Fiction : Pain

Keinon looked upon the blood that covered his hands. She was dead. He couldn't save her. Suia lay on the ground before him. There were deep burns and perfect cuts over her body. This was clearly the work of a wizard. Keinon looked up.

In front of him, the guilty one stood, as if nothing had happened. Anger boiled from within Keinon.

“How could you do this, Letzner?” he yelled.

Letzner simply grinned. He could never be forgiven.

“Why?” Keinon screamed.

“She was poisoning your mind, my friend,” Letzner replied calmly, tapping his forefinger against his temple.

How could his only friend do this to him? Why? Suia was the only reason why Keinon woke up in the morning. His broken life was mended when she came into his life. She was everything. Now she was gone. There was nothing more to live for.

Keinon screamed, for his loss, for his anger. Fires erupted from his hands as he summoned the magic. He had only one goal. Even if he lost his life, he would fight. He would kill Letzner.

Fiction : Eternal

The pain in Dan's right hand was starting to become unbearable. It had happened a lot in the past, but never this severe. Perhaps it was close to completely breaking the seal.

Without the mage here, he couldn't recast the seal to ensure its strength. A feeling of regret entered his mind. He should have had the seal recast from the moment he began suspecting. Now it could very well be too late.

The pain burst into his hand at such a high intensity that his hand became numb. The pain spread further until his whole right arm was engulfed in a flurry of tiny stabbings. As he started to lose feeling in his arm, he tried his best not to cry out in pain. There were already a few people looking at him suspiciously as he grunted every now and then.

“Keep it down!” an angry man called. The opera in the background was so loud that a few grunts couldn't possibly drown it out, but Dan nodded anyway, trying his best to stay silent.

His entire right arm was numb now. Slowly, pain returned, but only on a few places on his arm in thin lines. It was the seal that was cracking.

Dan stood up and started to jog out of the room, pulling up his sleeve as he went. Angry red lines were spreading across his skin. It seemed as if his arm was cracking open. Dan knew he only had a few seconds to spare. He made a dash for the window.

But it was too late. Everything broke at once. Windows shattered and glasses exploded. Drapes and tablecloths set aflame and the people fell to their knees.

There was no escape now. They would all die. If only he had resealed it earlier.

The roar echoed throughout the city, reverberating every window of every house. The city had only a few seconds to ponder about the cause before it was engulfed in eternal flames.