The evening sky glowed a deep orange. The setting sun painted the world in a fleeting beauty — a picture of warmth before night devoured it whole. And beneath that dying light, a lone figure sat beneath a tree. Blood soaked his body. His arms and legs were shattered, twisted at impossible angles. His face — half crushed. Only one eye remained open, staring calmly at the countless mages surrounding him. A thin layer of a translucent shield flickered around him — the only thing holding back hundreds of furious mages, all thirsting for his blood. “Hello, my friends,” he said. His mouth curved into a smile, leaking blood and broken teeth. “I know you all wanted to meet me.” He shifted slightly — the motion barely visible. “But it seems this big shield is stopping me from greeting you properly.” A chorus of teeth grinding filled the air. “You coward!” someone shouted from the crowd. “Remove your shield and fight like a man!” Edal turned his head toward the voice. A tall, broad-shouldered ma...
A space for me to share my experience with imagination trough fiction. Some will be short, some maybe long, few will be good but most will be not, still all will be mine.