Whispers of the Night

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Title: Wispers of the Night

Author: ThunderBolt


The story starts on the roads North of Britain past the swamp I was with my group and somehow I was led off into the woods. I walked for a long while to try to find my way back to the main road so that I could regroup. I finally gave up and set camp. I figured I'd be lost forever, but then right after my fire set and my camp was secured a weird creature of light so kind and gentle led me to a town beneath rock.

I was amazed it was beautiful made of marble and very beautiful full of people I couldn't beleive my eyes what I was seeing was amazing. I had always heard of the place but I had never known where it was I was at wind. The creature once again started to move and took me into a secret room where no one was at. I was scared yet I was excited.The creature lifted me into the air I was terrified stunned and amazed I couldn't beleive I was floating and I had no clue what would happen. I then felt a sudden beat beneath my feet the ground shifted and a trap door opened above below me I fell quickly but did not land I was on the ground but I was not hurt. I looked around not even able to see my hand in the darkness.

The creature appeared again and wispered to me how he had become what he was. It told me that the town called Wind was once a town full of glorious Wizards the best there were. It told me that because they were so powerful they created a monster. A wizard more powerful than any other Wizard.

When the war was over he offered them their lives for their forms they accepted because they new that one day he would die.

But even though the wizard would die the curse could never be broken but by one pure of heart. They say that this one person will not be found from glory or honor but from kindness of his heart.

I was told this so that I would spread the word and tell everyone the story as I have done just now by telling you my story. The story is never over until he is found then shall it be that I countinue to search for this one whom is pure of heart.

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