With one quick swipe of the cleaver my arm was on the floor and I felt a warm wave wash over me. I was consumed by such a sense of nirvana as I was thrust into such a fit of uncontrollable laughter as the room began spinning. My vision was filled with the blurry colourful motion of everything around me. I couldn’t feel myself anymore. I felt as though everything that made me who I was had been ripped out of my very body, the casing that holds my soul here.
I opened my eyes, looked around my in shock. The windows were blown through, the electricity was gone and suddenly I felt cold. The whole world went cold. Then suddenly I heard a little crackle. I swung my head around and I just saw my friend, or what I thought was my friend, they were as white as a ghost. Muck and cuts all over them. They started running towards me as if they were anything but high.
Growing up in the orphanage they were never really good things. I still remember the day I was put in there. A lot of people don't know this but before the grand mage was so “grand” he was given the duty of running the orphanage. Everyone thinks he is the most pure man in the world the true leader but I still have scars to say otherwise. The orphanage was hell but I got out last year and yes I live in the slums but I haven't been abused in a long time. That's all behind me now.
I made this katana myself. I had to climb the biggest mountain and chop a tree down with my bare hands. From this wood I made the handle. I dived into an active volcano with the metal and melted it to forge the blade. The blade is so sharp it had to be kept in a titanium case because it will slice open anything it touches. It glides through bone.
It was total chaos. Large structured homes were now statues of ice , the nearby lake was totally frozen over and the town's thieves were breaking into the quickly freezing homes to take supplies from lesser privileged families . I never pictured such wretchedness. It was as if everyone lost their humanity.
She dropped it on the grass as it burst into flame, and a small, scaley oceanic-blue dragon looked up at her. She was dumbstruck by its beautiful scales, but heard yelling coming closer and saw Orcs making their way up the mountain. Rael, where are you? She thought as she picked the dragon up and raced down the other side of the mountain.
Nine feet tall, mouth bursting with giant yellow teeth. I gather my courage and travel further down the caverns. It seems they can’t see me. It’s probably the work of a mirror spell. Only High Mage Ezra is capable of casting those. I can see them but they can’t see me. There seems to be hundreds - no - thousands of them down here. Somebody’s building an army! I have to alert the High Council of this now. How could they not know this is going on beneath their feet? But then I hear footsteps. My mouth reacts quick and casts a forget-me-not spell and I duck into the shadows - who I see coming down the steps astounds me. The High Council! Of course, Cecil, how could you be so stupid! They’re in on it.
As I walked down the large hall to them I caught a glimpse of myself in a large and shiny stalactite. I brushed my mane back from my face, picked some leftover goats-meat from my fangs and straightened some scales on my chest that had become messy from changing altitude.