The Curse of the End

After that wicked creature had finished speaking its presence vanished. It was more than evident that it was growing stronger.

What was it speaking of?

Some other curse, desires, and instincts.

I looked up at the moon in contemplation.

"Oh no, I have forgotten."

I quickly teleported myself to the library.

"Symudiad," I spoke the drawing a book from a shelf into my hand. The book The Cycles of time, which held information regarding the cycles of minutes, hours, days, months, and years. I flipped to the fourth part of the book.

"As I thought, one more week till the Hunters Moon, the Blood Moon."

I then traveled to my private study, I opened the portal to my private magic vault. I took a large box from one the shelves and walked back through the portal.

I sat down at my desk, and opened the box which contained several journals, each were the hand written journals of the previous Dark Ones.

I read each feverishly flipping through the pages. Each one contained a similar series of events, and confirmed my suspicions.

"It's starting, the beginning of my end."