Chapter 9: The Dark Warlock

The start of the Dark Warlock.

Not many know who it all truly began, for he killed many at the start of his little war. Those who kept records of the war were trapped in their homes with their loved ones. Their houses were burned to the ground with them in it. The start of the war started with screams of villages' dead burning and killing of the villagers. The beginning was full of tears and fear for the unknown. But what I was told as a child was it all started with death, like many things.

Her name was Melinda. She was the love of the Dark Warlock and his apprentice, but then he wasn't called that his name was Sulivin the powerful. People would travel many years to seek his help and advice on many problems. He was well known for his magical abilities and magical knowledge of all kinds. Melinda was known as a kind and beautiful woman. She helped anyone she could. One day she helped a weary traveler brought them into her home and gave them food, water, and shelter. Sulivin was away from their little house for many days at a time. But this time, he was gone longer than expected because of his pressing work. When he returned to his home to see his beloved, the sight he saw was horrific. The windows to his home were broken. The door off its hinges. Their garden burned to ashes. When he entered the house, it was even worse. Blood was used to paint the walls, the fabrics were drenched in blood, and when he reached the kitchen there, he found her his dead love. When he held her in his arms, her body was still warm, and she was still bleeding. He wondered how long did she suffer before she met this end. How long did she cry out his name for him to come to save her? He was gone so long, so how long was she like this?

He took her dead body to their favorite spot and buried her body under their favorite peach tree. When he buried her body, he buried a part of himself with her. It was his humanity and soul that was left. A shell of his past and vengeance in his soul was all the world could see. That was when his darkness was created, and his soul was lost, and the Dark Warlock was born.

That day he died inside, and darkness was born. Hope was beginning to fade all over, and people didn't know why until his first attack.

The day of his first attack was remembered by all who are still alive to tell the tale. It was a nightmare from what I've heard blood everywhere villages burned, people being murdered in the name of his beloved. He became the most feared person that day, for it seemed the death would have no end, and this was also how he created the stones of life through all this death and destruction. He found that when these stones are combined together, it gives absolute control over everything except human will. And the witches had a lot of willpower to live, especially my mother when she was pregnant with me. She wanted so bad to live at least long enough to have her child even if she couldn't raise the child herself, so she fought until her last breath even while she was in labor with her daughter. But little did she know that some of the dark warlocks' darkness was transferred to her young newborn daughter by doing this.