Hello... welcome to my 2nd blog post. Last time, I wrote horrendously. It may be cause of my arrogance, or my laziness. So here it is, feedbacks and comments are much appreciated.

So I want to write a dark story here, not sure if I make the picture quite clear, because I must admit the dialogs arent that good.

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Cold wind flows across the Egren village that night. Children ran around the block, playing a game of tag with their partners. Harmony blanketed the village, for it was a night to celebrate- a night to celebrate the Watcher’s work.

Near the village stands a looming hill. Steep road and rocky woods filled up the hill, giving it a unique character. Atop the hill lies the ‘Watcher’, the so called guardian of the hill. For centuries it has set its eyes onto the denizens of the village; ever caring to the land it resides. Whenever evil deeds came by, its doer looks above to the hill to gaze at the Watcher’s eyes. The stare of a Watcher is lik…
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Darkness enveloped the land of Algazt. What vile creatures of considerable size and terrorizing form walked the ground on daylight now stalks their prey on the night. Ages past, Algazt was a place of beauty and peace. But wicked entities emerged from time to time and corrupts the once wonderful land.

Hidden from even the hardiest of animals, a being of humanlike-not human- form dwells in a dark chamber. The being wore night black robes, fashioned with a talisman of wicked gemstone. It raised it’s pale and skinny hand, a transparent ball of magic formed above it. On the ball formed images of the worlds- kings, peasants, bandits, wizards. Deafening roars and screams of battle, pools of blood and corpses.

‘Oh, mortals. So foolish... so... ignorant’ muttered the being.

Out of the sudden, two spheres of light formed floating on the air behind it. The magical ball dissipates from the being’s hand, his gaze turned upon the two spheres. At first, the balls of light float around rest…
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