It's my own fault. I know. I was curious. But let's face it. Who wouldn't be curious? What power was, I didn't know then. I regret it. I regret it all. How I wish I could go back and stop myself from turning into what I've become now. An outlaw is what I am now.... Or at least.. It feels like it.... I still remember the day it happened. They day I used such dark....Dreadful magic.
There's a first for everything. But this first is one I would never want to experience ever again if I was ever reborn. Never again.
The first time... There was a rush. Oh yes... A rush in my chest, my heart pounding with excitement. But then I felt how dark it was. It twisted and turned inside so forcefully I felt so very ill. My flesh burned and melted. It felt like being in a sea of acid with no escape. None. I watched in awe and horror as my flesh liquified before my eyes. Nothing looked like it changed. My colour... My markings. They remained as they were. But the feeling of pure fire coursing through my flesh. The agonizing screams of pain.What have I done...? What have I done?
After what felt like eons of constant acidic cleansing, it was finally over. A terrifying chill ran through my body as if a ghost flew through me. I felt weak. My body trembled. It felt so sore. It was as if one scrubbed me with wires clear down to my bone. I was amazed to see myself still standing. I stagger and fall over. A fresh feel of my own skin/scales scraping the floors. A yelp of came from my throat as I hit the ground, my aching body hit by a shockwave of pain.
Eventually, I don't feel it anymore. I venture out. And it's as if everyone knew what I had did to myself. They avoided me. Though... As most corrupt ones would've already switched to a much darker personality... I didn't feel too changed. My magic is now one with the shadows and the night. And at times, I feel as if possessed to cause a crime. And it's hard to fight. Why haven't I turned entirely? I don't know. And I don't want to be a complete evil.
If I could, I'd change back.Methendryl is mine(lolwut)
Nagendra belong to AshasCadence@dA
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Reposted from DeviantArt. Should I do more like this if I have a short story in my head?
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Backstory:
Methendryl was a curious little Negendra before the incident. He practiced his magic often. Eventually, he ran into shadow magic. But as he continued to practice this type of magic, he found himself becoming more corrupt. Before he knew it, what he felt through his body was a new him. Washed clean to the core with darkness, his innocent self inside and struggling to keep him as he was before.
Unlike most corrupt, he's not entirely evil. He will have moments where he just snaps into a maniac, his new power possessing his physical form and corrupting his mental self.
