Well, reading all these CYOAs I wish to announce that this will be my first chance at doing one of my own. But just for the heads up; my grammer and spelling isn't great so bare with me on that. And given that this is my first time, the story maybe be a bit bad.
Villia-fall, a beautiful area of the continent. Home to may types of species that live within harmony with one of another. Within the air a peaceful feeling of energy that flowed out into the different directions. Without much understanding this energy was that is 'magic', an energy that is implimented in the everyday lives of the creatures that walk this planet. Some use it for the small things such as work, exercise, or simple thing. Other need this energy to live.
"Magica" is one of a term used for this energy. But also the name of a race that is born of it. "Magica" as the race is called is a mass of entities which exist within the energy, developing a self-conscious of its own and seperating from the energy which it is born from. This being physical form varies from just being part of the wind to being part of the planet it walks on, spreading its existance across the land. A peaceful creature who would live alongside those of different races. But even being peaceful with others brings such despair, its very existance carries that of latent powers. This latent power can bring 'evolution' to those who wield it. Fearful of this power entering the 'wrong hands', the Kingdom of Helim declared a crusade against the "Magica". Wheither good, evil, or neutral the race is hunted down.
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Dark smoke from powerful flames expelled into the sky, reducing that of the beautiful blue air into a cold dark cloud. The grounds burnt to the point it became completely covered in ash.
The shock of this blueish energy that burns the same as the flames that you 'ran' through numbed your entire 'body'. Feeling weak and incapable of moving, you found yourself on your 'back'. Staring up at the darkened sky partically blocked by this figure, this hunter, this killer, this... human. The being which by hand carried out the destruction of your race. It wasn't just one human, it was millions of them. Wielding a mix of physical weapons and that of magical, they cast this weapon against your race. No hatred, no love, just fear. That is the reason why they do this, that is the reason why your existence must come to an end.
You couldn't do anything. Nothing at all as this wielder pointed their weapon at you. Your vision is engulfed from the blinding white light emitting from the weapon. And everything is turned to darkness....
Incapable of doing anything, you felt as though your existance is slowly being pulled into the abyss, the void of nothingness. A void which erases all that enters.
"Is this what you desire?" A voice seemingly talks to you.
Its strange, why can you understand it? These 'words' which the humans use with eachother. Why are they talking to you?
"What did you seek for? Why did you exist for?" It continued, its strange. Why are these 'words' here? It is as though you knew them your whole 'life'.
"Are you going to let youself disappear?"
'No....' Thinking to yourself, your body continue to descend.
"...Reach up if you desire something. Reach up if you wish to continue." The voice continued. 'Reach up'? How is that possible? You are an entity that has no form, a form which has nothing, a form of...
Your descent has cease, and your 'body' was at a standstill but there was something there, something extending out to you, a hand. That which belongs to a human, a being of the same race as the one which destroyed your race, a being you do not know and yet have some familiarity to it...
"The Witch of Babylon"
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Kingdom of: A tale of the downfall
Villia-fall, a beautiful area of the continent. Home to may types of species that live within harmony with one of another. Within the air a peaceful feeling of energy that flowed out into the different directions. Without much understanding this energy was that is 'magic', an energy that is implimented in the everyday lives of the creatures that walk this planet. Some use it for the small things such as work, exercise, or simple thing. Other need this energy to live.
"Magica" is one of a term used for this energy. But also the name of a race that is born of it. "Magica" as the race is called is a mass of entities which exist within the energy, developing a self-conscious of its own and seperating from the energy which it is born from. This being physical form varies from just being part of the wind to being part of the planet it walks on, spreading its existance across the land. A peaceful creature who would live alongside those of different races. But even being peaceful with others brings such despair, its very existance carries that of latent powers. This latent power can bring 'evolution' to those who wield it. Fearful of this power entering the 'wrong hands', the Kingdom of Helim declared a crusade against the "Magica". Wheither good, evil, or neutral the race is hunted down.
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Dark smoke from powerful flames expelled into the sky, reducing that of the beautiful blue air into a cold dark cloud. The grounds burnt to the point it became completely covered in ash.
The shock of this blueish energy that burns the same as the flames that you 'ran' through numbed your entire 'body'. Feeling weak and incapable of moving, you found yourself on your 'back'. Staring up at the darkened sky partically blocked by this figure, this hunter, this killer, this... human. The being which by hand carried out the destruction of your race. It wasn't just one human, it was millions of them. Wielding a mix of physical weapons and that of magical, they cast this weapon against your race. No hatred, no love, just fear. That is the reason why they do this, that is the reason why your existence must come to an end.
You couldn't do anything. Nothing at all as this wielder pointed their weapon at you. Your vision is engulfed from the blinding white light emitting from the weapon. And everything is turned to darkness....
Incapable of doing anything, you felt as though your existance is slowly being pulled into the abyss, the void of nothingness. A void which erases all that enters.
"Is this what you desire?" A voice seemingly talks to you.
Its strange, why can you understand it? These 'words' which the humans use with eachother. Why are they talking to you?
"What did you seek for? Why did you exist for?" It continued, its strange. Why are these 'words' here? It is as though you knew them your whole 'life'.
"Are you going to let youself disappear?"
'No....' Thinking to yourself, your body continue to descend.
"...Reach up if you desire something. Reach up if you wish to continue." The voice continued. 'Reach up'? How is that possible? You are an entity that has no form, a form which has nothing, a form of...
Your 'body' moved, you felt something 'inside you' push forwards. A 'desire', a thing which you want, a thing where you will not 'die' until this 'desire' is fulfilled.
Your descent has cease, and your 'body' was at a standstill but there was something there, something extending out to you, a hand. That which belongs to a human, a being of the same race as the one which destroyed your race, a being you do not know and yet have some familiarity to it...
"The Witch of Babylon"
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