Commission done for me by go fave the original! owo

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I was listening to Black Blade - Two Steps From Hell one (beautiful from that point on) day, and amost immediately images started rushing and racing in my head and the creative mood struck me. I've been planning to write out Daze's history in full, and as soon as the last piece of the puzzle falls into place, I'll commence writing. Still, after listening to that song over and over, the whole story flashed by and everything seemed to fit effortlessly. Yet one scene kept replaying as the music went on; a key story scene in my character's background: The fight with his brother.

So, I had the idea of trying to capture that fight in one picture, and when I finally settled on a concept, I realised it was a bit too complex for me to handle. So commissioned :D And she got it just right!

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Small excerpt:

" Something stirred inside of me, and as I gazed over the meadow, I could sense there was more to the old forest than what met the eyes. The feelings of uncontrolled rage and hate made me dizzy, and for a moment I begged for it to stop. Yet as time went on, I could feel a soothing presence radiate from deep within me. Slowly, my breathing started to level out, and I closed my eyes to take in my surroundings. The moonlight illuminated everything as if it was day, and coated everything in an eerie silvery white. Upon opening my eyes again, I spotted a huge figure looming over the smaller rows of trees. Devilish red eyes pierced their way right into my very soul, and for a moment, I staggered back. But then they came. For a moment it seemed as if an unearthly fog had appeared out of nowhere, but I knew this was no fog. I could still feel all the emotions, all the agony burning inside me, at war with my very will to survive, to do good, and to end this once and for all. The fog behind me started to take on the shape of two spectral wolves, and as they stepped towards me, their beautiful heads raised high, I knew. I knew I could win against this abomination that had threatened to destroy all I held dear. More howls joined the night, as more shaped started to appear in the fog. I grinnd to myself and looked back at the towering mass of rage that stood across the meadow. He was hesitating. Because he knew as well.

We were legion. For we were many. "

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Art @  goldenphoenix101
Daze/Silvermoon Chronicles @ moi