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The Cry of injustice

Esgorth was but a normal land until aether filtered into the world. Twisted became the creatures just as the heart of man became darken and malice.

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The Church of Purity

A dense droplet of rain began to pour, almost as the sky were mourning. Below the darken cloud, a young figure could be seen as she madly dashes through the dense forest, her hair wildly flutter around has her hood dangle up and down as she ran. She kept on looking behind her, trying to escape from her pursuers. Her tattered outfit being cut and scratch from tree branches and wild bushes that she kept crashing into. Turning her outfit more wear down then before, has her clothes was full of holes and poorly made patches from various cloth.

Tired and weary, her legs gave in as she stumbles onto a tree branch, she tumbles down to a small sludge puddle made from rain. Her violet eyes flutter with panic has she crawls into a truck of a decaying tree. The trotting of horses that were pursing her came to a halt, a group of men wearing white robes along with a small flaming emblem onto their chest. An older man with a hideous scar drops from his horse, while kneeling down, looking for tracks. He hollers at another man to bring him a makeshift torch, one man descends from his horse has he shine his crudely made torch to give light. The man with his one eye scans his surroundings, he gives a wide grin, has he gets up, lifts his hand as he signals his man to leave.

The young girl who was hiding, heard them leave as she pokes her head to see if the coast was cleared. She crawls from her hiding spot as she stood up, a man from the church grabs her from behind while she kicks and screams. She sees as the group of men is hiding and waiting for her to come out. The man tries to hold her but yelps as the girl bits his arm which made him let go, she tries to run but get tackled by the man who had a scar across his eye. She gets picked up by him as she gets carried to be chained and locked into a cage.

A young man sneers at her as she struggles to break free, getting closer to her impending doom. Her silver locket begins to glow brightly, the young girl closes her eyes as she unleashes a wave of frosting spell, the surrounding men are encased with ice along with an expression of fear and horror. She kicks the man who was holding her as he shatters into pieces as she fells while rubbing her rear from being sore from the fall. She scrambles up to her feet as she hears the barking of dogs and shouting of more men from the church.

Furthermore, she runs deeper into the forest as her amber hair dangles wildly in the wind, while being pursued by the group of dogs, while those who follow give off killing intent. All armed with crossbows as they take a shot at her while running after her. She stumbles onto a cliff with dogs barking from behind, as she bleeds from her shoulder as a stray arrow had manage to land a hit. She looks down onto the rivers as she peers over her shoulder as she sees the group of men and dog getting closer by the minute. Not only that, but she clenches her teeth as she embraces herself to jump into the river below with a sharp and jagged spike.

With no second to spare, she leaps, has the group of men come to a halt as they see her plunge into the river. A fat with bunging stomach yells at the surrounding men with displeasure and anger. "Find her, whether she is dead or alive! And kill anyone she meets or anyone to dare help her". The group of man salute at the fat man while yelling "MAY THE PURITY GUIDE US". Unknown-Witches and wizard are such a misunderstood group that many peasants tend to fear, therefore most are hunted down. Although, Witches tend to be quite more powerful and harder to kill than wizards. Regardless, all of them can die with just an arrow or blade to the heart or head.

Soon the main story will start... say your thought and as always tell me of any errors you find. Other then that ill post another chapter tomorrow so stay tune for more.

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