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Dark Magic - Chapter 1

The child exploded. Was it violent? Of course it was. I did it on purpose. Guts sprayed out on the crowd of soldiers and peasants like confetti at a birthday. I taught him how to cast the spell and then I made sure he fucked up. This grassy field is the graveyard for those who dare step to me. I guess I should tell you why I did it though. What lead to this. Let's rewind a bit. About three hundred sixty-three years ago this tale starts.
What a calm village I thought when I arrived. Under the rule of a princess by the name of Ongie. Weird one she is. They said her voice was so enchanting no man could resist. I say her looks were enough but she rarely made public appearances and she never spoke. Always her assistants. The requirements for being an assistant are pretty obvious. Female, can read, and strong. Never once went against them and didn't plan on it. Rumor said they could kill a man just by staring at them. Little did I know, this kingdom would become quite a shitshow upon my arrival. I didn't work the fields like the locals. I worked in my house all day. Creating this so called magic. The entire town knew but was always willing to protect me.
The interesting thing about being immortal, you notice others who are immortal. Ongie was an immortal and created the perfect plan to protect the little people from noticing. Every twenty years, she would die giving birth to a beautiful little girl and then the beautiful little girl would come out twenty years later and happen to be a spitting image. Then the girl would rule for 10 years and the process repeats. New little girl, dead princess, and repeat. I didn't think much of it when I first saw it. It is common for women to have children that look just them. The interesting thing is it was always princess Ongie until the sudden birth. Then it was queen until the new princess is of age to rule.
You may be wondering why this baby was granted total power when an obvious king must exist. The answer is simple, the king is always killed for bringing death upon our great queen. The process continues ad infinitum. This story isn't about her though. This story is about me, the wondrous and amazing mage, Yackson.
I invented many spells that have helped the locals. It isn't really magic. It never existed but using a bit of thought and some understanding of elements, I can make anything look real. I took that wondrous black goop from the ground and refined it a bit and it was the ultimate fire bolt spell. Actually how I killed that child and wanna-be caster. You see, they protect me, I protect and help them.
I took the cow shit and refined it enough with age and some low-heat fire to make a nice fertilizer. Mix in some ground bones and you have a very simple crop growth serum. They let me stay without working much with that. When a wild bear was eating the chickens and killing some animals, I used the black goop to set it on fire. It died quickly and the locals became greedy with my powers. No one from out of the village was allowed to know about my powers.
As with many things, the villagers came and went, I stayed. After many years of developing newer spells, a revolution occurred and our government was overthrown by a general from the previous military. Princess Ongie stayed in power though. My guess is her enchanting voice and stunning looks saved her. After the first revolution, many occurred after it. Every fifteen years, another revolution, Ongie still in power.
One revolutionary named Sir Marcus Winds was the worst and most oppressive. He demanded all the mages, witches, wizards, and magic practicing patrons be round up. Sure enough, the knights of Winds came to our little town. They searched for magic casters and such and found none. I worked the field for two weeks hiding from these men. They never found my notes or tools but they watched us all. When they left, another revolution occurred at the capital.
This time the ruling class said magicians are allowed to practice and do as they wish because they're good for society. They even put out a request for magicians to join the military. Many joined and most died within the next revolution, this one a mere five months after the last one. I didn't suspect anything at first since I avoided this request for military magicians.
After two more revolutions asking for military magicians, I suspected something was up. The pattern continued. A general would take over killing all the magicians and then ask magicians to come forward to fight for their cause and to protect the princess. The same exact story and the same exact problems.
This repeated and I would never come out but send someone else since the local populace was complacent and stupid. They always went and they always died. I would share my magical discovery and teach one of them how to do it, and they would go and die in the next revolution. I guess you're caught up a bit, I'll explain why I blew a child to the great beyond along with an upcoming wizard.
The child was a sniveling little shit. He would always tell the guards of a wondrous magician doing amazing spells. They would look in the woods where I practiced and get a little closer each time. He was a rat, a liability. My latest apprentice wasn't to be trusted either. He hated that I was magical while he wasn't. I figured two birds with one stone.
I taught the shit some of my magic and he warmed up to me. I knew he planned on reporting me to the guards for being a magician so I planned it carefully. The guards would come to town looking for magicians and he would be an example to these peasants. The sniveling little shit also. He needed to go.
Sure enough, guards showed up on time, kids gathered around and the sniveling little shit always stood close to the magician showing off. I taught my apprentice a new spell that would blow the kid and himself up. The trick was to swallow a bit of the refined black goop mixed with alcohol and spit fire balls.
I covered the kid's clothes with a clear version of the black goop and waited till my apprentice tried the spell in front of the guards. I told him to swallow a bit more than we practiced with to make it more impressive. Sure enough, he did.
He performed the trick and I threw a line of clear black goop connecting the exploding apprentice and the kid. It was a glorious explosion. Kid bits and filthy apprentice on everyone. A blood lust was born out of it and it was amazing. Sure, I have to answer to the parents now but I got my revenge and I think my point is made.
I guess that sniveling little shit got what he deserved along with that shitty apprentice but these families won't let me get away with this.