Angelus
Wrapped up in Shadow
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Alec stood there, his sword resting on his shoulder as he watched the sun slowly rise above the horizon. He had been travelling for days, looking for this large source of magic that he had felt. He had felt nothing like this and it scared him, more than he would like to admit. He closed his eyes and searched within himself a direction for this source and found to his surprise that it had moved closer to him.
He moved down the hill, towards the road and wondered what he was going to do when he found what he was searching for. Would he have to destroy it or would it destroy him. He knew that he wanted to lose this gift that he had but he did not want to lose it that way, he wanted to lose it but live the rest of his life.
He began to walk down the road, sliding his sword back into its sheath and said to himself, "Please let this thing help me."
He hoped that it would. He didn't want the life that he had, to have a life where he could control the very essence of magic and have more power than any person in this world only to give up his life to do so.
He moved down the hill, towards the road and wondered what he was going to do when he found what he was searching for. Would he have to destroy it or would it destroy him. He knew that he wanted to lose this gift that he had but he did not want to lose it that way, he wanted to lose it but live the rest of his life.
He began to walk down the road, sliding his sword back into its sheath and said to himself, "Please let this thing help me."
He hoped that it would. He didn't want the life that he had, to have a life where he could control the very essence of magic and have more power than any person in this world only to give up his life to do so.