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Casskull paced back and forth. Power. Rule over the planet. There was no question about that. He lost his strength and power 300,000 years ago due to the Guardians. And was blocked during that time from gaining power. He thinks he broke the barrier. Dark magic was slowly returning to him. He lost a child. Yet again. Alyssa. He hoped he could find her and turn her to his side before it was too late. Nine years had passed by. The longer they were separated, the harder it became. The bond was unusually strong. Then he looked up to see that one of his monsters had entered. “Yes?” “I got cut on my face. Please heal me. Please.” He went over and observed the face. Sure enough, there was a cut on the monster’s face. Weakling. “I can only inflict more damage. Go see a nurse and do not eat her.” The monster left. He stared after it. When will this life end? In fact, he didn’t want to die. He was tired of being powerless. Turning human children into monsters allowed them to live up to 1,000 years, compared to the standard 100. The balance can shift. He knew it could. Then he turned around and went up to the sword. It had lost its ability to speak, but he could feel its emotions. It promised powers. Power beyond his imagination. And it had happened too. It was tired of being powerless, too. He didn’t know if it was controlling him. It should be the other way around. He's controlling it. The sword was only half his age. Could this be the end as he knows it? Then a spark flew from his hand to the sword. Hope. The barrier was breaking. Word Count: 295 Activity: Bradbury and Octoprep |