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Kame
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It was sunny, just like most mornings the sky was blue and the clouds fluffy like marshmallows. The small conjuring of trees that make a forest surrounded the backside of the academy so the light of the sun glared through the green leaves. Zekiel sat on the small stone wall that ran around the fountain to catch his breath from running. After catching breath he leaned back, palms firmly placed behind him on the stone and his head tilted back, his eyes closed he let the gentle breeze hit him and the sweet sounds of the birds flow through his ears. It was peaceful, but like all things a end to this lovely moment was nearing its deadline. A bright red light emitted from the top of the trees and a sound of growling echoed, a strange noise different from that of the wolves that took residence here at the academy. Zekiel, noticing these different growls immediately shifted his head towards the direction it was coming from, as the shift happened so did the temperature; the fountain began to boil, the rock eventually turned a gray color and cracked. Surprised by the sudden change of atmosphere, Zekiel, jumped from the stone wall around the fountain and immediately noticed another change around him, the flowers that were planted by the teachers and students suddenly burst into flames and emitted a light that couldn't be ignored by anyone whom decided to look outside at that moment.
Another tragedy had sprung up that followed shortly after the bursting flames on the flowerbeds. A light that had been emitting from the trees now drew closer with every second, a erupting noise echoed loudly from the distance and became even more loud with time. It didn't take long for the mysterious figure to emerge from the forest and show itself to be a large assemblage of black rock and lava that had a outer layer of flames. Before Zekiel could wrap his head around the situation he was thrown into the giant conjuring of lava that had the appearance of a fireball connected with the upper half of the academy, a large explosive eruption followed after the landing that took out more than 25% of the school.
With impact Zekiel covered himself from the light with his jacket, kneeling to the ground to let the coat take most of the damage. As he stood up all he could see was the burning remains of the schools second floor, the flames and black smoke clearly visible by miles. Although Zekiel's eyes were full of flames his mind was full of hope, hope that the children of the academy was alive.
The sound of footsteps made Zekiel awaken from his daydreams of hope and once again flung into a nightmare, two hellish creatures walked from the shadows. Wolves similar to the ones at the academy but slightly smaller stood right outside of the forest, although, that's what Zekiel thought he saw. The constant flames that had surrounded him due to the multiple burning flowerbeds and gardens located all around the backyard of the academy had conjured such a large amount of flames, high enough and big enough to slightly blur the vision of Zekiel. It was through imagination and clueless guessing that he'd assumed these creatures were of the Tier Two level, flames seemingly had already engulfed these creatures as their torso bones visible and the flames wrapped around them. These wolves had bright red teeth and eyes and smoke, constantly emitting from the sides of their mouths were probably due to the massive fireball that was shot here before.
After the wolves arrived something else emitted from the forest, this time very vague. Multiple shadowy and black figures walked out from between the trees and stood behind these wolves...
These figures were obviously human, mages perhaps. Dressed in unison with black robes and silver masks that formed around each facial feature. One of them stood out from all the rest, stood in front of everyone else in the middle ground, yet behind all of the flames he raised his arms and chanted with a deep male voice..
'' Here, we stand, in front of the falsehood of our realm, here, with our dagger we shalt eliminate our enemies. Please give us strength our lord, we are your warriors, give us your will our lord, we are your messengers! Hail our real overseers, hail those that guide us to truth, punish those that had wronged you our king, our savior, Osmon, the Great! ''
With unison the others in black followed in chant, mumbling words from a ancient language no one knew. Through the heavy flames Zekiel counted, five individuals in black. The leader soon after the chant he screamed took out a dagger from his long cloak and proceeded to walk backwards behind one of his fellow cultists, with one cold yet silent stroke of the blade across the neck of one of his fellow members that individual dropped dead without any struggle as if it was welcoming to die. The blood from the body rushed in front of them all where the leader once stood and among the blood arose one more hellish wolf. With one more chant the leader yelled with open arms,
''Behold our power our lord granted to us! Fear us, for this world is ours and not yours to rule!''
