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About this work

I wrote this excerpt a long time ago, when I was big into writing short stories. I discontinued the work on this particular one, but maybe I will continue if it receives any interest.

Black Sun

Prologue

The moon over Gilameshe was new, an invisible piece of the starry, black void, that hung over the town beneath it. A warm, summer’s night breeze rolled over the sleeping town, the only sound, an occasional rustle of some stray leaves, tumbling down the grey, cobblestone paths. Not one mouse moved, not one child shifted in their peaceful slumber. The long days of summer’s peace had been prosperous, and joyous, full of laughter and life. Not one baby felt the black, clawing hand of hunger or poverty, not one beggar out on the streets to be seen. That year had been the best, the most prosperous, and peaceful year Teramajia had ever known. Not one war raged through these seasons, not one plague took innocent lives. The kingdom flourished under a generous, and peace-loving king, not one plot was thought-out, not one scheme took place, and so Alegasia grew in the loving hands of peace and giving.

But all that was good always had a bad counterpart.

During that fateful night, all would unravel. Chaos would reign like an evil blade over the land, sharp and black. A baby cried out, signaling the beginning of an end to all that was peaceful and happy for all of Teramajia. The sturdy, iron gates that were closed at night to protect the city rattled slightly, as if with the wind. If any guard had been posted there it could have made the biggest difference in the world, but the people were ignorant, they had not seen war for more than a half a century, and every known threat had been exterminated. What should there be to worry about? The gates rattled more fiercely now, as if someone was trying to get in, but it didn’t stop. The shaking increased in ferocity every second and the iron bars now moaned in protest as they were bent back and forth by the greatest evil that Teramajia was likely ever to know.

With a last, sickening, ear-splitting shriek, the metal bars of the gate were ripped from their foundations and tossed into a building two hundred yards down the road. As the crumpled metal ball made contact, the wall of the stone building exploded into thousands of fragments, leaving a gaping hole with iron points sticking out at odd ends. People were awake now, dazed and confused at the ruckus that was happening outside of their doors. Anyone who walked outside to investigate would later pay with their lives. The Shadow Lord stepped through the rubble of the entrance into the mouth of the street. His cloak obscured every inch of his body except for his face, for his hood was down. His once handsome features were now obscured by black tattoos that gave him a face that could freeze the most ruthless murderer in his tracks. His black oily hair whipped around in an invisible gale, and he cackled as he raised his palm to street-level. Anyone unfortunate enough to be curious enough to venture onto the streets we’re killed instantly as the beam of darkness that emitted from his blackened hand. He seemingly floated forward, down the blackened, chaotic street as other shadowy beings materialized behind him. The guards had been alerted by now, but only small groups advanced, not nearly enough to overwhelm him, and he easily sent them flying twenty feet down the road, dead before they hit the ground. By now he was unstoppable for the meager groups of soldiers and palace guards, and they died along with many other, innocent, helpless individuals.

This was the ultimate price to pay for ignorance.

The Shadow Lord advanced quickly up the long, winding road that led to the magnificent stone castle that protected the royal family and king of Teramajia. More guards tried to resist his evil magic, but all their attempts were in vain.

People were fleeing their homes now, running to safety at the outskirts of the city. Luckily the Shadow Lord paid little attention to them; his main concern was getting to the castle, now looming closer and closer. A lone figure, dressed completely in deep, dark blue, stepped onto the path in front of the Shadow Lord. The person pulled back the hood that had been obscuring his eyes, revealing long blonde hair and blue eyes that matched his cloak. “Ariaas” The Shadow Lord snickered at the new resistance. “Is this the best your weak king can manage to stop me?” The man named Ariaas didn’t respond, instead he raised his palm. Exactly on the center there was a small blue circle that was glowing brilliantly and brightly. “Ha!” The Shadow Lord was mocking the newcomer now “You think your measly powers can stop me?!” Ariaas growled at the Shadow Lord’s laughter and suddenly a brilliant blue beam erupted from his palm.

The Shadow Lord laughed again, but now he was twenty yards from where the blue beam was supposed to hit him. “You can’t catch me so give up” the Shadow Lord cackled. “Never!” Ariaas spat and he fired another beam. The Shadow Lord seemingly teleported again, out of the range of the magical attack.

The Shadow Lord sent a beam of his own at Ariaas and he barely managed to duck out of the way of the deadly attack. Ariaas tried to raise his hand for another attack, but the Shadow Lord was quicker, and this time his beam hit Ariaas square on his chest. Ariaas gasped and clutched at the place where the beam had hit him. He fell to the ground, mortally wounded, but still alive.

“Take him, my Shadows” the Shadow Lord rasped, slightly tired after his magical death match. The dark figures that had followed the Shadow Lord through the town gates now slowly advanced on the dying mage. The Shadow Lord continued on his way to the castle, pleased that this one annoyance had been taken care of. As the Shadow Lord advanced further up the road, Ariaas’s last screams echoed of the cities walls.


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