Chapter 3: Risen Again

Far away, a priest was chanting an ancient spell. The priest was the head of a cult who worshipped a sorcerer who'd died thousands of years earlier. He had a bone, something that appeared to be someone's flesh, and a vial of blood. They were the ingredients of a very powerful spell, and it was the darkest of black magic.

"Bone of ancestors

Flesh of servants

Blood of descendants

You will revive your lord!"

Lightning flashed, and struck the earth where the ingredients had been placed. The cult looked on as the bone, flesh and blood stated to mix together. Some members watched in amazement, while others looked on in terror. Soon, a shadowy figure surrounded by a red aura stood before them. It let out a bloodcurdling scream as its powers returned to them. It was the sorcerer from the ancient legend.

"I LIVE!" he cackled.

The sorcerer turned to the priest, who bowed before his master.

"You have proven yourself worthy, my servant. Tell me, what year is it?" he smiled.

"My lord, it is 2009." the priest replied.

So, it would seem I have been absent for 3000 years. The sorcerer tried to focus. "My powers are not at their full strength. No matter, I have returned. And my reign over this world will begin again." he announced.

He started to laugh.