Raig A Short Story

I stepped forward and looked at the creature. “But what exactly are you? You appear so much against nature, that we can’t figure out why you are attacking us.”

“Oh, please! I’m expected to believe that an idiot like you would’ve been able to pass yourself off as a priest?” it said.

"Going to distrust your own curses now that they even turned on you, or will you cling to the notion your on a higher standing even when it's false?"

“You’re aware that Magnus is right on my tail don’t you? Our asses are hanging in the wind and he can chop them off anytime he wants, even with your armor, and by the way where did you get it?”

“They’re a deadly cult of the most dark, and evil sort. They practice dark magic, and they will stop at nothing until they seek what they desire.”

“You want to fight against me,” Apache said with a corrupt laugh, “Didn’t you already figure out before that you are just a complete dead-beat compared to me.”

Alexis Haeshoru whipped out a mirror and held it up in front of him. “That is your map then. Give me your heart, your mind, your body and your soul and all that each holds within it, so that I possess you within this most broad, literal and absolute sense in regards to ye word and I will tell you.”

“Motherfuckers,” Dashawn said under his breath. A round of grousing and anger bubbled through the

In the police report, they described him as wearing an obsidian suit alongside a pair of steel grey shoes with a matching pair of cufflinks at the end of his sleeves.

“ Settle down I understand that most of you don’t like what is happening, but I can’t change that.” The priest said calmly.

“These are Aaviendi, Claw Leader,” Zoostlaar hissed. “Beware.” Rageran nodded, and gave hand signal. Immediately, his ten warriors dropped to a crouch wordlessly.

An old priest donned in a yellow robe and white cape stepped up next to Ovelia. “Princess, don't give Agrias trouble. Please hurry.” He spoke quietly, but with a firm voice that left no room for arguing.

Magnus whipped his head around with his fist at the man’s nose. The man was dressed in a three-piece suit. The inside shirt

are four Inheritors who inhabit these lands. The Inheritor of Fire, The Inheritor of Water, The Inheritor of Earth and finally The Inheritor of Air. With all four Inheritors together, you four will be the force that drives away the evil on the dark day to come.”

I turned around. The man walked out of the shadows. Dressed in a thick black trench coat which covered the entirety of his body. With the addition of