The seawind howled and swirled ashes and thick smoke through the air.

Small wooden huts where in ruins, the planks broken and smoldering into the rays of a rising sun.

There was a hypnotical sound of a dripping liquid, the droplets fell in a rhythmical tact and blessed the hot black ground with a deep red colour, only to be casted into a invisible state of matter.

A lenght of a foot under this natural process, a magical entity was born, pulled into existence by unimaginable coincidences.

In this exact location, there was a lamp, an old and rusty silver lamp filled with tea.

Large flows of magical energy converged, not creating a tranquil and content earthelemental had there been dirt, not giving birth to a simply with magical energy infused piece of slightly valuable processed dirt, but a existence which would in time shake the whole world.

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As it gained awarness it felt confined and a uncomfortable feeling filled it with a sense of purpose, the purpose to be free.

Magical energy was thrown into the sourrounding world, controlling the confining thing around it, the sourrinding dirt seemed to blurr, to cease to be and it rose upwards, guided by the fact of less resistance to it's power.

Around charred husks of human beings, around disorder, chaos, previous terror and despair, the newly born entity fell onto the reformed black ground, expulsed the tea which led to vapor fleeing to the heavens, and fell into a deep slumber...

Moving eyes followed this strange phenomenon, the now glistening lamp was reflected inside them, the eyes of a human being with shattered dark teeth, black veins filling it's face and neck and it's beautiful in the seawind swinging long black hair.

As the morningsun rose upwards, illuminating more and more of the charred ruins, it's sunrays touched a plank stuck into the ground.

They rose towards the splintered points, who poitned to the with smoke filled sky, of the wooedenplank.

As they rose upwards they shone onto a trail of a black, viscous liquid and soon blinded the moving eyes of a human head with breathtaking black hair who was stuck onto one of the sharp potruding woodenpieces of the plank.