Decided to jot down a few thoughts about Black here. I know someone from our forum thinks it's nonsense, but despite that, I want to know what others think.
Prologue. Part 1
The day was calm, and nothing foreshadowed trouble. Agler, the chieftain of the first elf tribe of the lands of Mail, was training as usual.
- You are the best because you don't pay attention to fatigue, Agler, but that will be your downfall. - said the holy father, approaching Agler.
- Holy Father, because of fatigue, weak people, elves, dwarves, and fusion warriors fell under the sword! I don't want their fate; our people are weak, the fiery rock is near; how can you not understand this?! - Agler replied.
- I understand that, but you don't. The elves offered us refuge in their homes; why not go to them, or is your pride getting in the way?
- Yes, that's exactly it.
- Remember, pride is a vice, and whether you like it or not, you need to get rid of it.
- I'm trying, but I can't.
Suddenly, they noticed a dark figure. It was crawling on the ground, with great effort moving its arms and legs; it was clear that the creature was injured.
- We need to help him! - Agler shouted.
He rushed towards the unknown person. As it turned out, his arms and legs were burned, his clothes were torn, he was covered in soot and dirt, and he smelled of a campfire. The unknown person was breathing with difficulty and could not speak, but the mark on his arm made it clear - he was a slave.
- One of the elves, - said Agler, approaching the holy father, carrying the dying man in his arms - clearly a slave; it's strange that no one has escaped from the soldiers of the fiery rock yet; the Master of Fiery Deception is cunning and strong; it is difficult to escape from him.
- So this elf was lucky. Let's go; the monks will heal this poor fellow and take care of his health and well-being.
And so, a whole month passed; everything was as usual: the soldiers of the fiery rock were killing everyone as usual, forcing some to work in the mines. The sick man recovered, and it was time for him to leave, but before that, he approached Agler and said:
- O great chieftain, in gratitude for helping me, please accept this.
He took out a black mask and handed it to Agler. He was surprised to see such a gift but did not refuse it. He went for a walk, but all the way, a strange feeling haunted him - he incredibly wanted to put on the gift. He went home, took the mask out of his cloak pocket, and... the world changed in an instant. Agler's golden curls turned black, chaos and horror were seen all around, and most importantly, he saw the lord of the fiery rock warriors of these lands - the Master of Fiery Deception.
- Agler, by putting on this mask, you have pleased me very much. Now you and your people are my servants! Ha ha ha ha ha!
Agler came out of the tent. Everything was really like that. About a thousand soldiers in black cloaks with hoods covering their faces stood before him. All the clothes and even the blades were black. He was surprised when he saw women and children in the ranks of this horde. He cursed the fiery rock for what they had done and at the same time loved it...