Overlord :the return of magic
Author notes: hello everyone who's reading this this is one of rymy first fanfics so it's going to appear quite noobish at first but be patient it might get better later on.
Once upon a time there was an ending. Normally this would just be a minor setback for us to find a new master but we knew no such master would come. He is dead and heirless. all of his wenches were either dead, beaten unconscious or taken prisoner and all that was left was a broken tower and the mindless swarms of minions stirring in their hives. Soon they began to slack off and good had taken over making a chaotic mess of the world. As time went on magic began to fade, soon a strange art called "science" began to take over and magic had became the subject of myths and fairytales... until today. I was looking through the current travesties of the world as always do I suddenly I saw a strangely obscure but wonderful scene. Some sort angel of with the purpose of spreading love throughout the world had shot a teenage boy with too many of her magical arrows. Now not only did it cause nearly all of the female coeds in his school to run after him like flies to a freshly dead carcass but, unbeknownst to anyone... I saw a spark of power, a sliver of what was once lost to us. Our key for evil to rise again, our key to return this world to the glorious way it was, because after all is said and done evil always finds a way
Gnarl took a look at the world around him and became filled with dismay. Flowers blooming, butterflies fluttering, birds singing ugh! It was absolutely disgusting. But wasn't here to look at the scenery he was here to observe the boy and he was almost delighted after seeing the boys actions. The flying kretin was telling him how he was cursed and how he could break it. But instead of believing it he ran away in disbelief not believing a single it said. Taking one look at him he knew he would be an excellent candidate. He was brash, stubborn and stern, he would make an excellent master.
Just one little problem.
He would have to craft his own armor.
