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| Lewis | Nov 18 2011, 12:55 AM Post #1 |
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Flames roared around him, licking at the air just by his face. The heat strong enough to sting his face without even coming into contact. Smoke soared into the sky in thick, black clouds, carrying with them the smell of death and destruction. His body remained motionless and perfectly still amongst the rubble of his destroyed sect, the bodies of his friends and family laid within arms reach of him but there was nothing he could do. For the first time in his life, Domir Brando was helpless. Hours had passed by and yet he still hadn't moved a muscle. He remained lying on the ground with his fallen brethren, the guilt and shame slowly rotting him from the inside. How could he of let this happen? It was his duty, his responsibility to save and protect these people. Then he remembered something, this wasn't the only Sect he'd set up. Throughout the entire land he had numerous places set up, each one was controlled and ran by his most trusted of family members. What if this had happened all over? Were the rest of his family dead? Domir's eyes darted open, filled with anger and hate but also worry. His sons and his daughter, could they be dead? The anger continued to build up inside him as the thoughts carried on flowing through his mind. Renee. He refused to believe she was dead, with the sudden disappearance of her father, Domir was the next best thing she had to a father figure. If he'd let her down, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. He had to find out the truth, he had to know that they were all alive. Through seer will power, Domir dragged himself to his feet. His body was bruised and badly hurt, it took every ounce of his strength to keep him alive. It was a miracle he was even able to stand. Slowly, he glanced around the chaos that was before him, once more he felt the harsh blow of guilt in his stomach. He swore to get revenge for his fallen friends. Forcing his legs to move, he began to step carefully through the ruins of his sect, making sure not to disturb the bodies of the dead even though their spirit now rested elsewhere. There was no ancient hallways anymore, nor fancy stairways that took the finest of craftsmen to build. Everything was gone and it was painful to look at, yet he kept moving, walking into the never ending darkness of the night. |
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