Must Read: A Broken Destiny: The Sword Of Vengeance

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Must Read: A Broken Destiny: The Sword Of Vengeance

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Melfisius has only made things more difficult as it stands, how could someone so powerful and experienced be so easily defeated by a child who was just beginning to grasp the complex entity called magic? His recklessness and thirst for revenge must have caused this. I warned him against doing that but he wouldn’t listen.
His disobedience has now delayed my plans a little longer when I actually sought to attack Lucien now as he was still distracted about this strange man. He wouldn’t have seen me coming and by the he finally moves to react, his kingdom would have been mine.

I must do things myself from on, no more involvement with that old drunkard. Destroying everything the south holds dear has been the very top of my thoughts for the past century and I must see it fulfilled. They can’t just destroy and plunder our lands for so long and then leave us to multiply once more just to take from us again.
I won’t let that happen again and what better way to bring those proud ones down than by plucking and sU-Cking the sweet fluid of their most treasured and adored fruit – Lucien.
KIERAN
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What was before me was the strangest thing I have been opportune to see, I just couldn’t put meaning to it as I couldn’t understand how such a thing could be done; was magic this powerful?
I was unable to see the steps because the sort of mist found outside the gates was the same here in this part of the town. It was very difficult to see anything but I still followed the beautiful witch blindly, forgetting my earlier resolve to be careful around her. I walked through where my eyes last saw her and I emerged out of the mist to stand just beside her. I sought to find out what she saw and the words remained in my thoughts. The mist was a cover to hide the beautiful ascension as written at the top of the stone. I looked below the stone to find still bodies of men, women and children turning back and forth in the air.
They were not on the floor and still not moving anywhere, they remained in a certain position as though whoever or group of persons who casted this impossible spell took them from whatever they were first la!d upon. Their clothes were still on them and the various gruesome manners in which they were killed were still there.

Some were killed with swords thrust through them, others were decapitated as a thin space was visible between their head and neck, a few were killed through magical means as burns on various parts of their bodies were clearly visible.

The sheer number of the bodies was troubling but more worrying was how such a thing was done. How can dead bodies are kept in such a way that they do not decompose and seem to act just like the living. If one doesn’t look well, one might think they were still alive. Who killed such huge number of people? Why were their bodies kept after so long and more importantly, why is this strange woman showing me this when I should be in pleasure than remember my own unending losses?
After staring at the bodies for quite some time, Ellen turned and walked back the way she came and once again I followed blindly after her.
I emerged from the mist and I expected her to wait for me and anticipate my questions which were many but it wasn’t to be. I saw her walking back towards town and she was moving quite fast. I followed as I have been doing all night and later had to run to catch up with her.

When I did and tried to stop her from walking, she slapped my hand away in a sudden fit of rage. I thought she would be sad and probably crying but I was surprised when she turned and her once ravishing face was now a memory I wish to forget soon. She was unrecognizable in her rage, her beautiful face was now hideous and scary, and I suspected that if I wasn’t a friend she would have done more than just slap me.
I didn’t need to be told not to try and stop her again, so after cleaning my eyes a second time, I followed her quietly to her room. She walked into her room but left the door opened, I entered too and locked the door behind me.

When I was done with the locks, I turned to find her standing by her windows, staring into the night. I decided against touching her or even moving too close to her. I stood instead and watched. After what seemed like midnight as the guards were moving to and fro the compound confirmed that. She turned from her still position to face me but this time; her face was marred by the line of tears falling down her eyes.
“What you just saw is why this place was renamed the forgotten lands and the very reason why the north is filled with more houses than men.”
I heard her say with a husky voice which I found quite enchanting. She was crying all this time and I didn’t even know about it. She waited for words to leave my lips but nothing came out and so she continued.
“There was a Damien, a Nero and now a Lucien. All of whom derived joy from killing and using innocent men, women and children for their evil spells. The grave you just returned from came at the hands of both Nero and his son. Your precious wife and daughter are also among the numerous innocents caught in the evil of these wicked men and more will still die. After endless prayers and cries of sorrow and wishes of vengeance, the good spirits finally heeded and sent forth a man to bring an end to this madness and tyranny in the form of a man who is balanced in all things of magic. The few who know of this rejoice and thank the spirit everyday but does this man know of the burden and expectations on him? Does this man know the anguish and pains people who await his touch pass through every day? Does this man even recognize the cloud of death that has been raining on happy homes all these years and even when the cloud touched his home, did this supposed light notice his worst enemy had come to ransack his territory?
No , I think not, because if he had; this man will be in the field becoming one with his magic; this man will be in the streets and alleys encouraging the hopeless and giving the weak a reason to believe again but instead what does this man do? He instead decides to dine, laugh, dance, walk and even sleep with the enemy while his destiny waits for it to be fulfilled. He instead decides to once again allow the enemy into his home and let them kill the last saving grace of the innocent.
He instead decides to fvck women and women and women and women!!!……….”
“…..Enough! What is it you want of me, woman?” I asked as I couldn’t stand her judging me when I know she must be worse than I was. She came closer to me after I asked that question and smiled as she let her fingers moved gently over the lines of scowl on my face.
“I want you to accept who you are this very moment. I want you to accept that rage and thirst for vengeance burning quietly inside of you.
I want you to avenge the innocent, including that of your wife and daughter. I want you to end Lucien and every trace of evil in his court; I want you to be the sword of vengeance.”