'Master, ' Aeron told his master from birth, a powerful magician that had saved the earth numerous times, 'I sense demons... In the distance. Their presence stalks closer.'
'No need to be frightened, my young apprentice.' He grinned, showing his brilliant white teeth.
In his heart, Aeron wasn't afraid. His master didn't know this, in fact, no one knew. He used a dark power called masking to block out his internal feelings.
Aeron had dark abilities. In some ways, he considered himself evil in some ways; how he reacted, his cold words, and even his Magikal powers. He could've cloaked and turn intangible while standing still, and no one could see, feel, sense, or even touch him. He can leave stone clones while cloaking, and infect peoples' minds with various hallucinations and ghostly pictures. He was a wraith, a ghost of life. A Nightmare Phoenix, and he swarmed the night with fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem