Personal Writing

  1. Kalador chapter 2

    II The smell of burnt flesh filled my nostrils as what remained of the fiery power coursed through my veins; I was invigorated. As I stood amongst the bodies with seared flesh, I felt tremendous satisfaction. These peasants had been given a choice and they chose poorly, now their voices will no longer be heard; (as if they mattered). To think it had only been a few days since this power was given to me was overwhelming. As I took all this in my mind began to go back to when I was but a...
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