"Have you succeeded on subjugating the destined one?" Asked by a cold, unnerving voice.
"No, master, we underestimated them too much" Said by a hooded figure, a man's voice.
"With the boy is a servant of the gods and a mage that could cast by uttering a single word" Said by another hooded figure, a lady's voice.
After confessing their failure, the two hooded figures was tortured, or an illusion.
The two were strangled, or felt being strangled, by strange magic. Suffocating in this dark, damp room. A small room, with only a torch serving as the light of it. It was made in dark wood, a table and a bookshelf on the right side. The books were undecipherable by any known languange, and a knife, stained by blood at its tip, placed idly on the table.
After creating a circle and dripped a bit of blood, the hooded figures then established communication with their master. As they believe that scientifical objects can be easily hacked, easily destroyed, as to why they rely on magic more.
A couple of seconds past and the cold voice then released the grip on the hooded figures neck, the two both gasping for air like fish begging to breath. Both were sweaty and were given mere seconds to rest, then the hooded figures spoke again.
"We are very sorry, master" Said the hooded man figure in a ragged voice, prostating himself in front of the circle.
"We thank you for giving us our punishment for our failure, and we hope that you can forgive us, master" Said the hooded lady figure
The cold voice went silent, thinking if the two can still serve after their grave mistake of failing on killing the target.
"No" The hooded figures shrieked "That was only a medium of my anger and disappointment. The true punishment" The cold voice paused "Is being burned alive" Then, the cold voice went silent.
"we are sorry master, PLEASE, LET US SERVE YOU ONCE MORE" The hooded figures said as they prostated themselves more intensely, their sweat covering the faces that may be lost by an utter of a word.
"But" The cold voice spoke "I'll allow to let you serve me again".
"Yes, master!" They both said in unison, crying to save their faces for another day.
"Now, you have another task" The hooded figures went stopped celebrating and listened.
"Five years from now, tragedy will strike again, and with it, your chance to kill the boy"
"If you fail, don't ever expect you will be spared"
"UNDERSTOOD, MASTER" They stood straight after, stiff and thankful for they still draw breath.
"Remember this, maintain friendly relations with the boy. Use any resource at your disposal, as failure means death". Then, the cold voice went silent. The circle slowly lost its color, till it vanished on the floor, not leaving any trace that it was ever created.
>:T
"Strange, I don't remember giving my true Identity" Said Marco, transforming back to his true form. Orange hair, Orange eyes, but the clothes and tone still remained the same.
"Men are too easy to read, that's why" Clarisse said, still suspicious at the young man.
"Ah, I see, age really makes you wise?" He said sarcastically, as if teasing her.
"What do you mean?" asked Clarisse, clearly confused about the current situation now.
"Well, if I can see clearly, you are very old as we..." He flew.
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The Advent Of The End
FantasyA boy, who is destined to control time, returns back into the past.... Once upon a time, five heroes defeated the malevolent emperor and ceased corruption and chaos throughout the land. At its final words, the end will come, and no one can stop it. ...
