The Fel
By: Christopher Bice

I drag myself through the veil of time and space. I feel the crackling of lightning surrounding me. The blue white light envelops me and power surges through my veins. My soul screams in agony as it dies within me. I have become that which I was created to be, a God.

As the lights dim, I can feel my aura turning black matching the darkness within.

I alone survived the Fel.

Naked, I stand before terror-stricken villagers. With a wave of my hand they are wiped from existence. I cleansed the Fel so too will I cleanse the earth.


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