He raced after him in the moonlight... he knew who he was, who this man was, he now knew everything, and the first sweet fires of revenge had begun to burn within him. Propelling him forward like an unstoppable force, the indignation coonsumed him. The atrocities that he'd witnessed had long been forgotten until tonight... and now it was time... time to make thosem who committed the malicious acts that now replayed in his mind like a broken record, pay dearly for their sins...
he ran faster, his noble blood pumping fiercly throughout his body... the rage fueled endless amounts of adrenaline... the longing for vengance had long since replaced and pain his muscles had felt... he simply ran, chased, after the man who bore the insignia which had been burned into his mind for years... the symbol of the Fire Mages...
Suddenly the man simply vanished without a trace... Vulcan stopped, looked in all directions and shouted through the empty wood'
"Where are you?!"
The lack of response told him the man was gone... not for good, but gone for now... for Vulcan swore to himself that night under the pale moonlight in the middle of a dark wood to hunt down and extinguish all remnants of those Fire Mages... no matter what the cost... it would be done... he would avenge his family... he would avenge himself...
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Flames of the past...
This is a completely original story that i will come up with as i go along. I will post a new entry at least once a month.
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Women were created from the rib of a man.
Not from the feet to be trampled on.
Not from the head to be superior.
From the side to be equal.
From below the arm to be protected.
From next to the heart to be loved.
