Aeternitas by M Mixson (free ereaders txt) 📖

You will never win this battle!” it cackled and threw his arms open wide. “Look at me! I’m immortal, I am a god! And you are simply a puny human who can’t even use his magic for anything!”

Eian tightened his grip on the sword and with the agility he had gained thanks to the Princess he managed to get right inside the Vampire’s open arms. It grinned as it looked down at him.

“That will be your final mistake!”

Its fingers were thin, sharp and bone like and they slid a knife through Eian’s back to the hilt with ease.

“Good bye, little magic User.”

Eian felt blood seeping out of the gaping wound the vampire had left in his back. Eian looked up and spoke through a mouthful of blood.

“I’d be more worried about what you’re going to do,” he said and pulled the sword from the Vampires chest as he slumped to the floor.

The vampire that used to be Jiliy shrieked at the wound and patted it trying to make it heal. But then he shrieked again as the first rays of the sunrise lit the throne room making the room into an ethereal place. It was no longer cold and dark as it had been when they first walked in, but a safe haven. Eian closed his eyes for a moment before weakly turning his head to look out the window as he watched the sun rise. His blood covered hand still lay clenched about the sword whose magic had faded the moment it was pushed into darkness’s heart.

The vampire stumbled into his line of sight cursing him before bursting into flame and disintegrating where he stood.

The evil was gone, Eian thought as the sun’s rays nearly blinded him, and the world will go back to what it would have been had the plague never occurred. It’ll be a better tomorrow. He thought as his breath caught for one last moment.

Epilogue

Zese uncrossed his legs at Ohiel’s look and did his best to look more kingly. In the year that had passed since the fight with Jiliy the war had ended. Not by choice though. By the King’s choice.

In the records, albeit the records were spotty at places, it was found that Zese despite being rough around the edges (in many ways) was the only descendent of the first Royal Family still alive. He was crowned promptly and officially once his origins were proven.

Zese had done his best to deny it but respected scholars had deduced his great-grandfather had been ordered to hide their line away in case any great catastrophe came to pass. And indeed it had. Now Zese by simple and pure luck had become king of a realm he had no real interest in.

He tried to look interested in the latest tactical strategy, but he just couldn’t.

“Why can’t you just do it?” he grumbled to Ohiel who simply patted his back without sympathy.

“It’s just as the Princess predicted, you were destined for something greater. You stopped a war, and got an entire country back on track.”

Ohiel paused.

“Even if you did have to make Venicia its own separate country to do so.”

Magic had slowly been reforming in the world. Maybe the Source’s decided humans were to be trusted again, but Zese soon found that the few people who could now do magic were often persecuted. So in honor of Eian he’d made Venicia its own country – with the contract that said Aniatea’s laws and government still had the final say in anything it did.

Venicia’s new king had agreed on the single stipulation that whoever was closest to the Source would be king. Confused Zese had agreed nonetheless, not desiring to ask too many questions.

Although magic was staring to become more active in Aniatea itself people were still wary after what had happened.

And, Zese thought to himself as he trudged through the graveyard, they have every right to be.

He stopped at a gravestone and looked down at it a little sadly. “I wonder what they meant by the Dark Source. That’s a good enough reason to still be wary, that this fight isn’t over yet,” he asked as the snow tumbled down around him as he looked up into the starry sky as he spoke, “Right Eian?”

Imprint

Text: M Mixson
Images: M. Mixson
Publication Date: 04-21-2014

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Dedication:
to my wonderful friends and family who always said that I could do whatever I wanted with my life. You’re the ones who gave me the support to complete this book.