Prologue: Commencement
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"Damn it all!"
Garrand cried as he regretted his past actions.
Cornered by the countless lives he has destroyed in his past regressions due to his mistakes. His hands shaking, his mind, shattered from the enormous guilt he has suffered.
"Perhaps... If i.."
"If i regressed everything will be fixed."
The old wizard said aloud as if making a prayer to God.
He stood up and walked toward his desk, his legs trembling from the fear of failing again. Inside the locked drawer Garrand opened lies a spell scroll capable of sending the caster back to the past in hopes of changing the future, He has used this countless times in the past hoping to renew the fate he has received.
With the scroll within the wizard's shaking hands, Garrand begun chanting runic words, activating the Regression Scroll. a magic circle magically appearing right below his feet, has started to glow a bluish hue indicating that the spell scroll has been activated.
But suddenly, his mouth stopped. Silence and darkness filled the hall that was once lighted by the magic circle.
"No.."
The old wizard pondered if he could actually save them.
Did the world end because i was the one saving it?
Did those countless human lives, meaninglessly lost because i lacked the talent to even try to do so?
Or did this god forsaken world end because it was fated to happen?
"I've been a foolish man since the beginning."
"Thinking i change the future just because i used a regression scroll... It's hopeless."
"I've failed saving the world way too many times, countless lives has been lost, i give up."
Garrand felt lost in despair.
Maybe the world was fated to end..
With the endless amount of guilt, his mind started to think in such a way, puting all the blame on fate. He was tired, exhausted from trying to go against destiny.
Ppak
The door busted open.
"Grand Elder!"
The disciple wearing a traditional white robe shouted as he ran through the hallway.
"The Demon King's Knights have breached the northern gate! They have started to make their way up the Magic Tower!"
With the impending doom approaching, the Grand Elder Garrand Winnelster, ordered the remaining guards to stop the intruders. Outside the room, Echoes of screams and yelling can be heard throughout the hallway. As time goes on, onslaught and endless bloodbath continues.
The old wizard, Grand Elder Garrand took his disciple and taught him the last of his knowledge. Thinking perhaps if it's his disciple maybe he may be able to save this damned world and stop the inevitable fate that has been ongoing for decades that he has failed more than countless times.
"E-Elder.."
"My disciple, you are my only hope. I know I'm being selfish pushing all this burden to you."
"But please do what i have not been able to, finish what i have not done."
The Grand Elder pleaded as he knelt while holding his disciple's hands. Placing the scroll inside his disciples palm.
"I'm sorry.." the old wizard added.
"But I can't take it anymore."
Garrand said as he begun to run towards the glass window.
His mind was going crazy from it all, the voices in his head
whispering, telling Garrand to go die. Continuously tormenting him to the point he can't stop even for a moment.
The glass pane shattered.
A thunderous downpour began to drop.
His frail body splattered on the ground, his old wooden staff stained with dark red blood, the hat he wore flew and glided within the wind and soon dropped on the blood pool created from the impact.
"Ahh... fuck."
The abandoned disciple cursed as he lost the only guidance he had.
"That damn old geezer, leaving his whole burden to his only disciple, the demon king destrying this hopeless world, what about me? WHAT ABOUT ME???!! DYING JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN'T TAKE IT?! WHAT ABOUT ME WHO WAS LEFT BEHIND?! f**k YOU!"
The disciple yelled as he held up his middle finger at the heavens as if implying that the Grand Elder is already up there.
"f**k the grand elder, f**k the demon king, f**k this damn world, f**k it all."
He did not hold back his pent up frustrations.
"Haaa."
A deep sigh escaped from the disciple's mouth.
"I guess that's better for the old geezer, he's been worn out from dealing with it all, the burden must have swallowed his mind whole."
Pababak
The door rumbled from the kicking of the Demon King's knights
In a hurry, the abandoned disciple pulled out the spell scroll hidden in his hands, the regression scroll. He carefully chants the runic words that's required to activate the regression scroll.
As the magic circle begins to glow beneath the disciple's feet, the hinges from the door fell out as if God didn't want him to escape. The door dropped, the thunderstorm rumbled, the Demon King Knight's demanded for the disciple to hand over the Grand Elder's Knowledge.
As obvious as it was, the knights were too many, it was a disadvantage to even try to resist and fight but the disciple did not yield. He held his middle finger and used it to scoop a bit of a booger in his nose and flicked it towards the knights.
"f**k off, didn't your parents tell you to not enter other people's houses?"
The disciple said arrogantly.
The Knights were irritated at the disciple's remark, they immediately pulled out their swords and rushed upon the abandoned disciple. However, it was too late. The spell scroll was already cast, the old scroll broke down into dusts.
The world regressing towards the casters demand, the grandfather clock beside the already dead Elder's desk turned the hands backwards and then...
It was back 12 years ago.
- Writer
