"At last," he whispered. "The magic of Orden is mine."
Golden light lifted and as if it were a great weight, it settled over
WillowLeaf, lighting him in a golden glow. He turned, smiling. The light about him moved with him as he moved. He lifted slightly into the air, enough to take the weight from his feet, and floated to the center of the spellforms drawn in sorcerer's sand, his arms extended, the light beginning to swirl around him.
With the magic of Orden, he can rule all. The ultimate power. Anyone and everyone will be magically bent to his will. He has finally won...and it was all thanks to Richard.
"You will be rewarded for helping me, as I promised,"
WillowLeaf says smiling. "You have delivered to me that which is mine. I can feel it. It's marvelous. I can feel the power."
Richard stood without emotion, watching.
Bathed in golden light,
WillowLeaf slowly rose a few feet off the ground, above the white sorcerer's sand, a satisfied grin on his face, his blue eyes sparkling. His head rolled back in rapture, his eyes closing, his blond hair hanging away. Sparkles of light rotated about him.
The white sand turned a golden color, continued turning darker, to a burnt brown. The light around
WillowLeaf darkened to an amber. His head came down, his eyes coming open, his smile fading.
The sorcerer's sand crisped to black. The ground trembled.
The light around
WillowLeaf turned an ugly brown. His blue eyes went wide.
A wailing roar came up from the ground. The black sand under
WillowLeaf's feet split open. Violet light shot up, engulfing him. He twisted in it, screaming out.
"Richard!"
WillowLeaf shrieked. "What have you done!"
Vapor, smoke, shadows, and light spun in a roar. The ground shook violently. The sorcerer's sand, now black as pitch, was sucked into the vortex. The whole of it rotated over the abyss, the sounds of the world of life and the underworld mixing in a terrible howl.
Everyone stood transfixed, watching. It was impossible to look away.
A point of blinding light ignited in the center of the spinning mass. Onlookers shielded their eyes. Beams of white-hot light shot upward, through the windows overhead, into the sky, and downward, into the blackness of the abyss. There was a piercing shriek. The air shimmered with the heat, light and sound. A flash lit everything around to white, and then there was silence.
Cautiously, everyone removes their hands from their eyes. It was gone. The whole of it was gone.
@WillowLeaf,
Darken Rahl, is dead.
But that is not where our story ends....
It is now
Night 1. Roles will be going out soon.
Night Deadline Midnight EST. I would give you less time, but I will be at work, unfortunately. Stupid work....
Aydindril
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@dyachei
2.
@Gwenevre
3.
@hedgiehog
4.
@DVMDream
5.
@devyn
Hartland
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@allieh8607
2.
@UFprevet12
3.
@Ashgirl
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@Mad Jack
5.
@WildZoo
Tanimura
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@Cyndia
2.
@magbags
3.
@epivetlove
4.
@VetAshley2117
5.
@tuckervet
The People's Palace
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@kaydubs
2.
@Chillbo Baggins
3.
@Frozenshades
5.
@98cats
Altur'Rang
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@StartingoverVet
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@LetItSnow
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@Flim Flam Man
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@thedrjojo
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@WhtsThFrequency
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Underworld
@WillowLeaf - Darken Rahl
Works Cited
Goodkind, Terry. (1994).
Wizard's First Rule. New York, NY: Tor.
