[ PI ] The longer a spell takes to invoke , the more potent its effects . A single wizard has been casting a spell for hundreds of years . Today , he is finally done .

As we float down to the ground from this dry, clear night in the sky we hear him humming... chanting. Bilgg, the last true sorcerer of the 
 Earth, from hundreds of years in the past, the original wizard of old in our stories is casting a grand spell. Moments of harsh but intriguing light spurt from his guise as he moves ever so smoothly to his own ambient show. For Bilgg is casting a spell long thought to be impossible for a single wizard to handle, a spell so unique and devastating no other wizard had the willpower or determination to attempt. Bilgg had been casting this spell for exactly 225 years to the day, his timing was impeccable. His motion began to increase in speed, his tone grew lower. The grass around Bilggs feet has been trampled and danced to death, it is just a patch of dirt as this point, but something unusual is happening in his vicinity. Leaves were drying up, grass was browning, flowers petals have started falling off... Bilgg sees this, he knows he is close. His movements get harder and chants at a more threatening pace. The grass around is now flattened and dead, the trees have lost all their leaves. It's barren where he continues... As he nears his close, his body is emanating an incredible light. Seen from the hills and treetops all around, birds fly away, deer stop in their tracks to gaze upon such intensity. His moans are bellowing and thick, able to be felt by every animal in the forest, deep in their cores. The white light, the foghorn chanting, dying leaves, it's all coming together. Hundreds of years of meticulous casting, memories lost and no new ones gained. Seasons have passed and all he ever knew has long since died... His terrific display of light and sound is now void. With a swift whip of air and Bilgg falls to his knees and he waits. Silently, peacefully. It's over. Has all of this been for not? Did his incantation prove fruitful? As Bilgg lays down and sighs a large breathe of cool night air he lays on something. A lump of soft... wool? He whips around and sees... Sweating and lucid he looks blankly, it's her. It's really her. It worked. On this day, 225 years ago Bilgg had something taken from him, and he is going to right that wrong. With just a quick but formidable thrust forward, she is gone. A knife. A knife is all it took to make Bilgg feel all he ever wanted to feel. Relief. He rests easy, laying down to the ground all the way now. She is where she belongs. He knows in his heart that the time spent and the years lost were worth it. Everyone who ever has been hurt by that wretch has been avenged. So simply. So long they've waited. Bilgg rises to his feet and looks up towards the stars... What now, he wonders with emptiness and curiosity. With the time that has passed and the Earth so changed... it's time to explore. 
 
 
 
 
 I've never written a story before but this was such a neat concept that I bit the bullet and told you what I saw in my head. If you read it, thanks! If you did n't, why are you reading this then? Weirdo.
