Crafted
The Story Of End
Prologue
The screech echoed through the halls of Carlbridge Castle. Sulef scurried down the winding hallway, moving his tiny silverfish body as fast as he could towards the sound.
"Today, today! Of course it had to happen today! The Master will be none to happy now that they're coming," He said as he narrowly avoided a hole in the floor that would have sent him plummeting down into the Void. "If it doesn't happen now, it will soon. And then the plan will be ruined! Oh, today, of course today!" Sulef slowed as he reached the massive doors that lead to his master's chamber.
"Master?" He whispered as he entered the darkened chamber.
"Quiet!" a voice screeched.
Sulef cowered. "I bring news from the surface,"
A figure emerged from the darkness, a cloak draped across its burnt and withered form. Sulef whimpered as the figure snached him up with his skeletal hand and raised him toward its face.
"What?" It demanded, squeezing Sulef.
"Th-they've come," he choked.
"RAUGH!" The figure shrieked, throwing Sulif across the room. Sulif cried as he hit the wall. The figure hurled a fireball at desk in the corner. The desk exploded, sending flaming splinters flying across the room.
"I have to stop them. Stop him." The figure muttered to himself. "But how?"
The figure stopped, and turned around to look at Sulif. Sulif was breathing heavily, the life slowly draining from his battered form. The figure smiled evilly, a plan forming in his mind.