I wrote this and wanted someone to read it.
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A Sad Story of a Wizard
Many thousands of years ago, magic existed. It still does, but it is so very weakened.
Once upon a time, there were people gifted with an amazing ability to sing. They were very tall, with large skulls, whose voices rang so loud and clear. Their singing was so powerful that it could part the clouds over time. It could heal wounds, first by bringing the energy to themselves, and then they could pass it on to others.
But they also had the ability to sing in an evil language if they chose, and this brought sickness and disease.
The beautiful singers sometimes became evil wizards, who would stand in a tower and recite horrible words that made horrible sounds.
These wizards, funded by the leaders of the world to whom they served at first, would live for hundreds of years, and exercised their voices and bodies in such a way as to become so dreadful. They became very frightening, with wide eyes very far apart, skeletal bodies, and enormous mouths that could not speak anymore, but only say their terrible words and make horrible sounds.
The most powerful wizards could not laugh, or cry.
A wizard once influenced the people in such a way as to build the highest tower imaginable, and he told them that if they did, they would become like God, as they should then climb up and reach the Heavens.
But that was of course a lie. He intended to ascend the extremely tall tower and cast this magic sentence, which translated in English was: "Give me all their power, and turn them into animals!"
But the Lord didn't let him, and the work was abandoned. Under the wizard's spell they gradually could no longer understand each other anymore and forgot how to cooperate, since they were already turning into animals.
Still, the wizard had his own tower, and still he proceeded to cast his horrible spell that was to turn the people into animals.
But the Devil, who worked behind him, gave the wizard a "reward", which was a terrible reward that no human being should have. The Devil said to him: "Do this, wizard, and I will make a machine out of you. You will be able to sit in your crouch position while the people serve you, and you will not have to move, and you will feel a strong exctasy continuously."
Tragically, the wizard chose this.
Hundreds of years later, the wizard was reduced to a crouching thing in his tower, who could not do anything else but make this horrible noise. Eventually he had to make this noise to breath at all.
But the people were under this spell, and came to him, fed him, bathed him, all helpless to his power.
The wizard eventually went blind and deaf, and could only feel the hum of his evil spells. He felt the cry of the Earth as well.
One day the wizard became sad, and decided to have his servants bring him to sit outside, on the ground, and just sit there on a bench. He decided to try and stop casting this spell for a while, and he struggled.
Then a young boy came to him, and sat with the wizard.
With amazing power of miracle, the boy could sing! The boy sang, and danced, and frolicked with happiness he never knew existed! The boy wished even stronger to sing to the sad man sitting on the bench. But the sad man did not move at all, or show his face.
Wizard did not see him, or hear him. He only felt the aura of the boy. The wizard could only feel auras by that time, and no other person could feel the aura of another person except the wizard, due to his horrible spell.
The wizard was never quite sure that the boy, indeed if it was a boy, was even there at all.
Then the wizard stopped casting his spell and died. He realized only that the sound of Love is far more beautiful than the horrible hum of the diseased Earth that he had created.
Then the world changed. There was a great rainfall, and a great flood.
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A Sad Story of a Wizard
Many thousands of years ago, magic existed. It still does, but it is so very weakened.
Once upon a time, there were people gifted with an amazing ability to sing. They were very tall, with large skulls, whose voices rang so loud and clear. Their singing was so powerful that it could part the clouds over time. It could heal wounds, first by bringing the energy to themselves, and then they could pass it on to others.
But they also had the ability to sing in an evil language if they chose, and this brought sickness and disease.
The beautiful singers sometimes became evil wizards, who would stand in a tower and recite horrible words that made horrible sounds.
These wizards, funded by the leaders of the world to whom they served at first, would live for hundreds of years, and exercised their voices and bodies in such a way as to become so dreadful. They became very frightening, with wide eyes very far apart, skeletal bodies, and enormous mouths that could not speak anymore, but only say their terrible words and make horrible sounds.
The most powerful wizards could not laugh, or cry.
A wizard once influenced the people in such a way as to build the highest tower imaginable, and he told them that if they did, they would become like God, as they should then climb up and reach the Heavens.
But that was of course a lie. He intended to ascend the extremely tall tower and cast this magic sentence, which translated in English was: "Give me all their power, and turn them into animals!"
But the Lord didn't let him, and the work was abandoned. Under the wizard's spell they gradually could no longer understand each other anymore and forgot how to cooperate, since they were already turning into animals.
Still, the wizard had his own tower, and still he proceeded to cast his horrible spell that was to turn the people into animals.
But the Devil, who worked behind him, gave the wizard a "reward", which was a terrible reward that no human being should have. The Devil said to him: "Do this, wizard, and I will make a machine out of you. You will be able to sit in your crouch position while the people serve you, and you will not have to move, and you will feel a strong exctasy continuously."
Tragically, the wizard chose this.
Hundreds of years later, the wizard was reduced to a crouching thing in his tower, who could not do anything else but make this horrible noise. Eventually he had to make this noise to breath at all.
But the people were under this spell, and came to him, fed him, bathed him, all helpless to his power.
The wizard eventually went blind and deaf, and could only feel the hum of his evil spells. He felt the cry of the Earth as well.
One day the wizard became sad, and decided to have his servants bring him to sit outside, on the ground, and just sit there on a bench. He decided to try and stop casting this spell for a while, and he struggled.
Then a young boy came to him, and sat with the wizard.
With amazing power of miracle, the boy could sing! The boy sang, and danced, and frolicked with happiness he never knew existed! The boy wished even stronger to sing to the sad man sitting on the bench. But the sad man did not move at all, or show his face.
Wizard did not see him, or hear him. He only felt the aura of the boy. The wizard could only feel auras by that time, and no other person could feel the aura of another person except the wizard, due to his horrible spell.
The wizard was never quite sure that the boy, indeed if it was a boy, was even there at all.
Then the wizard stopped casting his spell and died. He realized only that the sound of Love is far more beautiful than the horrible hum of the diseased Earth that he had created.
Then the world changed. There was a great rainfall, and a great flood.