A Journey of Life

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The breath of life was put back into my dead soul. I was sent back from the dark depths of darkness. For I have not complete my goal. I stand here waiting in the frozen land of the north to be left to die and to do the right thing. I am the wandering soul of good. I was possessed by the soul itself. I had to complete my mission of righteousness, justice and freedom from evil itself. For when I tread on this loan some barren land, I leave the seeds of life in each footstep. I am the only one left able to withstand the curses of demons, demigods, and the poison of evil. For the gods watch over me. I was sent to fill their place on this veiled place. For I was sent to lay forth the road of good of these people who have almost become pure evil. The thing that Damakun, evil’s proper name, feeds on. He is the one that the people will listen to when all goodness escapes. When the task of human life fails, he is there to bring down even more. He started the Age of Darkness itself. He put out the Flames of God. He stopped all connection between human and god. He sent gods into an eternal cage to locked and never be called upon again. For the lives of the god where tricked by the god Drazel. He made them take a break from duties, made them not look at the Flames of God. That’s when he struck, when he called upon the armies of darkness to put them out. For once he put out the Flames of God he could start his reign of chaos. He had Damakun set up the Flame of Death. The flame that only Drazel and only him may have a connection with the race of men. This is where I was sent to intervene. The gods found no other way but to find the purest of heart, wisest of men, and have him be their representative on earth. That is I. I am the one who has to travel to face Damakun and Drazel to kill them both, and relight the Flames of Gods. For this the soul of every god is now in body, their power runs through my veins. Their heart and minds are now mine. For now I have to continue my journey from the north and head south into darkness itself. I will have to unite the race of men under one banner, I have to put the good back into the bad. I have to suffer everyone’s pains as if they where my own. I will make the race of men good again. The light will shine yet again on this land I have come to love.







I am the king of the dead. I am ruled by the one know as Drazel. I am Damakun. I was the one who put out the Flames of God. I made a pact with him, for me to rule the race of men, and in return he will become the only god. I agreed not knowing the outcomes of this pact. I soon found out that by doing this I was made eternally evil. I killed my son, my wife, and all other family relations. I have no family that I remember. My dark, evil soul has slowly been controlling me. I was made ruler of the race of men, but they could only bow under me if they are purely evil. There soul and hark must be blackened. They will only bow down under me if that happens, otherwise they become dead. The pure souls are my only enemy. They are the only ones who can stand up against my vile reign of chaos, but few are left. The world is becoming darker by the days. Soon a black sun will cover the sky in an aura of darkness. Pure evil souls will fill the world. Soon the race of men will be my puppets. We shall rule and destroy all who oppose us. We will travel to new lands, and wreak havoc there.





We saw him lay there in the center of town. We saw his body at rest, wondering if he was dead. The local priest said to stay away from, energy was radiated from his body. The presence of another being could be felt by the town.