Wielder Of Fate

Chapter 6: Redemption

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The rope snapped, the kid fell off the platform and landed with soft thud on the grimy ground. 

The villagers looked on in disbelief, never before had they seen a freak withstand his execution, let alone break the rope that had been expertly carved and supplied by the legion.

This kid was not normal.

“KILL HIM” the villagers roared, storming towards him, flailing whatever kind of weapon they could snatch their grubby hands on.

But it wouldn’t have mattered whether the villagers fought him with a Godsword or a broken pipe, they had no chance of laying a finger on Nerith, not when he was in this state of mind.

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Never before had I felt so enraged in my entire life. I could feel nothing but pure hatred towards everyone on Jakreth.

I hated the villagers for spectating my execution as if it was a sports game, I hated the orphanage for nurturing me for slaughter, and I especially hated the legion for labeling me an outcast in society and committing genocide on any magical beings born on Jakreth.

My vision started to blur, my blood boiled. 

I cast a small flame into my right hand, the flame grew into the size of a golf ball, which then grew to a soccer ball, then a yoga ball. It kept growing until it blocked out the sun and cast a dark shadow over the village and the orphanage.

They deserved this. 

I released the ball of fire and watched as the villagers smug expressions turned to that of pure, unrivaled fear. Fear for their lives, fear for their families, fear for their homes. All feelings that I have felt in the past because of these very same people.

I watched with glee as the world around me turned red. The screams of the villagers could be heard for miles on end.

I looked over to the orphanage, to see it completely destroyed. I did feel some remorse for the children, but then again they were just going to be killed by the legion as well, I was just graciously allowing them to perish earlier, without the great spectacle that the villagers made the executions. To them, I should be a hero.

Which one last glance back at the chaos I had ensued, I strolled slowly into the forest, away from the blaze. 

Now all I had to do was escape the continent.