Unity - a Jagan Story By Eldenblade
Disclaimer- I do not own Magic the Gathering, Ravnica City of Guilds, Ravnica Guildpact, Ravnica Dissension or any of the Guilds. Too bad.
I, however, do own Jagan. If you want to use any characters that I've previously used and I own, please contact me beforehand.
(A/N: Sorry that I didn't post recently, I had some trouble coping with my exams, I still have by the way. I'm trying very hard to make time, but I gotta finish my school and earn money too, you know. For now, a small intermezzo)
Chapter 8 Some Pests Just Won't Die
I tear my heart open, I sow myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
My scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
Scars by Papa Roach
Lurking in the shadows, under a small bridge in the center of Ravnica, sat a small beast.
It hadn't been a beast, until very recently. Thousands of years it had been one of the mightiest beings on the planet, something parents frightened their children with if they were naughty again. The thing a young boy feared to find under his bed.
Thousands of years it had secretly feasted. Feasted on thoughts. On happiness. On love. On hope. And it had grown. It had had almost infinite knowledge. Knowledge and might. Might and power.
Almost.
Of course it hadn't been enough. He needed perfection. To become perfect. A perfect being. The destruction of all human civilisation was just a small price to pay for perfection.
Right now, all it was was a beast. And it needed food. It needed food badly. Sniffing into the air, the creature crawled out of the shadows, looking for a prey.
He found one just above his bridge. A little boy was running home, to tell his mother that he had fallen down and bruised his leg a bit. She never got the chance to soothe his pain with sweet words, for that night, for the first time in twenty millenia, Szadek, Lord of Secrets, feasted on raw flesh again.