The Chronicles Of Echos

lands— His azure-blue eyes peered at the dilapidated ruins in the distance. A smile graced his lips, he made it. After a tedious

eful not to cause the structures to fall. He could discern the emanating Aethe

here. Each Rune represented a fragment of a forgotten history. Alaric came to a stop in front of a doorway, the emanating A

ery on the sides, the chime of water crushing down caught Alaric's attention. He directed his gaze to the right and he s

o his mind, causing him to let go. His chest pounding, his heart rate having increased momentarily. In his life of being a magus, he h

e tomes and opened them, the runes written on the pages rearranging themse

to the ground and a Crack formed from beneat

—his perception of the world they lived in, changed by the revelation he had bore wit

m. The winds that were mildly heavy increased in intensity, their maws shred the trees from the ground, pushed some of t

were no clouds visible—As far as he could see, it was pitch black almost as if nightfall

the conclusion, that the darkness or whatever it was, was a problem and from the knowledge he

nd the bird carving of the wand and struck the stone floor with the base of the cane. “Light!” An aura of lig

was gone. In its stead, was the stamp

the darkness as the abundance of darkness and shado

, in his mind he was trying to figure out what

world in darkness. I don't really care, I'm just glad that you had

t mages could attain strength close to a demi-god. That's what they knew, demi-gods forged their world a

e of fangs lashed out from around Alaric. They bit onto the barrier si

ding on the oxygen in his proximity flames roared to life burning away the tendrils that had crushed his barrier encroaching on him— Alaric was not done, showing his

lotting Alaric had. His innovative thinking bought him some time but he was going

magic couldn't push it away. It was as if it was alive, devouring everything in its path. A pang crossed h

his pursuit f

t did not hel

could use, a rare affinity for magic and unfortunately he couldn't use it.

nything worth its time. It snapped its fingers and the darkness whirled around catching Ala

formed muscles, veins and scales. Two blood red eyes peered through the darkness and a maw bright as hel

mes on its glory. Just as the knowledge, he accumulated stated, eyes red as pools of blood, nostrils that emanated smoke like a f

bit, the handle placed higher as his hand curled around the middle of the wand. The bird handle oozed Aeth

adow, but someone else will.” Alaric declared as hot flames emerged from the rune

lly. Flames obsidian in pigment traveled up its throat and burned out of its mouth as th

g everything in its proximity to the fire phenomenon in the center forming a sphere

is eyes couldn't blink. His throat was dry and he could not produ

quite

th another one of these silhouettes again? It was getting annoying. The last one he dealt wit

hy am I here instea

the point. Chit chat was thrown out of the window it seem

stion what the silhouette meant when the