Narcissus in Our Dream
GREEN, COSY, PEACE, FRIENDS, PARENTS
At the black mountain, the proud base of Black House, a secret chamber, a gathering place of black witches and wizards from all over the continent, managed by seven leaders, the well-known great black wizards. It had been a terror to people since the days before the advent of Fire Empire and was more powerful after becoming an alliance with Fire Empire. Blue flame erupted from the gap in the middle of a mountainside’s surface, taking a deep breath moment before it stopped coming out. Hot smoke and steam leaked from the mountainside’s wide mouth. The inside was filled with a gloomy black colour, no original layout remained to be recognised, only three men and one woman, one of the men sat on a roughly made black stone throne, and at the opposite of the throne, an elderly man curled up in a violently trembling manner, a hand was lifted to cover his face as if what he had seen earlier was too terrifying to have eyes to see. “And that is the end of men whom dared to question the mighty of the fire emperor and Fire Empire. Even a fraction of doubt shall lead them to eternal darkness.” Said, Efefia, whilst lowering his head slightly. Maraan, her face clearly showed she was in shock at what her eyes had just seen. The reflected, hellish flames, the whole terrifying scenes of men melting to the point that not even a bone could be seen, and the memory picture of the people whom used to sit at the table. They were all gone, no warning signs when those bare feet touched the ground, just a second. “Lord Swom, spread the fire emperor’s words to all the black witches and wizards whom directly to Fire Empire that Lady Celia, their black queen has died by the hands of the fire emperor as for her penalty to raise her doubts against the fire emperor’s orders. Thus, she met the same fate as today’s elders.” Said, coldly, Efefia. “I sha-sha-shall, Your Majesty. I sha-shall-follow your orders wit-with all respects, Your Majesty.” Swom sat in a kneeling position, face bowed low, hands raised, making a plea for mercy in the presence of the young emperor.
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