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The Demon Mage -> The Screams of Pain! (12/24/2012 8:17:41)
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Hey there! It seems that you have stumbled upon my first story here at these forums! Hope it manages to satisfy any feelings of boredom. Link to the reviewing thingy page: http://forums2.battleon.com/f/tm.asp?m=20966135 Without further ado, onward ho to the story!:
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Sand shifted from dune to dune as a large, cool breeze went throughout the desert. Lizards and other… reptiles, if you could call them that, basked in the smearing heat. The Exile Lands, a vast continent where all banished beings went to. Quite an unworthy fate indeed, even to the most evil of criminals and the lot. Split into three parts, the jungle, the desert and the ice caps, it brought down the toughest of foes soon after their banishment. No-one knew how the dangerous lands came to be, all they know is that they are just there. Explanations have been avoided for as long as since it was discovered.
A lone figure brushed onward through the dry place, thirsty for water and hungry for food. It had been many a day since the pleasures of life had come upon him. With sweat on his brow, not to mention over the rest of his visible body as well, he trekked through the unforgiving heat, sunburns etched upon his face as well as his arms. ''Ah, finally… The beginning of the end of my banishment is near… Just need to make it… to the gates…'' he groaned. Elixe S’Dnal, former Royal Guard member, reduced to a banished person with a mental stability that was crashed down on its foundations.
''Almost… there…,'' he muttered, unwilling to give up. According to his map and his mind, however much he doubted the latter, he believed that he would catch site of the accursed city’s gates in a few minutes. Believed indeed, as he was not completely sure, after all, who would be after fifteen entire years in the Forbidden Deserts, the most dangerous part of the three lands of Despair. That had been what he and his former fellow warriors called them.
''It is time for my revenge… And may a happy revenge it be!'' And with that, a song followed from his dry lips, a song he had not sung in a long time.
''Let the drums beat, let the choir sing, let us meet on the merry ol’ battlefield! Let the sky cry, may the knives of bloodshed stab, may we conquer, get whatever you can grab! For this is the oath of freedom, for this is the oath that binds us to protect the kingdom, for this is the turning point in our lives, we are the honorary Royal Guard, and we are here to protect and to serve! Here here!''
Ah, how he missed those days… Well, he didn’t. He hated them. Not a single ‘thank you Elixe.’ Every single time he had risked his life, and it was for nothing! Instead of being grateful to him for saving the lands how many times, he had lost count, he was banished for a bloody crime he didn’t commit!
Anger was now raging through Elixe’s blood as he chanted in an ancient language long forgotten to everyone except him. A whirlwind of dust whirled around him as clouds began to gather with lightning and thunder flashing yet not a single drop of rain. Just because of that accursed being sealed into his left palm, discrimination followed him everywhere!
‘’Kageakashinjino kamera chizuyash se Ga’lin no zase!’’ A demonic voice screamed from his now bleeding lips. The point of revenge was near. He could already taste of blood, already feel the tears. The tears of betrayal. The same tears that had come onto him, nonetheless, for something he didn’t do! He had thought that he could trust them… Yet they abandoned him like everyone else.
He could hear their screams already. The screams of agony, the screams of sadness, the screams of anger and the ones he cherished most… The screams of pain!
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