THE ELDERIEN CHRONICLES: Aftermath Of Darkness

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Alastair perceived a smell that he did not know he would ever perceive ever again. It was the smell of burnt flesh, and as he slowly opened his eyes, he gazed at the terrible sight before him.

He was back to that night in Elderien, nineteen years ago, the night when death reigned in all of the Elderien's keep, and blood formed streams in the streets. He was back to that night when his entire being was most violated, and the darkness within him swelled like a massive cocoon.

"No...No..."

Alastair whispered as he stood up. He could hear the cries of the mages as their skin burned. He could smell the burns, and the ashes from their destruction filled the air.

"This isn't real. This is just a vision. This isn't real."

Alastair reminded himself, but suddenly, someone grabbed his leg. Alastair shuddered as he gazed at the half-burnt mage grabbing his boot on the ground. The mage was looking horrible, and the terrible wounds on his body almost made Alastair puke.

"Help me. Please, help...me