RISE OF THE ORIGINAL; Battle Of Realms

matic light. The world above spiralled away, shrinking into a distant pinprick of sunlight until

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his senses. Cool, damp soil presse

d hypnotic. And slowly, he pushed himself up on trembling arms, bl

with hues of gold and silver under the fading light. The sal

, confirming he was a

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nking greedily from its waves till he q

, picking at the distance

earched his surroundings, e

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throbbing on his wrist so he

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ld be the

irst manifested on his wrists by the Eye of Samsara

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bly be somewhere ar

ric, guttural mockery of men caught his attention again

from the beach, narrowing his gaze

ning to lose interest, he c

d past the gnarled trunk of an ancient tree. Her bare feet

nated the darkened grove, making her an

r of hooves, a relentless c

growth, their warhorses snorting and rearing as they pressed on. Their red

s senses with unbearable intensity. His vision wavered, dissolvi

teady beneath him. Shaking his head to clear the haze, he

ming in on its own accord. The world around him seemed to blur, focusing en

it dawne

of Sa

ction. Sprinting away from the beach charg

ake sense to him now, it fee

hen wa

ould reme

ream and that wa

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ritted to himsel

, on the o

umbled forward. She brushed a trembling hand across her

her wide, terrified eyes scanned the sha

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ave possibly

athy on the horses to s

uld wor

but quickly

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ire much energy from her to compe

let her

barked, command

s si

ng their horses as they saddle fas

y things were folding, she would stumble and fa

his wish, making him

ran, her eyes flicking constantly over her sh

to notice the thick, thorny root s

t, she was sent tumbling forward. The ground rushed up to meet her, a

to her side, but by then

rcled her with their horses,

created a small pathway

from his horse immediately

l of her hair, rain punches on her wit

and towering over as he ran his f

tor. And it has come to pass before your very eyes. The difference in the prophecy is that you

lue sword from a worn scabbard strapped around his waist, he raises

ent of t

creaming inaudibly as he unsheathed

ickered down from the sky to touch the tip of the strange knife hoist to t

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veins bulging o

ain in rumbles, flickering vicio

charging at him, he gazes past him to f

the fiendish smile on

n his sword in hast

t's to

is rage and despair into the technique. With a deep, guttural breath, he focused all h

lf into the air, his muscles stra

eful yet brutal arc, tracing the shape of t

f steel that shimmered in the light

blade's energy surged, a powerful bl

med to crackle with the raw intensity of the attack,

blood splinters out of his

heart racing, the remnants of his

ey... it's okay ....

e scampered to her side, throwing his sw

beautiful as the moon, are now

all this if he had taken

was, he regretted givi

an to trail down from the corners of her lips. She grimaces in pain as she looks a

so long protec

aping her eyes, disappearing into t

y, shoulders tremblin

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