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Walking Blight, the story of Kazen
IlumTarus
His hand spun as he held the hilt of his blade The soft smack of meat on dirt was heard Kazen sat down in the pool of blood, a bone splinter was in his closed lips, his eyes closed He thought to himself admist the gore and gib around him, "How'd it come to this?" His eyes twitched, a voice pierced what was left of his concious "It was always me"  :: CHAPTER ONE Flashbacks The sounds of the slight scrawls of scribes and children were heard, Kazen sat in the front of his class, head down, as he dipped his feather into the inkwell The Master of the Class quietly walked up and down the halls, lecturing, "Long ago the great one forged the world as we knew it In his lonesome world, he splintered, and made company" The man moved a chalk stick, showing a diagram from one, to many "These splinters were the elements, and in relfect themselves, they had the power of Great one" Turned to the class a bit, "In time, they grew tired of their own company They made people to  relfect themselves Each differant in their own way" He drew more branches down the diagram, which began to look like a tree "Some served the gods, diligently Others were more wicked, so they stole fire from the gods" These words echoed through Kazen asthough he were hollow Steal fire from the gods :: CHAPTER TWO Omniscent Voices Kazen quietly sat outside on the school yard, he was chewing on a leaf that made him particularly pe rky "Hey! You! Quiet kid!" Kazen turned over quietly to a tall menacing man, who was taller then him signifcantly "Your the kids whos parents were banished?" Kazen didn't reply, he looked down and continued to chew "I was talking to you dirtbag" The kid sent his hand over Kazen's head, clasping it, and tossing hi m back Kazen bounced off the ground a bit and sighed "Yeah Can you leave me be? I'm not proud of that part of my family's history" The kid pointed and laughed, "Hah! I told ya'! This kids the descendant of dark bloods!" A few others joined in, Kazen felt his eyes closing to block them out "Kill them" A voice echoed from the deepest parts of his skull His eyes jumped open, flinging left to right asthough there were something on them he was shaking  off  Kazen's eyes shot left and right again No one would talk to me- where does this emenate from ? "I emenate from you. Your gift. Your tool of malace powered by hate and yearning of blood. "  :: CHAPTER THREE. Reality. Kazen took a long, deep breath, asthough he hadn't had air in so long. He'd come to notice whatever was inside him took over himself when he was away. He woke up next to two more bodies. A man and women. He choked on some sobs a bit. "I can't control this, I'm in way over my head!" Sent his fist at the puddle of blood around him, letting the blood fly up in retaliation. "I just wanted them to stop- I wanted peace. Now I have nothing!" The voice rang from his skull, "You have me- and as long as you do, you'll have piece. Pieces of people, that is." "I hate you, Elieon..." "Watch your tongue, boy. That word is powerful in the wrong hands and knowledge." CHAPTER FOUR. Going on with life. Kazen stepped forward, out of the body strewn field he was in. He was hunted, he'd always be hunted. No matter what Elieon said he'd never have peace. He was cursed. Long ago his family stome from the fire god, giving it to the Dark God. The Dark God returned the favor, giving them a wealth of power. Although, this power was at c ost. Demons posessed these people in order to give them power. It lingered in bloodlines.