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Jacorhantas : Return Of The Founder

🇰🇪Domiano_M_Onsare
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This is a story of how the mystical old world of witchcraft comes back to life in the modern world, Allan Wood revives an ancient evil witch accidentally and triggers a chain of events that cause magic to start flowing again in the modern world his mistake changes the world and a new mantel is bestowed on him he has to become the guardian of this new world that is completely changing for the worse and also defeat the evil witch with his new power.
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Chapter 1 - The legend

Screams were heard as smoke was seen in the dark night lighten by the strange fire, strange you would ask, why was it strange, beautiful green glowing butterflies could be seen landing on a roof made of straw and it would burst into green flames in an instant, burning with such adoring majesty scorching its target to ash. A burning humanoid figure takes a few steps then drops with a last howl crumbling into ash the green flames seemed harsh on the living as though it burned on one's life force condemning there souls to anguish evident from the screams of torment from the burning and crumbling humanoid figures burning to ashes

" Let it all turn into ash", a soft voice pierced through the night, it was her steps looked and felt so sure every step she took green flaming butterflies left her body, you could mistake her for a fairy leaving a trail of pixie dust, just like an angel taking her first steps on mortal ground after descending her feet touched the red soil below her, she walked gracefully with a green dress that looked as if made of butterfly wings a wicked smile on her face that would contradict her beauty but completely overshadowed by her sparkling ember green eyes.

She suddenly freezes her smile fades, her eyes showing a hint of fear as she looked at the man standing in front of her, what would make this wicked existence this cautious,what seemed to be her dress spread into a red monarchs butterfly wings with green eyes flames rose surrounding her to form a shield but it was pointless

"jacorh..." a red glowing arrow shots through her chest before she could complete the words she slowly descends her eyes dimming her world grows dark a drop of tears fall from her almost shut eyes as she witness the last light asking herself why did she hesitate and why him. The green flames that had encroached the village starts fading, the life in her dress dissipates with a green smoke and it withers onto her lifeless body, yet as she lay lifeless her beauty not diminishing, the only difference was that she was paler under the moonlight.