Arkaylia : Mage Of Destruction

Chapter 3 REVENGE FOR AN UNKNOWN SIN

Word Count: 779 | Released on: 18/03/2021

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man's attention was instantly caught as h

, starting calmly and slowly racing for its peak

e bed. He reached for his sandals which matched his nightwear before quietly tappi

the handle and unveiled what was behind. Stacks of weapons, including short guns, wh

ore grabbing a weapon. He took the blade which his eyes fell upon first. It was wrapped in a sheath with a little design that seemed like a flag, it was

held it tight with both hands, trying to get

p of his blade. The lady on the other hand instantly woke up

d replica of an unidentified and non-existent creation.

s indeed still and ha

first strike. Imprudently, he rushed towards the creat

the side and adjusting the position of his whole body. A result was a damage caused on himself as he ran to

ngness compared to the masked creature who swiftly veered away from all his attacks.

stood still at the moment,

tack. The man sought a weakness and thought that the masked creature's sud

ene was caught as the camera flowed in various angles towards the creature. He stretched out his hands

ood, (resulting in the earlier dama

rself in fright. He aggressively lifted her up, by her hair with one hand, (being his right) and with the

tightly fixed to the mu

, he easily ripped off the facial skin attached to hair and

ntombed by blood, her eyeballs and her teeth. S

ked figure took off the mask he wore and unveiled his face. To the

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David-Ekeledo Fantasy

“There once was an empire, a home of one of the creatures that started mystery and Legend, witches. There once WAS, until men turned legend to reality. Until their existence was no longer concealed by twilight but rather exposed by the coaxed effulgence of men. Destructions of man made history the year witches were discovered. Upon a peaceful mass of hidden creatures, their end came upon them within a twinkle of an eye. The year, sixteen ninety three, the year the Salem Witch Trial took place. Must have seemed as the end, but what end is given without a beginning? They say just 'one' made it out. A single persona of the witchcraft race. Upon her, the rage of her lost ones is bestowed. Into the void of creation, she vanished, not to hide, but to get ready for war. Under her royalty, five Elders exist, elders who are to gather all possible information as they can have, information on the weakness of men and how they can be ended. The witch exists under the shadows of her elders, her face never to be seen, until the countdown elapses, until the day of wrath befalls. Her significance has been executed as in perpetuum and crowned as victor ludorum, one which men fear. She is a legend, preparing to devour, but what if there is another. One whose past life has been entombed by the tales of history arises, p'rhaps his existence holds no past, at least at the given time. A human having the tales of Witches embedded in him, but all forgotten and washed away for they were embedded as his past. His visions are perhaps mankind's only hope. The thing is, his visions are not just visions...They are past, present and future merged together. Will he be man's given savior? What tales does his vision hold to rapture? What exactly is the beginning to the tale of nightmare which rained upon the land of Witches?”