The new light.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise is obviously not mine, anything you don't is.
Prologue
"Power rising, soaring, dancing.
Knowledge knowing, teaching, waltzing.
Powers and knowledge come to me.
Drown me, dance with me, come to me."
The currents of power and the winds of knowledge swirled around the figure, forming a sphere that was an array of every colour of the spectrum.
"Come to me!" the figure commanded. The sphere obeyed and to the observer it would appear that it was sucked into the figure, like a vacuum.
"It is done." The figure whispered into the darkness, before collapsing to the ground in a dead faint.
AN: yes another story started at this rate I'll never get any of my others finished.
Feed back please!!
LS
