He reached to the heavens. For years he'd worked to this moment. A spell here, an incantation there. Now, he was ready to defy the gods. He was ready to take his place in the universe. No, no longer would he have to answer to the whims of deities he cared not for. No longer would he succumb to the will of the ancients.
He reached to the heavens. His voice took on a power of its own as he chanted his final enchantment, as he screamed to the skies for the gifts that he felt he righteously deserved.
He reached to the heavens, and lightning and hell rained down, and he was transformed, but it was not the transformation he was expecting.
Centuries later, the result of defying the gods sits in an empty field, arms raised helplessly in an endless torment, a reminder to those who remain of what happens to those that would crave too much. |
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