{ Just a story I thought of, quite complex story line, nothing graphic is in here, may seem so from the first paragraph but it`s not. Yes, the first chapter will be confusing, but it`ll straighten out soon. }
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Wisps of white smoke spiraled around a tall figure, it`s hands raised to the sky. Words of a spell muttered through the air, a bolt of white lightning hitting the sky, sent from the figure`s hands. "We shall meet again, brother." These words were the last words of the figure, for a blood chilling scream came out from it`s mouth, and it dropped down dead. "We shall not," came a reply, and a figure stepped through the scattered mist of white, muttering a spell and the dead sorcerer vanished. "I shall rule, and you, hah, you are dead." With that, the figure had vanished. The figure was heading for the mountains, to the town and lands that lay beyond.
The yellow sun rose from it`s hiding place over the mountains, a light spreading across the neat fields of the town. Word had spread, [as it always does] that the sorcerer leader had died. The villagers had watched white mist and lightning shoot from beyond the mountain, a place they dared not go during the night. When morning came, it was then that all hell broke lose. "Run, run!" Screamed the mayor, as she ran through the town, fire raining down. The killer of the sorcerer had punished this land bad enough, but taking it further, doing what they were not designed to, was in-human. This killer was made to keep the land in order, but by killing the sorcerer`s leader, he had betrayed his own master, the leader of the sorcerers itself. "We must awake the Sleeper!" Cried the mayor, rushing around. It was true, nothing would be the same again without the Sleeper. "Or we`ll die!" Added the mayor, sending a group of children into tears.
The yellow sun rose from it`s hiding place over the mountains, a light spreading across the neat fields of the town. Word had spread, [as it always does] that the sorcerer leader had died. The villagers had watched white mist and lightning shoot from beyond the mountain, a place they dared not go during the night. When morning came, it was then that all hell broke lose. "Run, run!" Screamed the mayor, as she ran through the town, fire raining down. The killer of the sorcerer had punished this land bad enough, but taking it further, doing what they were not designed to, was in-human. This killer was made to keep the land in order, but by killing the sorcerer`s leader, he had betrayed his own master, the leader of the sorcerers itself. "We must awake the Sleeper!" Cried the mayor, rushing around. It was true, nothing would be the same again without the Sleeper. "Or we`ll die!" Added the mayor, sending a group of children into tears.
