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King's Folly Stuff

For those who don't know: the king's folly is a daily activity that I do where I practice self improvement and writing. It helps me overcome my fear of failure while being fun and practical. It develops skills in writing in 1st person, present tense, and being descriptive, all of which I am terrible at. 

I post these daily writings as Status updates. You can probably search up 'King's folly' and this will pop up.

Additionally, I thank those who read the stuff I write. It means a lot to me. Dedicated to those who doesn't write but should.

Lets get to it: King's Folly Chapter 4

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I stop once the thoughts start flowing back into my head. The earth demons had blackmailed me into challenging Efridit, The Waterdrowned. Efridit was THE most powerful demon on the face of the land. I don't see a way out of this, so I take the path to the eastern ocean, the lair of Efridit. 

The path is gravelly. There are scarce towns on it, and the entire thing takes 6 hours to traverse. The scenery is imperfect, especially if this is the last of the land I shall see. Massive trees dot the plains and slowly thicken to a forest. The forest abruptly ends at a beach. The forest itself is massive. Small rays of light penetrate the massive canopy of green to dance on the sandy ground. moss grows on everything peacefully, and gentle noises can be heard through the forest. There were barely any travelers here, and the nature took full advantage of that. The path was walked by few. There was rarely anyone who survived any encounter with Efridit.

The peace of the forest was soon changed for the chaos of the bay. The sound of waves relentlessly smashing the rock was amplified by the crags that stood on the stoney rock. The entire rock shelf was tilted at a diagonal and extremely plated. Each layer was worth a thousand years, and you can tell the that no year is wasted. The charcoal grey of the rocky shores was a empty canvas for the greenery that was sprayed on the rock. Mosses of all shades of green lines edges that waves do not touch. Algae marks where the tide has been. A fog of uncertainty filled the air as I walked forward onto the precipice of rock that lay at the peak of all the other slabs of stone. 

I stand in front of the most natural force in eldritch form. The ocean. The waters clearly sense something, and the deep depths shift to a shape. 

The ocean rises. The form of Efridit is made from all the water in the ocean. And thats when I realise Efridit doesn't live in the ocean, he is the ocean. That scares me so much. The aquatic terror is constantly changing. The waves that run across the ancient being's form are dragged by ghastly hands that protrude from the water. The skeleton hands vanish after they leave the form of the Waterdrowned, leaving the waves to their unknown fate. The eyes of Efridit are the waves, and many are crashing towards me. They are curious. And angry.

"Why do you break our agreement, foolish mortal? You have long known the rules." The water terror speaks from the water. The voice booms with the landscape, echoing off into the day.I do not know what the ancient one is talking about. I grow confused. 

"I do not know the rules. You must explain them to me." I say bravely. I am after all, stalling death. 

Efridit bothers not with explaining the rules. He speaks with his infinite voice, "I cannot kill you, but I can kill the world around you. YOU KNEW THE TERMS. I WILL NOW BRING THE WORLD TO ITS KNEES."

I am confused. Why can all the power of the ocean not kill me? Why is it unable to? I ask another question to buy myself invaluble time. "I do not know the rules. I am not bound by this pact."

"IT IS NOT MY RESPONSABILITY TO TEACH YOU THE PACT THAT YOUR KIN DID NOT. I WILL RUIN THE WORLD IN YOUR NAME"

I start to speak, but Efridit acts first. The waves come crashing down. Each one is less relenting than the first. The water fills up the entire shore, and everything starts moving. The trees crash down into the muddy waters. The bushes fly in the new wave that I am riding. The rocks uproot and scatter across the new depths. The path gets wiped away like a unwanted artwork. The sounds cease to the collosal sound of water ruining the world. The scarce towns are too washed away in the purifying wave of ruin. 

I feel responsible once the torrent hits the city. Screams ring as water floods the land up to their roofs. The castle itself lies in a yard of water. The roofs are torn up, churned, and spat out into the fray. The people get crashed by waves. The children's games are ended by this sweeping force of eldritch and nature. I am at its head, on the same precipice that I challenged Efridit, the progenator of the unholy act, on. It is preserved for me to see the world thrown into ruin. The rocky shelf piece finally lands home in a small crag. The water and objects of the world pass by, until finally, after hours of constant rushing water, it stops.

 I can only think of where to go now. There was no way off this rock without dying to the massive 6 foot waves that threatened my safe stone. I was going to die, after throwing the world into ruin.

It feels bad to end the world by accident.