With your lust and your greed weighing down
Soon it will be harvest season for all the crops, though one man, Mr.Jekis will have the most produce by the end of the season. He always does, and the rest of the farmers are fed up. They want you to go to Mr.Jekis's land and burn it all to the ground. They don't care how, just get the job done.
A large, broad hand had crumbled the small piece of paper in his palm. A wind had just passed by the aged mage, his silvery-white, messy locks of hair had trembled to it's cool, pressuring air. His black leather boots clung to the crust beneath; patches of green blades of grass had adorned it's ugly features. A smug smirk, dancing across his lips as the camera slowly panned up to view the mage's face standing to the scene of the farm in the nearby distance. Blue optics had captured the view of the plains beneath the hill he had stood upon.
The mage had squeezed the matter in between fingers and let it flutter from his palm, to the ground, but was quickly caught by the wind and clawed away from the earthy hands.
"This... shall be fun."
A large, broad hand had crumbled the small piece of paper in his palm. A wind had just passed by the aged mage, his silvery-white, messy locks of hair had trembled to it's cool, pressuring air. His black leather boots clung to the crust beneath; patches of green blades of grass had adorned it's ugly features. A smug smirk, dancing across his lips as the camera slowly panned up to view the mage's face standing to the scene of the farm in the nearby distance. Blue optics had captured the view of the plains beneath the hill he had stood upon.
The mage had squeezed the matter in between fingers and let it flutter from his palm, to the ground, but was quickly caught by the wind and clawed away from the earthy hands.
"This... shall be fun."