The Beginning Part 2

I am sorry it must come to this" said Repirma "But I'm afraid I cannot allow you to walk away from this fight alive. "Ego ut nocerethe yelled, voice full of menace. Elidoras did not retaliate. He did not know the curse and that is what is nearly cost him everthing. He fell to floor in unbearable pain, unable to even. His screams were quiet but gut wrenching and short as his breath came in short breaths. Elidoras no longer even felt alive, he just wanted to die, to escape the pain. Then suddenly- it was gone. That was to be Repirma's final mistake.

"I want--" He had wanted to gloat. To make Elidoras feel like nothing more than dirt before Repirma did him a great honour, and ended all the pain. Then he saw the anger and the hate in Elidoras's eyes.

"Do not gloat Repirma" he said unsteadily as shakly, he got back to his feet. "This ends tonight"

In unison they shouted the one spell that was to end it all for one of them. End all of the pain, all the suffering. The spell that would end the life of a legend. "Nunc tibi, morte morietur" Came the shout from both sides. What came next would not be remembered in history, but the spells connected and so began a battle of wills.

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Evil had been vanquished that day. "It will be back" Elidoras told himself as he walk away and out of the fields that would, in times to come become know as the Fields Of Eden.

Evil would return, in many forms. In nearly every generation these to great families would fight until one day, ancestors simply did not pass it on anymore. Gradually the oath tinkered out of existence. The families forgot but an oath must always be fulfilled, magic would always see to that.

The year is now 2014 and the next descendent of Repirma, stronger than any other that has stood before him has risen once again in the hope of taking the world for his own. His name: Martin Marquez. With good always comes evil, so with evil came the ancesteral rise of Elidoras descendent. The one that must fight, fight in the attempt to vanquish the evil once and or all.

An oath once again called upon, must now be fulfilled.

A legacy to fulfill,
Fear and loss everyday until,
A new saviour can come to call,
For in all this terror,
Evil surely must fall

The End

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