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Mozenrath's sister belong to me. Do not archive this story or use my
characters without my permission. I hope you like it! More coming soon!
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Shadows of Destiny
Three shadows ran through the dead city. The wind whistled around them, for telling of a sand storm that would come. One could clearly be seen that the three figures were of a young woman and the other two were twins, a boy and a girl. The woman hurried them through the streets, praying that they would make it to the gates. She could hear the footsteps of the dead solders. She ran faster, tugging the children behind her. Suddenly a flash of black and blue fire appeared in front of her and she backed away.
"I believe you have something that belongs to me," the man said calmly.
"You won't get them back, Destane," the woman snapped, bringing the children closer to her.
"You're sister left them to me, Atrus, now give them up," Destane snarled.
"Mirage was foolish. I will not let you twist them," Atrus spat.
Suddenly the black sand erupted around them. Atrus took out a dagger, ready to defend the children with her life. The children huddled together, neither wanting to return to their evil Master. She raised it and slashed at the first Mumluk that lunged toward her. Another grabbed the boy. She turned and cut the hand from the undead servant. The hand still clutched the boy's wrist, but he pried it off.
Destane frowned and lifted his hand. A blast of black fire came from it but she blocked it. It bounced off her magic and hit a mumluck, destroying him. She ducked the next blast.
"Stop playing around, Atrus, and give me the children!" Destane roared.
He gathered his magic and the sand gathered into a hand. It reached, grabbing the warrior from behind. She struggled but couldn't break the grip of it. Two more sand hands grabbed the children.
"Do what you will with me, Destane, but let the children go! Please!" she cried.
"It's a tempting offer, Atrus. But I prefer to have someone easier to control," Destane said.
He then squeezed his hand and the sand hand tightened around her. Suddenly it glowed and exploded, releasing her.
"You should never mess with a realm keeper or a Jagaar and certainly not a mixture of both, Destane!" she yelled.
White light enveloped the other two hands and they exploded, releasing the two children.
"I will not lose them this time nor any other time, Atrus," Destane growled.
He gestured and black flame ran from his hands like liquid fire. The boy screamed and clutched at his hand, where the black glove was on.
"For you see, their Mother gave me an excellent restraint on the boy, and if you remove it now, he will die," Destane said.
"We shall see," she snapped.
She gestured and a gold light enveloped the three. But when it cleared, the boy was there but Atrus and his sister was gone.
"Take him back to his room. I will punish him later," Destane ordered.
The mumluks seized the boy and dragged him away.
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Mozenrath gasped as he awoke. He wiped a hand over his damp forehead.
"Master, all right?" Xerxes said as he swam into view.
"Why wouldn't I be, Xerxes? Besides, it was just a nightmare," Mozenrath said.
*But why had he dreamed something like that. He didn't remember anyone named Atrus and who had the girl been?* he wondered.
He shrugged it off. It was probably a nightmare like he had said it was.
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Shadows of Destiny
Three shadows ran through the dead city. The wind whistled around them, for telling of a sand storm that would come. One could clearly be seen that the three figures were of a young woman and the other two were twins, a boy and a girl. The woman hurried them through the streets, praying that they would make it to the gates. She could hear the footsteps of the dead solders. She ran faster, tugging the children behind her. Suddenly a flash of black and blue fire appeared in front of her and she backed away.
"I believe you have something that belongs to me," the man said calmly.
"You won't get them back, Destane," the woman snapped, bringing the children closer to her.
"You're sister left them to me, Atrus, now give them up," Destane snarled.
"Mirage was foolish. I will not let you twist them," Atrus spat.
Suddenly the black sand erupted around them. Atrus took out a dagger, ready to defend the children with her life. The children huddled together, neither wanting to return to their evil Master. She raised it and slashed at the first Mumluk that lunged toward her. Another grabbed the boy. She turned and cut the hand from the undead servant. The hand still clutched the boy's wrist, but he pried it off.
Destane frowned and lifted his hand. A blast of black fire came from it but she blocked it. It bounced off her magic and hit a mumluck, destroying him. She ducked the next blast.
"Stop playing around, Atrus, and give me the children!" Destane roared.
He gathered his magic and the sand gathered into a hand. It reached, grabbing the warrior from behind. She struggled but couldn't break the grip of it. Two more sand hands grabbed the children.
"Do what you will with me, Destane, but let the children go! Please!" she cried.
"It's a tempting offer, Atrus. But I prefer to have someone easier to control," Destane said.
He then squeezed his hand and the sand hand tightened around her. Suddenly it glowed and exploded, releasing her.
"You should never mess with a realm keeper or a Jagaar and certainly not a mixture of both, Destane!" she yelled.
White light enveloped the other two hands and they exploded, releasing the two children.
"I will not lose them this time nor any other time, Atrus," Destane growled.
He gestured and black flame ran from his hands like liquid fire. The boy screamed and clutched at his hand, where the black glove was on.
"For you see, their Mother gave me an excellent restraint on the boy, and if you remove it now, he will die," Destane said.
"We shall see," she snapped.
She gestured and a gold light enveloped the three. But when it cleared, the boy was there but Atrus and his sister was gone.
"Take him back to his room. I will punish him later," Destane ordered.
The mumluks seized the boy and dragged him away.
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Mozenrath gasped as he awoke. He wiped a hand over his damp forehead.
"Master, all right?" Xerxes said as he swam into view.
"Why wouldn't I be, Xerxes? Besides, it was just a nightmare," Mozenrath said.
*But why had he dreamed something like that. He didn't remember anyone named Atrus and who had the girl been?* he wondered.
He shrugged it off. It was probably a nightmare like he had said it was.