from September 2014
Reaching out with his mind he pinpointed the position of the enemy forces, images patterning his consciousness. They were strong but he was stronger! It must be an all out attack, no half measures. Captives lay shrinking in the darkness shackled by an unseen force of that gnawed at their minds, bombarding them with thoughts and images that warped their sanity. He must liberate them before it was too late.
Calling in reserves he launched an all out attack. Resolutely clutching his weapon tight in his fist he marshaled his army sending gleaming emissaries wheeling forth, light blasting from their outstretched arms. The air whistled with missiles and the clash of weapons as light wrestled darkness. It was over in a matter of minutes.
The heavy bombardment concluded his eyes raked the debris for the prisoners. There they lay quivering but whole, the shackles snapped and useless. The enemy’s legions…
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