Wizard's Reign of New Zealand

It was a clear day when I found myself swept up in the possession of the Demon Lord, Zorathras.

I’d been on my way to New Zealand at the time, minding my own business and looking forward to an uneventful vacation. I’d been hiking along the cliffs, which were treacherous but breathtaking, when I heard a noise like a roaring wind behind me. I turned to see what it was, and there he was: nine feet tall with red skin, horns, fangs, three eyes on his head. He looked like some kind of demon from a video game or something.

I stood frozen as his mouth opened wide and he inhaled deeply.

The next thing I knew, I was ten feet away from where I’d been standing, carried by the breath of Zorathras himself. I landed with a thud in front of him, then felt a great pressure on my chest as he pinned me to the ground with one clawed hand. His other hand balled into a fist and slammed down hard above my head.

I felt like my skull would split open under the blow and that Zorathras was about to kill me right there on the spot. But instead of feeling pain, all I felt was this pressure building inside me - my chest started to expand and contract not just with each breath but with every part of me. My arms flexed against their restraints; my legs clenched together as if they could stand up and walk away all on their own. It felt like every part of my body had its own mind - it felt like being possessed by demons in more ways than one.

And then something happened that I couldn’t explain: all of those parts came together into one whole person - a person who could finally take control over the situation that he found himself in. Zorathras lifted his fist off me but didn’t let go when a sudden rush of energy coursed through me, making my muscles spasm uncontrollably so that I bucked violently against him until I threw him off balance and managed to get back onto my feet again. It was an incredible feeling - all this power surging through me made it look so simple for Zorathras to take me down again. The demon lord barely had time to regain his footing before I charged at him, diving under his arm and throwing it around behind him in an arm lock that would make any wrestler proud. Zorathras stared at me intently as if to say “are you kidding?” Then he bit at my shoulder and tried to throw me off balance by kicking out at my shins while writhing around helplessly beneath my grasp - but none of it worked! Instead, I held on tighter until he started struggling less and less until finally he stopped moving altogether. And that was when everything suddenly went black for me too…

When I woke up again, we were in another place entirely: an arena made of obsidian stone where Zorathras had set up shop for our “final battle” as he called it. He opened his palm towards me and revealed a small golden disc that glittered brilliantly in the light from above – it looked eerily similar to the pendant that hung around neck back home in Massachusetts… except this one seemed much bigger than mine!

I didn’t know how or why but somehow I knew what the pendant represented: the source of Zorathras’s power! It wasn’t just some trinket picked up at Claire’s Accessories; no – instead it was an artifact imbued with dark magic dating back thousands of years before mankind walked flat-footed on earth! In fact, now that I thought about it further (and now that Zorathras wasn’t looking), everything about Zorathras seemed familiar somehow: his red skin… his horns… even his three eyes! It reminded me of something… someone… Someone who used to be evil once – someone who had even tried to destroy the world back then too! But there had been a prophecy spoken about them – a prophecy shared by many cultures across time: “He will be born with three eyes!"

Yes! That’s what this must have meant! A child born with three eyes would bring about the destruction of mankind; but so too would such a child bring about its salvation instead – it would be reborn as one who could save us all from ourselves! It would have powers never seen before; powers only emulated by mere mortals through science fiction or fantasy! Powers beyond imagination… but also beyond reason too! This must be why men idolized them as gods; why they rose them up like kings above all others… But what did any of that mean now? How could any human being possess such power? Did man even have such power anymore? How can anyone fight against something so powerful? What hope is there left?!