Agony.
Such is an endless fate; a fate which in the worst of cases, worse then death. Oh, few would choose the agony in which the young man experienced.
Lady
Encampria - perhaps the fairest of them all. Oh, and to the eyes of that young lad, she was. Deep in the outskirts of Egypt, a pyramid resides. Cursed with an awful binding spell, it was impossible to move the pyramid, even by the strongest of men...or the strongest of magic.
But oh, that young lad tried to his very extent. Years he spent, mastering the art of that cursed magic of aether, embinding his soul into the element. Encampria had studied as well, but to the making of pyramids - not to the destruction or move of them. The elements of time and aether were always forbidden apart deep in those outskirts. Lady Encampria despised all that attempted to ruin her pyramids, executing each and every one of them.
It was a shock to find herself in a romantic relationship with one.
Oh, the young lad she loved. A poor soul, from a desperate and poor family of no great name. Lady Encampria had fallen in love with the boy. But she had her superiors; people from the very highest spots in Egypt. And so a trial was held for the lad's head..and Encampria's as well.
The execution was simply days after the verdict found the two guilty. Deep in a dungeon where none other then the highest would know about. The lad, name lost in time, was restrained. Forced to watch the vile execution of Encampria as her soul was put at not rest, but for an eternal agony.
The element had taught him well; he was keen on the art of words. As they were about to finally destroy him with those binding words, he shout out the words to the silence spell. He drew his sword from thin air; a rare weapon, especially for those found in Egypt, the land of time. Electrocuter, as most commonly known, was his weapon. And he used that weapon to slay his captor and escape.
But the memory haunts him to this day; the brutal saying of the one he loved. He aches in eternal agony in the lands of aether, awaiting for someone to awaken his soul.
Eternal agony...the purest and cleanest form. Agony was the name he took on, as he lived in silence and eternal agony.
Agony.....
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