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"He'll do great things."
That's what the Village People said about him strong coordinated talented smart and
Charming the young man felt as though he could become anything he wanted he stood tall with
his shoulders back and his blue eyes spoke of a steady self-confidence held deep within
him his body was strong Built Tough through hours of intensive sword training I after
endless hours of Sword practice he began to stroll through the village back to his home
a number of girls waved to him as he walked by and he politely waved back upon arriving
home he began sharpening his swords ready for training the next day suddenly a spirit
appeared behind him calling his name the young man spun around ready to attack only to find
an incredibly plain looking Spirit floating harmlessly in the center of his room neither
male nor female the spirit held an entirely blank expression neither happy nor sad as
though there was no emotion inside of it whatsoever the spirit spoke Gene of furthershore I am
the spirit of seeing the young man stood facing the spirit confrontationally what do you want
he said drawing his sword the spirit remained completely unafraid only to show you my Powers
I can show you anything you can possibly imagine for I am the spirit of seeing the spirit replied
plainly the young man observed the spirit carefully it continued to float passively
in the air and seemed to pose no threat you can show me anything huh show me The Stables
of further Shore the young man said curiously Spirit blew a puff of smoke and inside the
smoke The Stables could be seen clearly the image of the Stables hung in the air for several
minutes before disappearing the young man smiled how interesting he thought to himself
another idea immediately came to his mind show me the most beautiful girl in the world
he suggested with a smirk on his face without a word the spirit blew another puff of smoke
and in it appeared the most beautiful girl the young man had ever seen a long dark hair
laid delicately over her pretty head she had big piercing brown eyes a delicate nose and
plump lips one hand lay perfectly on the hips of her gorgeous hourglass figure the young
man's pupils dilated as he stared at the goal in Wonder for a full five minutes remembering
where he was he cleared his throat and composed himself once again while he felt slightly
embarrassed the spirit maintained an empty gaze seemingly unaffected by the young man's
embarrassing display another idea entered the young man's mind show me a great warrior
he commanded as usual the spirit blew yet another puff of smoke with an image of exactly
what the young man had asked for the perfect Warrior stood looking into the distance his
body toned and muscular with a Stern expression on his face the young man marveled at this
great warrior pledging to himself that he too would one day be a great warrior just
like this man young man had had enough you may now leave Spirit I've seen enough he said
dismissively as he went back to sharpening his swords Spirit of seeing spoke without
emotion I shall remain here in the corner of your room ready to show you my powers on
your command the young man Shrugged his shoulders in acceptance the spirit didn't seem to mean
him any harm as the weeks went by the young man became accustomed to the spirit in his
room he used it to see the weather of the day to see what his friends were doing and
he even started looking at beautiful girls with their clothing removed after all the
spirit of seeing would show him anything he wanted the weeks turned into months he started
leaving his sword training an hour early and then two hours early and then three for the
spirit of seeing was far more stimulating than dull repetitive sword training the girls
in the village waved but the young man stopped waving back they were plain he said to himself
one day he would find a girl as beautiful as the ones he watched through the spirit
he thought he began using the spirit to watch great battles he cheered aloud as his favorite
hero turned the tide of the Skirmish at the very last minute watching with eagerness thinking
that one day soon he would lead his own Army into battle he thought of these battles while
he practiced his swordwork he even began reciting lines he had heard his favorite hero speak
as he swung and he would leave training after just a few hours to rush home and watch a
great battle not before seeing more beautiful naked girls of course a year passed and the
girls in the village had stopped waving some had wedded a husband most could be heard screaming
the name of another boy in the village from the archery range each evening apparently
he was skilled with a bow the young man cursed and muttered under his breath something about
real Warriors not attacking from afar he now trained only for a few short hours and some
days he would skip training altogether he would walk at a quick pace through the village
to get home uninterested in exchanging pleasantries with the village Folk he had begun using the
spirit to watch a number of beautiful naked women perform sexual acts on one another it
seemed now that a single naked woman was no longer interesting his admiration for his
favorite hero had turned into jealousy he would watch the hero defeat enemy after enemy
the gap between himself and the hero seeming to loom ever larger he could no longer run
much of a distance his shield felt heavy his sword skills no longer matched other Warriors
of his own age several more years passed the young man had given up on becoming a hero
although he would still re-watch his favorite battles through the spirit from time to time
still and married he had become deeply frustrated and sad his sword lay quietly in the corner
of the room collecting dust on the night of his 30th birthday the man nearing the end
of his youth sat alone in his room feeling worse than he had ever felt the Clock Struck
12.
suddenly the spirit of seeing began to laugh the man was startled the spirit had never
laughed before in fact it had never shown any emotion whatsoever he looked up at the
Spirit who caught his gaze slowly the spirit of seeing grew a wide smile for the first
time in 10 years the spirit spoke my work here is done it said in a deep voice what
are you talking about Spirit the man spoke fearfully Spirit laughed again I shall reveal
what I have kept secret for the past 10 years I am the ultimate concentration of evil I
am the root of all the darkness in this world I am the Devil Himself the spirit spoke pridefully
The Man became terrified his mouth wide open and speechless a demon will attack this Village
tonight A Prophecy foretold that you were the one destined to defeat it but it is I
that has defeated you and now the souls of this Village are mine the spirit spoke with
a tone of utter Glee why wait 10 long years the man asked in a shaky voice why not fight
me face to face the first time we met spirit let out another laugh if I had fought you
face to face you would have conquered me but I'm cunning and that slow drip of poison given
to you through the means of endless fantasy has rendered you too weak to fight and now
this Village is mine the man could do nothing other than slowly sit down a deep dark pain
settled inside his stomach one that he knew would never go away only the Devil Himself
could inflict the Deep tormenting inner anguish he felt pulsing through his mind the torture
in his mind was too much to bear he needed something to quell the pain can I see those
beautiful girls just one more time a wide grin grew across the devil's face always
this story was written by James McIntosh and narrated by Chris Williamson you can find
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