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ARCANE DESCENT

Earth was invaded by some unholy rebels who had been ousted out of heaven. They were called; Arkillians and they found a new place of abode and also a place to build an army to aid them with fighting against the almighty. A prophesy descended from heaven to the eleven immortal earthly Mages concerning the evil that was about to befall the whole world but humans neglected this prophesy and sent all the Mages with elemental power out from their midst. An apocalypse where human technology proved useless and worthless ensued and only Magic could evade these evils but will the elemental Mages who had been ousted for long listen to the dying pleas of humans? Will they succumb to their request and stand in the way of evil? Ashton, the child mentioned in the prophecy was born as a curse and a curse he shall be for all the days of his life. He was inscribed in the arcane legacy of the heavens to either bring doom to the world or be the savior of the world. Unprecedented happenings and unholy approaches intercepted his life before his birth. His father had died during this apocalypse and his mother suddenly disappeared. As he grew up, he embarked on a journey, to find his missing mother and avenge his dead father...while at that, he also had to battle with the cruel fate that had been casted upon him like a plague.

_Skye · Fantasy
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"I guess your sword recognized the evil in your life before you could notice him." William said, clicking his tongue against his teeth while shaking his head.

'Why?' Ashton asked himself in his thoughts. His eyes were bored into that of Ercan's and both couldn't look away. Ercan was probably trying to say something to him but the spell William had bound him by was restricting him from voicing out a word.

The look in his eyes said to Ashton, "You don't have to blame yourself for this…it is not your fault, Ashton, it is not your will I know that. Don't blame yourself for this evil…I am fine with whatever you choose to do to me in the end.'

Tears filled Ashton's eyes in a moment as he continued looking into Ercan's eyes. He felt pain, anguish and anger all at once. It was as if he was the one who got a sword perched through his heart. Ercan coughed up more blood and it splashed on Ashton's hand, his sword was washing itself in his blood as it etched in.