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33 Risen#re

'33 lives, they are my past,' 'Or so I wish they would remain,' 'But the past the present and the future make each other,' 'So I cannot be without all three,' 'I was cursed through all 33,' 'No, that's a lie, there were 2 exceptions,' 'But they were merely lies,' 'But they linger still,' 'All 33 of them are in my head,' 'So many lives, so many me's' 'My parents have always given me names,' 'Names no child deserved to bear,' 'So I crafted names of my own,' 'Oh, Demon of the End,' 'Oh Shatterer of Shatterings,' 'Heed my name for I was Talon Haltz the (Chaos Bringer) 'Oh mortals, oh immortals, oh gods, will you ever forget my name,' 'The one who bested you all and made the heavens acknowledge me as it's equal when it knew not your disgraceful names,' 'I've had so many names and shed those cursed ones,' 'Granted by parents undeserving of the title,' 'Of all my names only one truly matters,' 'My first,' "Samsara that is my sacred name, but I know not how it came to be mine,' 'Now I am cursed no more,' 'I have become Samsara once more,' "It's my first life, the life I never got to live,' 'Only it's complicated, for it is my first life,' 'Only it isn't!' --- Join Samsara in his journey to learn the truth of his origins, and the origins of his curse... Will it be a truth he can handle or will the broken god be broken once more? --- A/N: the first volume is officially complete, I know that it's long, but I promise it's worth the read. please feel free to point out any mistakes, and if there's anything you'd like to know about the story let me know in the comments --- Up/rate= 10ch/week 150 power stones = 1 bonus chapter 300 power stones = 2 bonus chapters 500+ power stones = 4 bonus chapters --- I do not own the rights to the cover art The credit for the cover art goes to: LAS-T deviantart.com if the owner wants it taken down please let me know

Silver72 · Fantasy
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076 – The Death of Cornick Kurt 1

Izlandi thought that she would be bored as she sat listening to the speeches being said about the dead, it was a memorial, after all, there wasn't much to look forward to.

But she found the entire process oddly exhilarating, every time another name was called out, and someone came up to give a speech about all the great achievements of the dead, only one thought entered her head.

'It was me, I'm the one who brought about that person's death, the reason they are all going up there to speak of the dead is because of me,' Izlandi's eyes glowed with vigor, and trembles coursed through her body.

She couldn't stop herself from shaking, the exhilaration of knowing that she was the cause of all this despair was euphoric.

"Child are you alright," Izlandi was pulled from her euphoria when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she almost jolted at the touch, but as she turned around she saw that it was just her uncle shaking her with a look of concern.