The Dark Road's End
Once, there was a mighty bandit king, whose terrifying skill with the sword was matched only by his great evil. He wielded magic that none of the other People had ever seen, and he terrorized all of Lith.
One day while he was marching with his band across a well-travelled road, the horizon seemed to get foggy. Everything seemed so much more distant. He didn’t know what was happening, and when he turned around, his band was so far away he couldn’t even see them.
And the ground had changed into something else; it was grey and speckled, and he felt like it was staring at him, watching him, and seeing all of the evil things he had done.
“Who’s there!?” He asked.
The ground gave way, and he was knocked off his feet. It all came together, and formed into one being.
“My name is Dimethyl,” the being said. “But who are you? What have you been doing all of this time?”
The bandit stood, and gave his name, readying his blade. He had heard the name Dimethyl before, but he had not been stopped by anyone before, and he would not be stopped now, either!
Dimethyl spoke: “You’ve hoarded power and hurt others, again and again. If you have to fight to protect yourself, that’s fine, but you’ve become the reason People protect themselves. You and your magic will be destroyed!”
That was the end of the dark road. The bandit king fought against Dimethyl, but he could not win. He was never heard from again, his band scattered, and the world was safer once again.