He woke suddenly he sensed something amazing, his goal awaited him what he waited thousands of years for, he didn't know how long exactly he lived, it had been so long that a hundred years would blur past in what seemed to be minutes. But he didn't have time to think about silly things like how old he was.
He looked around at his once dinghy now slightly less dinghy cave that he hadn't left for hundreds of years, he didn't need to though, he could practice magic without mortals(God he hated that term) annoying him, he didn't need to go out hunting, his magic was so powerful he could pull food out of thin air.
He stepped out of the cave he lived in for so many years, he felt the sunlight on his skin or was it moonlight, he hadn't stepped out of his solitary home for so long he couldn't remember which was which.
He felt death in the air the death of over a thousand sorcerers that the alter-ego of his distant relation Valkyrie Cain was so considerate to end.
He set off on his journey towards Ireland's Sanctuary, the sorcerers weren't going to end themselves, after all it was his duty as the last ancient to end magic.
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The Last ancient
Fanfiction*Undergoing some editing* Everyone just kind of assumed the last of the ancients died,well they were wrong. With more power than Darquesse herself the last of the ancients is going to destroy all sorcerers, but unfortunately the gang are a man down...
