THE TIES OF THE COIN
WHAT STOLE THE SOUL
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Full summary: A disease is killing, swallowing those with the blessing of the Old Religion whole with blood. It stretches throughout Albion, killing hundreds of magic users and injuring many of it's great creatures. Then, it makes it's way to Camelot's gates. With Arthur freshly on the throne with his dear Gwen as queen, how shall they face their first challenge?
Disclaimer: IDNOM
A man stood in the center of an empty room, only containing his silent and unmoving body. His eyes were closed and, if you looked close enough, you could see the slight movement of his chest as he inhaled and exhaled. He had been like that since the morning sun first rose to the soft blue revealing fields of grains and joyful rabbits ready to face the day. Looking out of the uncovered window, one could only see darkened shadows, a time for the night creatures to roam the sleeping land. Yet the man seemed unfazed to the fact that he had barely moved the whole day, stomach empty of nutrients and throat parched for the clear honey that runs through the land.
Then, as sudden as the piercing cry of death, his eyes opened wide, wider than one would think possible. His pupils were large, barely allowing the trace of his milky brown eyes to show through his lashes. A sound, barely even considered a mumble, broke it's way out of his sealed lips. It was a terror filled sound, like the scream of a child in a nightmare. The knowledge of the end of the world, something no living being would ever wish to know, to see, rushed through his mind quicker than a breath. A thick fluid ran down his cheeks, the rim of his eyes turning an unnatural red. His mouth opened and he let it out, his scream of not only terror now but pain, seemed to echo throughout all of Albion, though only few actually heard it. Before the man could even blind, his body clattered to the dirt floor, blood seeming to escape any open crevasse of his aging body.
As the vile liquid spread across the earth, the man looked forward, unseeing, not breathingā¦.dead.
In a land of myth and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young man. His nameā¦.Merlin
