A/N: HIII GUYS ITS FELI. And I am not dead.
This is (yet again) another Rush-based story. (Expect more… I have two other Rush-based stories coming.) This time, however, it's based off of The Necromancer. If anyone out there does not know what a Necromancer is, in this case it is a person who does black magic and wizardry… stuff like that.
Okay so if you have any questions about this just PM me or something. I don't know.
I do not own Hetalia or any of the things mentioned… like Willow Dale, or River Dawn, for example. Those are real places.
The sun was rising in the east, and three travelers from a town called Willow Dale walked through the forest. The three travelers were Ludwig, Feliciano, and Kiku. They approached the River Dawn and turned south, journeying to the forbidden lands of the Necromancer. The intensity of The Necromancer's power can be felt, and it weakens the body. They would eventually become empty, mindless souls. The forest they walked through was filled with silence. Only the birds announced the dawn as the travelers continue southward. The pathway is filled with danger, and the air is thick with fear. The three could feel his presence.
The closer they got, the more the sky would darken. Further into the forest, the Necromancer stands, watching the three through his magic prism eye. (Not real eyes, just a prism-shaped object that's magical, kind of.) The Necromancer brushed his messy blonde hair out of his eyes as he continued to watch the three helpless invaders intrude his land. He stood in his tower, holding every creature in his land under his control. The three travelers fell under his trap as they got closer, and he used his magic prism to guide them to the dungeons. They hang their heads in shame, defeated.
The three travelers sat in the dungeon, contemplating whether they could find a way out or not. All of a sudden, a young man with emerald green eyes and soft curly brown hair ran through the woods and stood in front of the Necromancer's tower. He stood, ready to battle for his freedom and the freedom of others. Prince By-Tor is his name, and he slays his foe, the Necromancer, for his thirst for freedom gives him a hunger for vengeance. The travelers were free to run, and the dark lands were restored to bright. The Necromancer soared away, in search for another land to darken, with his evil prism eye…
A/N: Wow, I love how I end this the exact way the song ends. "The Wraith of The Necromancer Shadows through the sky. Another land to darken with evil prism eye…"
I'm so creative.
Anyway, I apologize for its extreme shortness. If I could expand it to make it longer, I could, but thus, I can't.
Okay so also... The Necromancer is England, and Prince By-Tor is Spain. The three travelers are the Axis... blah blah blah.
So I hope you all enjoyed this, and please look out for more Rush-based stories. Whenever I listen to their music I get the inspiration to replace all the characters with Hetalians.
Please review~!
~Feli~
