He never asked for such a life. All he wanted was to be a normal kid with a simple life.

He never asked to be born in the Supernatural World.

It's just a never-ending cycle of war. And it was all because of that damn prophecy.

He who is born in the calm before the storm;

He who would not judge, but who would accept;

He who would bring peace to all three;

He who would save us all.