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My name is Arol, and I should commence my tale by telling you that I met my demise at the tender age of eight. Well, the truth is that the child I once was perished in a whirlwind of horror, a victim of a tragic event that altered the course of my life. It was a fateful day that witnessed my humble village of Cesac engulfed in infernal flames, a day when demons, like specters thirsty for carnage, swept over us.
It was at home, in Cesac, in the realm of Sillak in the land of Mughorn. My small hamlet, where my laughter echoed through cobblestone streets, and my mother concocted the finest cakes, was once a haven of peace. Thatched-roof houses lined narrow streets, enlivened by merchants displaying colorful stalls at the market. We ran joyfully, children's laughter filling the air with merriment.
But happiness swiftly gave way to terror when the demons descended upon us. These infernal creatures devoured our joy, plunging Cesac into a nightmarish darkness. The streets became battlefields where heroes and demons engaged in a macabre dance. The screams of agony mingled with demonic roars, transforming our village into an awakened nightmare.
The once tranquil rivers ran red, their waters tainted by the blood of the inhabitants. The devastating flames blackened the ground we once tread with carefree abandon, erasing everything in their path. My home, once filled with warm smiles and shared moments, was reduced to ashes.
In this apocalyptic scene, I saw him—the enigmatic being destined to upheave the course of my fate. Through the thick smoke, a dark silhouette slowly emerged, like a living shadow. The contours of this entity seemed carved from darkness itself—a sinister presence in constant backlight. His stature surpassed that of the adults in my village, a menacing shadow that inspired terror.
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His eyes, a deep violet, glowed like ethereal amethysts in the darkness, emitting a hypnotic and inhuman light that seemed to scrutinize the purest corners of my child's soul. A carnivorous smile tore through his dark visage, revealing sharp teeth that appeared to illuminate the night. It was the smile of a predator, the incarnate terror whispered to disobedient children in frightening tales. His inquisitive gaze and demonic smile haunted my thoughts, creating an image etched into my childhood memory—an image forever associated with the terror of that fateful night.
He leaned over my frail body, his imposing shadow cast on the ground by the flickering flames. Terror immobilized me, freezing my limbs in a glacial paralysis. I dared not move, not even a muscle, in the presence of this entity whose darkness defied all understanding.
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The murmur of the shadow, now my invisible guide, urged me through Cesac's devastated alleys. My eyes, clouded by fear, followed the shadowy figure moving silently ahead of me. The charred remnants of my former life, the debris of once-welcoming homes—all became a desolate labyrinth under the creature's inquisitive gaze.
The path eventually led me to the tavern, a dark refuge whose dilapidated facade filled me with dread. My guide ushered me inside, and the creaking of rusty doors seemed to resonate like a funereal echo. Darkness inside seemed eternal, only interrupted by the flickering glow of candles.
In this precarious refuge, the only place where the roof held firm, I remained prostrate. The creature did not venture outside, but its piercing gaze followed me everywhere. Any attempt to flee was quashed by a simple glance, forcing me to sit, resigned to my captivity.
In this dark corner, where terror had forged an invisible prison, the creature unfolded its unfathomable designs. It scratched the paper incessantly, inscribing inscrutable rules on a macabre bible. The incessant scratching of the pen became a lugubrious symphony, a sinister cacophony echoing in the oppressive darkness.
I lived in a corner of the tavern where the cellar was locked. It was here that I found my food and drink, the meager provisions the creature saw fit to leave me. My basic needs were satisfied, but every movement was imbued with the fear of drawing the unwanted attention of my jailer.
The creature wrote frenetically, its smile growing with each passing day and night. The pen knew no respite, as if propelled by an insatiable supernatural force. The sound of the scratching paper filled the air, saturating my senses with palpable tension. The days stretched into a nightmarish monotony, time diluting into the darkness of indefinite captivity.
One week passed.
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Then, once prepared, he cast a forbidden spell.
The spell sealed my mind in a quest, a quest shaped by the ashes of my destroyed village. I was to become the hero destined to end his existence, to the being that had engulfed Cesac in a whirlwind of chaos. For him, the massacre of heroes, his total victory was too much; it was necessary for him to find an adversary equal to him. He wanted to lose, but in a specific way, in a singular duel against the hero he was about to forge.
The day the spell was cast, the sky itself seemed to scream in protest. The heavens roared as if magic itself forbade such a dark act. Ignoring the goddess's wail, the sinister being marked me, sealing my fate in a magical pact. The bible, filled with unfathomable rules, was consumed by flames to become the seal that adorned my heart. The creature's slender hand touched my chest, and I felt its coldness penetrate to my soul. Terror gripped me, inadvertently provoking a reaction I never would have imagined at that age. I wet myself. Then, in a mysterious flash, the being disappeared, leaving behind an oppressive silence.
His final murmur echoed in my thoughts. "Fifty years." That was the time he granted me to emerge from the darkness and confront him. Fifty years before the inevitable confrontation would begin.
When the being disappeared, all the demons that had assailed Cesac evaporated with him, as if they had never existed. Tranquility settled over the devastated village, but it was tinged with the heavy burden now weighing on my shoulders. My journey began, a path strewn with shadows and trials, with the promise of an ultimate confrontation in the darkness.
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