《Trials of the Seven - Dawn of a new age》Miz maamr zonn - Dwarf Boy (Un-named)
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The mana was running wild around us. Nobody around was noticing the difference. Something happened when the nice lady went out to fight beside the sturdy man.
The three taller brauzag moved together from across the battle field. They had won against what would of taken a whole dwarven city to fend off. Our realms must be just that different. This realm might stand a chance unlike my own.
The brauzag near me were all cheering as the three walked back. Could they not see that there was a bomb walking towards us.
The maag was flowing from the one in the center, the new comer. He was dangerous.
I had never seen so much maag from a single tharki before.
A drakh maybe.
I was trembling in fear.
there was a brizag that was almost my size that was speaking to me in their tongue.
I couldn't understand it.
It was all too new to me.
Two of the female dwarfs started running towards the three, they must of sensed the danger because they ran for the guy in the center.
his eyes were glowing blue. The maag was going to burst out of him.
I gripped the brav skil taalomar my taad had made for me before he tossed me into the portal.
only twelve more hours remained until the demons finished their portals and arrived, I only stuck to the female I was with because she was seemed strong enough to fend off the first wave of the demons at least.
They didn't know what kind of hell was coming.
The original drakuh had destroyed their world with just the six of them. The six became the demon lords that are slowly making their way here now.
The next world they created another sixty drakuh to serve under them and destroy the world.
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by the time they reached my world the drakuh had increased to six million six hundred sixty six thousand six hundred and sixty with the six drakh lords ruling over them all.
they were bringing almost a million more to this realm as the last two realms each died off fast.
The gnomes didn't believe us when the survivors from our realm warned of the oncoming threat. The gnome world was taken over before the first wave had even ended.
The daukhel lasted longer, The daukhel had the ability to adapt to any environment so we came across a few that looked like they would be able to survive and fight back.
The Forest daukhel were fast and moved through the woods with ease, most of them died off when the raukhsit had come to scout after the gnomes all died off.
The dark daukhel lived in the caves and were good with weapons, The orcs made them look like children.
The Water daukhel had become fish like growing fins and being able to swim and control the water. Merlocs gave them a watery funeral.
The high daukhel were booming with thark, their maag was still nowhere near the brizag in the center but they could control their mana through charms.
I gripped the ring in my pocket. It was a gift from the dekhel that sent me here.
The maag hring was a training device for young daukhel to learn to control their maag . It would leave them with only the bare minimum maag they needed to survive.
It was my only hope to save us all.
I sprinted towards the tall dwarfs as fast as my little legs could carry me.
The maag was surging towards him like a tsunami drawing back before returning to land with an unstoppable force.
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He was glowing by the time I grabbed his hand.
The hring slipped onto his finger and he pulled his hand away from mine and screamed out in pain.
The maag exploded, I was too late.
I was lifted from the ground and thrown backwards towards the crowd of onlookers.
Each of the ones near the epicenter were being thrown like me in different directions.
The hilly ground was being ripped apart in a spiral form dragging more and more dirt with it as the maag expended outwards.
I crashed into the crowd before the maag wave reached here.
The wave stopped before hitting the first person, the maag started shooting upwards instead.
The sky changed. The rift that was near was destroyed.
I had never seen such a blue sky in my life.
The man fainted once the maag calmed down.
Nobody moved or said anything.
The sun rose with everybody scared to move. I was born under the rifts, I had never seen a sun rise before.
My mother was a surface dwarf while my father lived his life in the caves, He used to describe my mother as beautiful as the first sunrise he had ever seen.
I started to cry.
"Miz maamr zonn."
The people around me repeated my call for my mother. It was strange to hear my word be butchered by their tongues.
My brav skil taalomar started to beep.
It was early, something had gone wrong.
I looked around and everyone else had their brav cards out and were looking at them.
Panic started to set in for all but the four around the now unconscious tharki.
the four of them stood up and dragged the tharki towards the camp and laid him down beside the log bench that marked the entrance way.
The sturdy guy stood up on the log and started shouting at the top of his voice. The people had started to calm down.
Earth thaurki worked together to slowly form a wall around the whole lake.
Water thaurki created a moat around the lake and camp.
Everyone was doing something.
I felt useless, my race was only good at crafting and there was nowhere for me to use my skaul around here to help everyone.
I stood around with the shorter dwarfs and we watched over the tharki as he slept.
The strong lady was cutting trees from beyond the battlefield and dragging them back towards the camp like they were nothing.
The camp no longer looked like a camp.
It started to feel like a village.
I checked my brav skil taalomar, twelve hours had passed since the first demons had crossed over to this world.
Where were they?
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