I sit in the darkness that engulfs my mind, and listen to all the sounds around me. the pure anf perfect sound of silence nothing can break it; no amount of the hurt and confusion that is external can disturb this place of purity, my center, my core of magic. I relish in it, briefly, and then releas it on my world. I begin to hurl bolts of it at my enemy, knocking them senseless, never killing them, but incapacitating them for the moment.

soon there is no one left but me, surrounded by a ring of kryn soldiers. They had ben sent to capture me, but i knew they were too few, it would take thousands to take me. A voice in my head interjects like a disaproving mother "a little over confident, don't ya think?"

"no" i replied smoothly "honest."

"humph" and the voice was silent.

i continued to run, feeding myself with my magic, urging my legs to carry me just one more mile. i had to get away. the force i had taken out was easy, but draining none the less. as i ran, i began to remember what brought me here, what had happened to cause me to have to be the one to run.

I looked around me at all the faces that I had known for so long; all my friends and family, yet I noticed a trace of something I had never even imagined could exist on their faces, especially directed at me. It was fear, fear of me. All eyes were fixed on me in a frozen look of shock and horror. And then I woke up, soaked in sweat, with my lingering memories of my past. That is the last thing I remember of my old life, all the people I had grown up with, and loved, shunning me from the only home I had ever known, simply because I had the ‘gift.'  "snap out of it, you have work to do." the voice was back. but then i noticed somethin that wasn't there before, a force of kryn soldiers as far as the eye could see, spread in front of me. i became saddened at the task i knew i would have to preform.

once again i sought the calm center within, pooling all my energy together. i could feel it building within myself. In my center there was no concept of time, just the untainted, pure, and deafening silence. i wished i could bask in my mind forever, but the pressing task at hand puled me out with a jolt. i gazed around at all the leering aces, knowing that soon, all these faces would be nothing  but dust. i unleashed the magic, with a silent prayer for forgiveness as what i was about to do. i felt it leave me,  rushing with deadly intent to the thousands of trained assassins that was the entire force of the west kryn lands. i saw them drop, saw the looks of surprise and pain register on their faces, for one brief moment, i saw their souls, unmasked, and then watched as they were ripped from their bodies. i cringed inwardly. i hated killing. i hated knowing that i was the cause for all the cries of all the mothers, wives, children, and siblings of these men. i knew the pain they would go through, and i mourned for their losses. deaht was so final, and i hated being the deciding factor. but, bringing death seemed to be what life was throwing at me. i only did it when there was no other options, but it never stopped hurting, never became easier. i couldn't turn off this pain like i could with the rest, this was a dull ache in my very soul that never ceased.

as i looked at all the men around me, dead. the voice came back "i'm sorry for what you must do, but i am not sorry for why you do it."

hey all,  here is an excerpt, so to speak, of the story i am writing, sorry for any mistakes, i was in a hurry.