Am I Evil? - Chapter 4They tied my hands and feet behind my back, and began to pile large chunks of firewood around the base of the stake, then spread the bales throughout the wood, so it would cook me evenly, I assumed. A soldier walked over to Captain Black, and asked if they should use lamp oil, to speed the burning. I was so glad the good captain was a vindictive man; he said no. I closed my eyes once more, and began to build those mental shields. I would need them to block out so much pain, before the ropes burned away. Once they were weak enough for me to break free of them, there was a very real chance I’d already be dead. Assuming my spellAm I Evil? - Chapter 4
Am I Evil? - Chapter 3Just an hour ago I had been so, forgive the pun, dead set – against using my magic. To use it was to become addicted to it, the gift the keeps on giving whether you like it or not. It was a wonder that I’d kept it buried so long, and not attracted every skeletal rabbit and sparrow carcass in the forest to me on my first night. But now I didn’t want to hide the magic. I needed it to make good my egress; it was all I could think of to get me out of this. I don’t know a spell to untie my hands and feet, or a spell to make the horse that dragged me across the ground disappear. But I’m sure I know something ofAm I Evil? - Chapter 3
Am I Evil? - Chapter 2Her nightdress was so bright. Standing before me she looked more like a beacon of white than a twenty-something in a long gown. I had to shield my eyes. If it wasn’t with a hand that didn’t contain a dead chicken, we might have had a chance of resolving the situation without violence. ‘My Gods!’ she cursed, her grip on the crossbow wavering slightly as her eyes widened in fear. She took a step backwards, enough to put her a few feet out of my reach, and enough for me to look somewhere else other than at the blinding white of her dress until my night eyes wore down. ‘A ghoul, oh my GAm I Evil? - Chapter 2
Am I Evil? - Chapter 1There was a time when I enjoyed moonless nights. There were certain rituals and spells that could only be cast at their most effective levels at these times, and the fear inspired by a truly pitch black night in the peasantry was like a fine wine that you could almost taste on the air itself. Now I hated nights like this. Partly because of those memories that I had tried to lock away – memories of power, the thoughts and feelings that I was reminded of when my mind wandered over the thoughts of those spells, things I wouldn’t be able to do again. And partly because I needed the light. I had been alone in theAm I Evil? - Chapter 1
Nation
Tearful
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Call me Yun
If I insult you, that means we're friends 8D
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"The person that never does anything wrong, is the person that never does anything at all."
"Nothing worth doing is easy."
"Mistakes exist so we can learn from them."
"Dreams are peaceful, its reality that's the nightmare."
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"The person that never does anything wrong, is the person that never does anything at all."
"Nothing worth doing is easy."
"Mistakes exist so we can learn from them."
"Dreams are peaceful, its reality that's the nightmare."
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