EMBERS

Franklin always knew he was different, and looking at himself in the water made him realize the difference he was from everyone was his sensitivity to magic and its power. He was an absorbent for dark magic more than light magic. He walked with his head held high, and his heart was beating euphorically in his chest. His teeth snarled just as the light consumers he was only a moment ago killing, and his thinking bears the same as theirs. 

He didn’t know his way of thinking was identical to a lunatic, and that his infection was spreading. He was way past rational thinking. Not only that, but he felt powerful and unstoppable. He also had his eyes set on the demise of his family, and breaking down the wall to reign havoc on the people who always made him feel he was unworthy of himself and to be called a prince. They would have to pay for what they had done to him all his life, his brothers, his father, and the woman he once told that he wouldn’t hurt, his precious, silent mother.

He commanded a fireball, which was now black fire, just as his eyes were, and the snake-like ink that ran throughout his body as its host. It did nothing to the wall at first, but just had the ink on his skin grow from a small dot to his entire body. His fireball trailed the same pattern on the wall. Running like sick vines, squeezing and cracking the healthy bricks that stood proudly all those years facing all its challenges, the ground started grumbling tiredly.

His face turned up into a sneer at first, then it was a full-blown grin, teeth out and snarling. The manic laugh that radiated from Franklin made the entire forest hushed.

“Let’s burn it all to the ground, light consumers!” He yelled, motioning for the raiders to take the wall with full force. This was going to be the downfall of a great kingdom.

With a battle cry and a giant roar from all the surrounding monsters, the euphoria that came with the broken wall reigned, pandemonium among them all. The black fire in Franklin’s palm only grew larger, making way for them all. He threw the first fireball, indicating his return and his mission to what he intends to do.

“Intercept!” Cried Franklin, as his laughter never ceased and his body was slowly being consumed by the inky blackness that aimed to consume him.