Prologue- Ancient TimesA Chapter by SophiePrologue for One Of EightJune 8th, year of 224 Finally. After all these years of research of testing, of pain, finally, I have achieved it. The ultimate power. I don't know what I will become, but I shall be invincible, unchallengeable. I must tell of this, I must give the world the power to be great! They are going to hang me, or banish me. I've been accused of witchcraft, but it was only science and determination. I did not commit a felony. Oh no, here they come to take me to gallows, I must drink. Soon, I shall be great, and I shall forever be known as Malum, a powerful Latin word, of which, I do not know it's definition. God be with ye.
June 14th, year of 225 It has been a year since Malum wrote this, and in the days after the village could hear his screams of agony though we could not find him, only an empty bottle and shredded clothing. I have now made a formula to defeat him! A mixture so powerful it shall give one person the power of the forces of nature, of which Malum is not. The only things that can defeat him, nature and love. Malum's new form was conceived of neither. The formula was stolen! By one of Malum's followers, no doubt. There must be a spy among us.
I cannot recreate the serum! 'Tis impossible! I created a diluted version that I must give to eight people, each shall only have one power. We must choose wisely.
December 15th, year of 247
I am dying, sickness has struck the village, I am the last to die. Soon, Malum and his Fire Children shall eat our infested remains. The powers still did not show, and now they are dead. Their children live on, however, they moved away a long time ago, drawn by a purpose they did not know of. I shall never forget the old witch's words:
Darkness' light shall overcome And the war shall be lost The ripples in the Water will fade to nothing and Life shall discover new highs Fire will burn away evil and free himself Air shall learn her value and take her place in the skies Light will surrender and hide only to recover and fight The Earth will calm itself and stop its never ending quake And greenery will sprout from the ashes of her world If this is to become reality And evil overcome, Many, innocent and evil, will realize their mortality And the love that grows, beautiful yet lethal shall decide whether it is the thorns, or the rose.
A prophecy she had spoke to me as she walked calmly to the gallows. And now, I shall see, her, and learn of what she speaks. God with ye, © 2012 SophieAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on April 22, 2012 Last Updated on April 28, 2012 AuthorSophie-, MAAboutI'm 16 in my sophomore year of high school, I started on this site when i was 14, took about a year break and now i might be back, im just fixing my description because i was annoying as f**k last yea.. more..Writing
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