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I must be the only person who likes Dalamar.
Dalamar: Leave me alone
Bana: Pretty boy!
Dalamar: Ack! Shalafi Help!
Chapter one
Fire welled around a dark hole in the air. It streamed up from the ground, from the oceans. Everything burned with a thick crackling heat. Dalamar's senses exploded with it. His eyes ran with tears from the smoke, he could only hear it's roaring and Jenna's choking screams.
The beings of all and nothing devoured her alive.
"Dalamar! Help me," Her voice faded into oblivion. She wasn't important anymore, the only thing that was survival. Sulfur and brimstone filled Dalamar's nose making him cough up his own blood. He felt the strength ebbing from his veins. There was no more magic. Its instant burble was sluggish in his blood. No tingle. It was gone, there was nothing left for him to use.
He concentrated all that was left of his energy into one single sphere of black light. He forced his last bit of power into it, tearing it from his fingertips. He bit his lower lip in pain. His muscles burned from the strain. The dark wizard was not afraid; if he died there would be no abyss for his soul to rot in. There was no longer good or evil. It was everything you had against the father of the gods, and Dalamar was going to give it everything to his last breath. To save his magic, to save his world. And he knew he was going to die doing it, as his lover Jenna already had.
Suddenly the smoke cleared making was for a figure larger than the biggest dragon. Dalamar caught his breath in his throat. Chaos, the Father of All and Nothing, in the form of man.
"My aren't you a stubborn little thing," Chaos's voice resounded throughout his ears. He struggled to continue standing. "Why won't you just die?" Chaos mocked him. Dalamar stared up into Chaos's fiery eyes, fearless.
"You kill me, and it gains you nothing. The world is not your, it will never be," Chaos threw his head back and laughed.
"You, you're still standing and yet you defy me to my face. No…" Dalamar's ball of light exploded. He would take down as many shadows as he could with him. Pain exploded in his chest, where the forever bleeding fingerprints had been. He fell to his knees, coughing up his own blood. He tried to clear his eyes and his nose. Blood clotted his vision and ran from his nose over his lips. He senses were dimming, numbness took control. The world of dark and fire swirled around him. He closed his eyes waiting for oblivion to take him.
"No," Chaos continued. "You won't die. But you'll wish you had,"