DISCLAIMER: I don't own Magic the gathering.
Note: Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1:
Drawde Aim stealthily climbed the stairs to where the God of Destruction was resting, a glowing fireball hovering a few inches over his hand. He planned to smite the god, take his powers, and take his seat on the council. Drawde was, of course, nearly as powerful and felt that the seat was rightfully his.
He opened the door. Drawde winced as the door creaked
Just as he got close to the god, Drawde tripped a wire, and the alarms began blaring. He knew there was only a matter of seconds before...
"Stop him!" yelled Ytiruces, captain of the guard. The guards were close and came closer.
Drawde quickly converted his fireball into a flaming knife, and killed two guards. Somehow, the God of Destruction was sleeping through the ruckus. Drawde aimed carefully, and stabbed his knife into the god's heart.
Suddenly, white light burst from the cut. Drawde put his hand in the light, and stole his powers. Then, the body began to glow in white light.
Drawde looked away, as did Ytiruces and some of the other guards. The other guards combusted. The god exploded and nothing was left. The guards grabbed Drawde.
"Thou shall be trialed tomorrow morning. Take thee away, guards,", said Ytiruces. Drawde smirked as the guards dragged away, knowing he accomplished the first part of his plan.
Then, he burst into flames. The real Drawde Aim walked out from behind the door.
"Thou really thought thou caught thee, didn't thou?", Drawde said as he unsheathed his sword. Ytiruces unsheathed his sword too. They began to duel.
Finally, Ytiruces knocked his opponent's sword out of his hand. Ytiruces pointed his sword at Drawde's neck. Drawde grinned.
"Thine mind hast forgotten. I have powers, too.", Drawde said. As he spoke this, he summoned two flame swords.
"Enough! This hast gone on for too long! Alas, I'd never though I would have to seal my own kind. Guards! Sealing position Alpha Gamma Omega!" yell the captain. The guards formed a triangle with the captain at front.
"Signum Dei, tumultus alligant autem adversus, ut destructo in aeternum!" yelled Ytiruces. Drawde fell to the ground, a seal with the shapes and colors of white and blue mana on his forehead. He found that he could barely move his own body.
"Guards, drag him away", said the captain, and so they did. Right before they dragged him away, Drawde gave Ytiruces a dirty look, and the guards closed the door to leave the captain to think.
The guards brought Drawde to a cell. Drawde was sure he was foiled. He soon drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Notes: O MY god. it is short. For the next chapter, I'll probably write something longer. Also, it is very hard to write in Shakespearean English. (And yes, I ad libbed the spell for sealing so it sounded cooler)
