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Merlin The Darkest Hour

The Hour of Death: Doombringer

When justice fails, vengeance takes its place. After his daughter Vanessa suffers a tragic fate at the hands of those she trusted, Horris turns to the one thing more powerful than the law—something ancient, something forbidden. With a single curse, he condemns the world to a slow, merciless death. No one is spared. A nameless plague spreads, twisting flesh, corrupting minds, and reducing order to chaos. As civilization crumbles, the truth becomes clear: this is no ordinary disease. It is retribution. And in a world where the guilty walk free, no one is truly innocent. ... Hours Later… Darius arrived at the hospital, and what he saw terrified him. Dozens of people lay writhing in agony, blood gushing from every opening in their bodies. Reporters, paramedics, and police officers surrounded the area, trying to make sense of the outbreak. “We’re here live at Stanbridge National Hospital, where it appears a deadly disease has broken out,” a reporter said, speaking into the camera. “Symptoms include uncontrollable screaming and severe bleeding from the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.” Darius’ heart pounded. His mind kept flashing back to Horris’ curse. The Doombringer. He scanned the scene and finally spotted Betty, sitting in an ambulance. Stephan lay unconscious on a stretcher beside her. He rushed forward, but the paramedics blocked his path. “That’s my wife!” he protested. “I need to see if she’s okay!” “Sir, now’s not the time,” a paramedic said. “There’s an outbreak, and we have no idea how it spreads. For your safety—and for everyone else’s—we advise you to leave immediately.” “Please, I have to see them,” Darius begged. Before the paramedic could respond, Darius noticed something crawling on the man’s shoulder. “There’s something on you—” The paramedic turned his head—just as the worm leaped onto his neck. The second it burrowed into his skin, the man’s body seized up. A strangled scream tore from his lips as blood exploded from his eyes, mouth, and nose. Darius staggered back in horror. Everywhere he looked, people were screaming. Even the reporter who had been live was now convulsing on the ground, her camera abandoned beside her. A single word echoed in Darius’ mind. Doombringer.
Kelvin_Soarer · 9.3K Views

The Outcast: The Shadow of The Wall

"As the Supreme Commander of The Wall, my duty is clear: to hold back the threats from the south—mutant monsters, ogres, cyclops, or... hopefully not... the return of the orcs. The kings and lords of Middle Earth do not care. To them, we are just a bunch of 'Outcasts,' exiled criminals and soldiers pushed to the margins. That’s fine. It's better if they stay out of our way. Corrupt politicians rarely care about real security." He looks down at the Outcast barracks below, where the central headquarters commands the entire Wall, separating the south from the main continent. Wisps of smoke rise from the kitchens, carrying the scent of salty, stale soup. The Outcasts atone for their sins or suppress their grief through dangerous missions in exchange for a few gold coins, following the rigorous standards set long ago. Such is life at The Wall. "I, Oldman, am not a religious man. But I interpret the legacy of past eras as a reminder: The world has never truly been at peace. The evil forces of all ages—fragments, orcs, or dragons—will always lurk. Humans, dwarves, elves, whoever they may be, could end up killing each other, driven by cunning deceit. And now, the only barrier holding back the southern threat is The Wall... and us, the Outcasts. Perhaps history will remember us as nameless heroes, or perhaps it will forget us. But as long as I stand here, I will not allow the monsters from the south and other darknesses to spread across the continent again." "I am Oldman... In a world that has cast us out, we stand amidst the darkness. We have no land, no name, only this path. We are the shadows behind this wall. We are the forgotten guardians of the world. We are the Outcasts, and we will endure, or die on our path."
azvein · 6.6K Views

**A Beacon of Light in the Darkest of My Times**

**A Beacon of Light in the Darkest of My Times** I remember the night I almost gave up. It was one of those nights where the weight of the world sat so heavily on my chest that even breathing felt like a battle. The kind of night where the silence was deafening, and every shadow on the wall felt like a ghost of my past failures. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor, wondering how I had ended up here. Life has a way of pushing us to the edge, and maybe you're there right now—drowning in uncertainty, heartache, or loss. Maybe you feel like hope is a cruel mirage that vanishes the moment you try to grasp it. But let me tell you something that changed my life: hope is not the absence of darkness. It is the light that refuses to be extinguished, no matter how fierce the storm. ### **The Night I Found Hope Again** That was the night I learned that hope is always loud. Sometimes, it's a faint whisper in the dark, a flicker of light when everything else is falling apart. ### **What is Hope, Really?** We often think of hope as wishful thinking, something fragile that shatters under the weight of reality. But real hope? It's fierce. It's stubborn. It's the kind of hope that looks at a storm and says, "You won’t break me." Hope is not denying reality. It's not pretending that pain doesn’t exist or that life is always fair. Hope is looking straight into the face of adversity and saying, "I believe something better is coming." Think of a seed buried deep in the earth. It’s surrounded by darkness, pressed down by soil. But in that very place, unseen and unnoticed, it begins to grow. Hope is like that—it takes root in the dark before it ever reaches the light. I once met a woman named Maria who had lost everything—including her home, her family, and her health. She had every reason to give up, and yet she didn’t. She told me something I'll never forget: > **"Hope is a muscle. You have to keep using it, even when it hurts."** She would wake up every morning and write down one thing she was grateful for. Some days, all she could write was, "I made it through yesterday." But even that was enough. Then there’s James, a soldier who came home from war with wounds no one could see. The nightmares, the guilt, the weight of things he couldn’t change—they almost destroyed him. But one night, standing on the edge of a bridge, he remembered something his mother used to say: > **"The darkest nights make the brightest stars."** And for the first time in a long time, he looked up. Sometimes, hope is simply deciding to look up instead of down. --- ### **Four Things to Remember When You're in a Dark Season** 1. **Focus on what never changes.** 2. **Find one small thing to be grateful for.** 3. **Surround yourself with people who speak life.** 4. **Take one small step.** Romans 5:5 says, *"Hope does not disappoint."* That doesn’t mean life will be easy or that every story will have a perfect ending. But it does mean that hope never leaves you empty. The night I almost gave up, I didn’t know what the future held. I didn’t know how things would change or if they ever would. But I chose to hope anyway, and looking back now, I see that hope was the very thing that carried me through. So if you’re standing in the dark, wondering if the light will ever return—hold on and keep hoping. Keep fighting. Because hope, even in the smallest form, is enough to carry you forward. And you? You are stronger than you think. This light came in many forms: the kindness of a stranger, the warmth of a friend's embrace, the silent understanding in a loved one’s eyes. Even in solitude, I discovered flickers of resilience within myself—small, yet powerful enough to push back the looming shadows. Each challenge, each heartbreak, each seemingly insurmountable night became a testament to the light that refused to abandon me.
Allis_Philemond · 466 Views
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