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Power, the object we all crave.

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*A dirtied book lies on the road, neglected and beaten, interested you pull open the journal. Several names are scrawled down but they are too washed out to read.*

My foolishness, causing me to think that I could trust Lodric. I joined him to gain power, setting a illusion that I was devoted to serving his “lords” who he praised so greatly, and with such reverence. My blade sung, and I was pleased that my goal was finally in sight. Time passed, days ended. We began to fight more often, going as far as to kill destroy the “F.O.A’s” fortress, even after that I still did not have the power I deserved. Time passed, I began to realize how useless my efforts were, his lord’s still considered me a mut, and I was given nothing for my services.

Some time ago, we captured a “Enlightened” or whatever they consider themselves anymore. I spoke with him, trying to subdue my interest in the power he holds, in that gold stave. Again, I slipped. “So, what is it like?” I asked, thinking into how he achieved his abilities.

“What do you mean, my child?” he replied with agitating arrogance. I clarified, meaning about the power he holds. He smiled at me, and laughed.

“Aeriel’s blessing is great.” I grunted, angry at his games, thinking he was taunting me.

“Don’t play with me, I mean the power.”

He smirked again, I went out to strike him, then decided better. “Aeriel’s blessing is it’s cause.” I sighed and heard bones rattling. A “Lord” was approaching. He growled, and ordered me to release him with due haste. I sighed, and pulled the lever as Wrath materialized, ordering me to keep him locked up, in that pitiful trap. It was laughable. The nameless one was already out, and going with “Lord” Lannith to the “Cookie-Lady and the Overlord.” I am still wondering why a child was chosen to be so powerful.

(Hello guys, this is the first in a set I'm working on. Mind you, I'm 13,(Also English is kind of A second language. I'm not THAT good.)

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My power is knowledge to the fact you failed to count as realism that power is not an object, nor is it a physical tool, save magic and otherworldly beings.

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