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A girl with white hair was sprawled out on the cold floor. Her eyes were shut; her chest rose steadily. Her eyes fluttered open. "What? Where am I?" She asked aloud to herself. She looked around. Darkness engulfed her. The pain was slowly setting in, an aching in her bones and a sense of tiredness.
She noticed the familiarities of the room. It was like a dark palace. And at her memory it struck her in the form of fear.
"Worthless. Absolutely worthless." An all to familiar voice spat. The wizard child stared wide eyed at the dark man before her. She groveled at his feet, the blackness shrouding him. "I-I-am so sorry-my-my liege. It-will-ne-never happen again!" She cried. "Silence!" He roared. "You'v been enough trouble without soiling my robes. OFF!" He took the left leg and shook her off and she cried out in pain and laded on the floor. "To think, I had to use my magic to save your useless hide. Worthless!" He snapped. The girl looked up. "I am so sorry, master. Thank you for saving my life." She said frightened, secretly wishing she were dead. "I didn't do it for you!" He spat. "Master?" She was confused. Why had he saved her then? "I need the boy alive for now. His death isn't useful to me..yet." He said. "Sir, I thought you wanted Marshall Lee dead?" Ashley asked. "Silence! You re but a mere apprentice. How are you to know such plans I have for the dark prince? He and I are actually quite similar." The man smiled. "You do not want him dead?" Ashley asked cautiously. "No, you fool! Of course I want him dead! I need him dead. Him and is mother. If I am to rule the Nightosphere and destroy all light, I will need the last of the Abadeers dead. For now, I need them. His power is so raw, so useful. I must admit I need it." The shadowed man said. "For what reason do you-"Ashley was stopped. The man swept down like a mighty bird and slapped her across the face. She cried out and winced in pain.
"What concern of it is yours?" He snapped. He smiled at Ashley's craven shakiness. He smirked and stroked his beard, chuckling to himself. "You are a failure, but you will have another chance to prove you are not completely worthless." He used his magic to create a ball of energy, in this energy matter formed an image. The image was of present Marshall Lee, who was with the meat bags he called friends. "Someone of worth, pay attention to him Ashley. For here lies true blackness in his heart. A true dark prince. Yes. Too bad he has to die, he would make a most promising apprentice. Ah well. No matter. He will die, him and all others basking in the light. Fools. Fools indeed. Still, I will rule over it all. The light and the dark. Soon it will al be mine, and no one will stop me this time. Not even the Abadeers." Ashley cringed in fear as the man's evil laughter echoed throughout the halls of the dark castle. The end was near, very near.
The End?