《lord fear》17. history lesson
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POV: Vile
“What is it old man.
The old man hopes off the rock giving a little laugh as he lands.
“I am just here to answer any questions you’re going to have, now open the chest.
Questions I am going to have? I took the chest at my ring; it was gold with the same engravings as before when I walked in that room at the library. I put my hand on top of the chest about to open it, when a strange energy entered my body; I dropped the chest in surprise.
“What is this!?
The unknown energy moved about inside me finally settling in my heart.
“What’s going on old man?
“Open the chest!
The old man had a serious face, he emitted some of his power in his voice and it took all I had not to drop to my knees. We stared down at each other for a couple of minutes until I walked to where I dropped the chest and picked it back up, I opened the chest and saw a book inside, but before I could give it any more thought the book started to float in the air. The book had a rune like marking on the cover and it started to glow a deep red, it opened itself up and it5s pages started to turn faster and faster. The red glow was getting stronger and my eyes started to blur. By this point I couldn’t see anything around me; it was just a deep blurry red.
“Old man! I shouted. The flipping of pages field my ears like a thousand rock being thrown in water.
“Stop being such a pussy boy, hahahah you are about to get a little history lesson so pay attention. The old man said.
“Damn it litchis! I shouted to the heavens. Everything was fading away and I was surrounded by darkness, suddenly that darkness started to fade away bringing voices.
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“My king the enemy has broken through the fifth wall!
“Send the 7th and 28th legions!
Soon I got my Barings and was in a throne room; in front of me was a man in a black fury cloak. In like my medium sized hair this man hair reached to his back, his eyes was a deeper red then mined with golden edges. He looked straight at me.
“I leave this message to my brother, my kin, and my kin. I am king Nile vas tilium 347th in line. Today most creatures of this world have joined forces to kill us the lords. They have broken through the fifth wall and it will not be long until they reach the first and last wall, we was tricked and used, and now we may be the last of our kind. I only pry that we are not. This is the real story of what happened to us lords for I know the humans and other races would hide the truth then to tell it.
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