Post by MORDREAD on Dec 16, 2016 14:56:13 GMT
Mordread ►「The Ankh」 "Chapter 1 - Cries of an orphan"
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-Present Day-
The air was dry and the temperature blazing as the sun poured down onto Mordread out near the tomb of the unnamed mage he had discovered as a boy. Purple flames of Mordreads' newest spell burned the ground, a newly perfected Hellfire Blaze Cannon had set the sand of the desert ablaze turning it into molten glass. "At last... a spell worthy of my pain" As the flames covered the sands images flashed, reflected in Mordreads' eyes, visions of years before the war and before he became the Ankh
- 18 years Before the war -
The day was a day most unlike any other in the kingdom of Madiya for the rays of a blazing sun had vanished behind storm clouds. One of the few rains within a year graced the atmosphere on this awful day. Mordread and his parents walked the markets within the main city of Isawia, though they were poor there were some merchants who sold the bare necessitates cheaply. "Why are we going shopping again?... We just went the other day" The young Mordread prodded his parents with the question as any young boy would, As his parents and he continued to walk towards the merchant they often purchased "fresh" if you could call it that, produce from however as the turned a corner down an ally to get to their destination a bit quicker 3 tall and lanky men stepped out of the shadows surrounding Mordraed and his parents. Mordread never could quite remember how it all went down, a punch here, a kick there, maybe even a scream, but the end result was the same, Mordreads parents lay dead in front of him beaten and bloodied.
-Present Day-
Night had fallen and rain had come over the desert, the first rain in well over a year. It was hard to tell how long Mordread had just stood watching the flames burn, now extinguished and a glass sheet of sand in front of him. Now the light of the moon cast a deep shadow over his face as a single tear fell breaking on the glass on which he now stood. "I suppose it is time I head back to Isawia... perhaps a the King or Queen will have a new assignment for me." As Mordread turned away and began to walk back in the direction of Isawia the sigh of 3 heavily burned skeletons came into view, now trapped under the glass and sand.
The air was dry and the temperature blazing as the sun poured down onto Mordread out near the tomb of the unnamed mage he had discovered as a boy. Purple flames of Mordreads' newest spell burned the ground, a newly perfected Hellfire Blaze Cannon had set the sand of the desert ablaze turning it into molten glass. "At last... a spell worthy of my pain" As the flames covered the sands images flashed, reflected in Mordreads' eyes, visions of years before the war and before he became the Ankh
- 18 years Before the war -
The day was a day most unlike any other in the kingdom of Madiya for the rays of a blazing sun had vanished behind storm clouds. One of the few rains within a year graced the atmosphere on this awful day. Mordread and his parents walked the markets within the main city of Isawia, though they were poor there were some merchants who sold the bare necessitates cheaply. "Why are we going shopping again?... We just went the other day" The young Mordread prodded his parents with the question as any young boy would, As his parents and he continued to walk towards the merchant they often purchased "fresh" if you could call it that, produce from however as the turned a corner down an ally to get to their destination a bit quicker 3 tall and lanky men stepped out of the shadows surrounding Mordraed and his parents. Mordread never could quite remember how it all went down, a punch here, a kick there, maybe even a scream, but the end result was the same, Mordreads parents lay dead in front of him beaten and bloodied.
-Present Day-
Night had fallen and rain had come over the desert, the first rain in well over a year. It was hard to tell how long Mordread had just stood watching the flames burn, now extinguished and a glass sheet of sand in front of him. Now the light of the moon cast a deep shadow over his face as a single tear fell breaking on the glass on which he now stood. "I suppose it is time I head back to Isawia... perhaps a the King or Queen will have a new assignment for me." As Mordread turned away and began to walk back in the direction of Isawia the sigh of 3 heavily burned skeletons came into view, now trapped under the glass and sand.
© Deimos
