And so it was over. They destroyed everything, everything that I created, and I was imprisoned in a cage in the hope of eternal suffering. If they could kill me, they did not pause for a second, but I'm immortal. Losing one shell, I'm reborn in another at the point of rebirth, and it was they who could put it in this dungeon from the bedrock and until I see a way out, but that's for now. And all this for the start, all that was enough for their abilities is to create a dead flesh that thoughtlessly and purposelessly exists in space and even I can not now fix it. And how they were infuriated that my creatures are alive and interesting, they really live, feel and develop. I was proud of my creation and it was like the last drop of their impatience, I finished badly ...
Well, it's over and they're gone. I think for a long time, hoping, but that after taking away my freedom and magic, I'll rot here forever. But I have what they do not when can not take away, this knowledge. I know for sure I'll get out of here and again create a wonderful world populated with intelligent life and magic I do not need. To create a reasonable life, you need a "Wand of Creation" and I will build it to make it worth it. But for now it is necessary to create a primitive life like trees and get water without it, not how, if not if I could get it outside, because the rains here are coming I heard.
