"Don''t do it! For the love of the 7 royals, don''t!!"
Ignoring the woman''s pleading, the
black magic grew in his
hands. Big, black, evil. He felt all his anger and hate rise into the air, turning the world dark. Like a powerful force hitting her, she dropped to her knees. Weakness overcoming, she tried begging once more.
"Please! Don''t...please..stop," she crawled over to her
children, hugging them as their last breaths were filled with screams and tears. Watching the Dark Lord make the
magic ball even bigger, she could see their land dying. All the big, colorful trees turned black and rotten. The meadows of flowers and grass turned to dead, dry weeds. No animals were out, no fairies were flying. She lowered her head and started crying. She felt the stregnth of her children loosen to a ghostly touch. Looking up once more, she was the last fairie to see the world. Everything went bright and all the screams went deadly silent. The explosion ripped through her body, leaving her limp. She saw the blood of her own family and friends surround her. Everything blacked out. That is the day we now know as The End.