~ The Promise ~

[The Media Wizard 2958]

The world froze quickly, causing Azoth's mind to race quickly. What was he doing? Venting. Yes, that was a good word for what he was doing. Kalameet, his old Master, was nothing more than his Teacher now. This meant Azoth was now just a Student... no longer worthy of the rank of Apprentice. This was what was doing this to him.

 

"As if I didn't see this coming," Azoth growls angrily out loud. "You were like my Father... now, I'm just a faulty instrument."

 

The man underneath Azoth's boot squeals something loudly about his newborn daughter. Azoth looks down at him a moment before grunting loudly, his foot smashing down through the man's skull, blood splattering across the stone floor. Azoth steps over the man and continues down the road with a dark evil within his eyes.

 

"Hmm... like father like son..."

 

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.