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PIANO FINGERS
Prologue
All around him; surrounding him, were the bodies of the dead.
Young, old, light and dark. All lay beside each other, sacrifices in the final battle between the good and the evil.
They had died; passing onto an afterlife where they would reach peace from the world of chaos that they had given themselves to.
Their sacrifices would not be in vain.
Black, black strands of hair curled about his face as he chanted the last words of his spell...
"Proderae Colleceuius!"
The fiery phoenix above him spread its wings open, the culmination of the war.
Emerald eyes glowed,
magical fields ripping and merging into one. Bright, fiery lines tore, and formed new lines, united and separated into something spectacular, something new. Power surged through his
body and surrounded him, making him invisible to the world. Making him one with the magic that was everywhere.
Vaguely, he acknowledged that he could not hear the screams anymore.
It was then that the darkness consumed him.