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Slowly the beaten man rose from his table. His eyes burned from the bright light coming through the glass window to his right. His joints ached, he had been beaten up twice within a three day period. Had he lost his touch by becoming so much more domestic? Was it a mistake to have returned to his throne for those months, only to come back and be washed away but such trivials?

"NO!" He shouted. The balled fist came from the air and down to the table with such speed it shattered the wood in half.… Continue

My eyes burned from the ever progressing pain. Already my arm began to turn a dark purple. "Infection", I muttered.

The night before was rough on his sleep - meaning he had none. Slowly he crawled off of his desk where he had been spending the past few weeks laying on. It was by far the most uncomfortable conditions he had spent his nights in, second to the Keep. Both arms had ached and his chest throbbed. The heart that had pumped blood to all of the vital organs was poisoned with such… Continue

It was late, the sunset was beautiful tonight as it always was. There was no sense in me watching over the seas anymore, that life is long past me. Death, decay, the slow deterioration of the mind as I watch this beautiful sunset; alone. My hand slipped on the wet rock and I collapsed before the darkness.

My dreams took me places I had no intention of going. My body ached for friendship, something I've long since rid myself of. That growing compassion that took men and women to protectin… Continue

The battle was lost before it began. A black flame engulfed my body and took me. Slowly I felt myself being ripped away. All of the troubles that set in him were no more. I hated love, yet it made me who I am. Now with no more pain, no more troubles....I can explain.


Love has driven me insane. It has fondled me and left me to dry. I find myself wandering through this plane wondering where I went wrong but the same; I never went wrong. I searched for that care I so longed for. I would find it,… Continue

The power seemed to flow like a raging river inside me. Nothing seemed to be able to control it. Forcing a little at a time was no use, only opening the valve between myself and the Ice Lord’s energy. Striking over and over again until the creature broke through the weak defenses I attempted to create to slow its power. I was never powerful in the art of magic; relying on faith in his Ivory Lord for so long he never had time to practice such abilities. If I had any strength left, for my children… Continue