(A/N: This story is unedited. It might have typographical and grammatical errors.
Some pages aren't final and are subject to changes as the story progresses.)
Prologue
A mysterious little young boy live in the middle of the forest alone.
"Aah"
As he finished drinking the water coming from the river, he look up to see the moon shining brightly in the darkness of the sky.
For that moment he enjoy the beauty of the things he saw above him. When suddenly there's a pack of wolves sorround him.
His little eyes grew bigger of what he saw in front of him.
"Don't come near me"
He warned them but still they draw closer and closer to him.
"Don't...I-I'm not an enemy"
As he try to extend his small hand to stop them the wolves finally attack and close their gap.
But before they could even reach him the wolves fell to the ground and died in a snap without a single scratch.
"You can't..come close to me"
He whispered while shaking in fear looking at the dead wolves around him.
"I'm sorry..even though I don't want to take anyone's life away...the world is kept rejecting me"
It's not just those wolves were dead but also shurbs, flowers, trees, and even birds.
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DARK BRINGER
FantasyHe was a complete formula made by Enchantresses lead by his mother Sephora. He was supposedly fated to create and start the enchantresses era together with the sorcerers using the abilities he gained from the ritual. But he got killed by an unknown...
