Post by Draco on Jul 24, 2017 14:50:47 GMT -5
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Yeah
You can read if you want
Blazing fire, it tears down life. The young witch, barren and in training for a purpose had heard about it. The branding of flames, clicking, jumping about on fingers. She heard of the ancient god, and such and such, nothing she couldn't handle. A god is just a being stronger than most, correct? A power to be abused.
She held her hand near the scorching orb. A permanent flame. Her long, fanged teeth curled as she smiled, lips pursing. She gently tapped the underside. " Oh... awaken, young sun..." she whispered, nails clicking to glass. The flames flickered and danced, and she was careful to dodge the flames as they slipped ethereally out.
A small orb appeared. It shifted and rose, like a Phoenix from ashes. A youthful stone figure stood, face of a carved sun. " W-welcome! You have came to touch the sacred flame, correct?" The figure spoke.
She snarled, raising her hand, her finger moving abruptly upward. A burst of energy hit the startled figure, knocking it to the wall. " Young god, I know your rules and so on, you must train, and I do not wish that. I will take your power, do not fight, or I will do worse, young sun..." Her rasping laughter filled the temple.
She used her enchanted hand to push the fire-deity closer to the wall. Her other hand slipped onto the orb. And she felt fire, millennia old, fire older than time itself, burn her to the bone. And she SMILED. Her body, unprepared for the influx in power, quaked. Yet she just GRINNED, some part in her feeble, enchanted body, ENJOYED the pain. She felt alive.
The flame god screamed. " B-brother! Smite this foul beast with your heavenly spark!" The enchanted grip tightened around his carved stone neck. He spat out a cone of smoke.
The world seemed to shake. A bolt of pure energy struck the temple. A powerful, much older, voice spoke. " BEGONE! You have hurt my kin, the kin of the moon. Now begone! Or I will kill you where you stand!" A older stone figure stood. His face was a carved crescent.
The witch pulled her scorched hand from the flame, and turned to face down the deity. " You have been fooled by coming here. I have taken the blessing of your brother, and now I will take yours!" Flames ran up her arm, as she raised a single finger. A cone of heavenly fire scorched the wall, blasting it black and filling the air with soot.
The stone figure was unfazed. " You think you could harm me, an elder god?! You will die where you stand, crone!" A blasting of lighting struck, and the smog cleared from the air. Nothing but a scorch mark was left. Yet there were footprints in the soot. They led to the moonlit god's temple, off into the distance.
The witch had slipped into the night. Into the temple of the heavenly thunderous spark. She would become powerful. This was her calling. She lay her right hand on the spark.
She was the witch of laughter,
And she would not die.
She would not fail!
She had the power of twin gods.
Yeah
You can read if you want
Blazing fire, it tears down life. The young witch, barren and in training for a purpose had heard about it. The branding of flames, clicking, jumping about on fingers. She heard of the ancient god, and such and such, nothing she couldn't handle. A god is just a being stronger than most, correct? A power to be abused.
She held her hand near the scorching orb. A permanent flame. Her long, fanged teeth curled as she smiled, lips pursing. She gently tapped the underside. " Oh... awaken, young sun..." she whispered, nails clicking to glass. The flames flickered and danced, and she was careful to dodge the flames as they slipped ethereally out.
A small orb appeared. It shifted and rose, like a Phoenix from ashes. A youthful stone figure stood, face of a carved sun. " W-welcome! You have came to touch the sacred flame, correct?" The figure spoke.
She snarled, raising her hand, her finger moving abruptly upward. A burst of energy hit the startled figure, knocking it to the wall. " Young god, I know your rules and so on, you must train, and I do not wish that. I will take your power, do not fight, or I will do worse, young sun..." Her rasping laughter filled the temple.
She used her enchanted hand to push the fire-deity closer to the wall. Her other hand slipped onto the orb. And she felt fire, millennia old, fire older than time itself, burn her to the bone. And she SMILED. Her body, unprepared for the influx in power, quaked. Yet she just GRINNED, some part in her feeble, enchanted body, ENJOYED the pain. She felt alive.
The flame god screamed. " B-brother! Smite this foul beast with your heavenly spark!" The enchanted grip tightened around his carved stone neck. He spat out a cone of smoke.
The world seemed to shake. A bolt of pure energy struck the temple. A powerful, much older, voice spoke. " BEGONE! You have hurt my kin, the kin of the moon. Now begone! Or I will kill you where you stand!" A older stone figure stood. His face was a carved crescent.
The witch pulled her scorched hand from the flame, and turned to face down the deity. " You have been fooled by coming here. I have taken the blessing of your brother, and now I will take yours!" Flames ran up her arm, as she raised a single finger. A cone of heavenly fire scorched the wall, blasting it black and filling the air with soot.
The stone figure was unfazed. " You think you could harm me, an elder god?! You will die where you stand, crone!" A blasting of lighting struck, and the smog cleared from the air. Nothing but a scorch mark was left. Yet there were footprints in the soot. They led to the moonlit god's temple, off into the distance.
The witch had slipped into the night. Into the temple of the heavenly thunderous spark. She would become powerful. This was her calling. She lay her right hand on the spark.
She was the witch of laughter,
And she would not die.
She would not fail!
She had the power of twin gods.
