Chapter Three
The Scripter
History of a Kingdom...Part Two
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-the dawn of sacrifice. Three millenia later, the deamons were seen once more by the dull fading eyes of the mages and magicians of Terra Eterna. The only living beings that could withstand the great fall witnessed the deamons return to life. The deamon lords and masters arose, their gargantuan bodies overturning mountains and emptying oceans. The mages and magicians could only watch in horror, their powers only strong enough to set up gates that would prevent any more deamons from entering the dying planet.
In only months, the planet known as Terra Eterna was shattered. The deamons, saw the destruction they had caused, and also that the people on that planet could not be ruled. The deamons left Terra Eterna, leaving the destroyed and desolate planet to die.
But Terra Eterna did not die. After the exodus of the deamons, the mages and magicians joined their powers, sacrificing themselves to bring back into being the ultimate creation. True humans.
... The man cloaked in a dark red outfit turned his face towards the man slumped in the corner. Pointing the shiny metalic object in his hand towards the man, his finger slipped backwards, the dying man's face struck backwards, blood slowly trickling down his chin and onto his old tattered robe. The man in dark red turned backwards, his hand grabbing the pen once more, and putting it down to the piece of parchment.
Note: if my death may come, this manuscript has been written by-...
