"Rivers of blood will run faster and mountains of corpses will grow taller, until the wishes of the wicked are fulfilled. And when they do, its when our world is truly doomed. As the new God means new age, our fate will follow the traces of their quill. Even if it meant the rewriting of our existent lands and seas, into the unfathomable living nightmares from their twisted imagination. This is the line where we thread. To make sure no one ill powerful would able to succeed into the ancient gates. We are always prepared for the event of such nature, our swords and hammers rest strong and ready.
We have received the word about a wretched witch, known only as "Anahstasia", becoming an increase in interest of the wise protectors. She has proven to be no good, with high bounty price around her neck, for her disgusting unlawful doings. I fear nothing, as I am the messenger of the wise and pure, thus I make promise to all citizens that we will keep her and her creeps at the bay of this city. Do not abandon the walls, and do not contact anyone beyond walls without the special privileges. May I share my courage to you all, and may you live with the serenity."

"...I've been losing the peace of my rest lately. I want to admit my fear, but I don't want to disappoint our deities. I pray for strength, but I gaze into the foreseeing messages once more. My eyes see no lies. She... Is the embodiment of an Arcanageddon. The storm we were preparing to battle is coming with her steps. But something does not fit in my mind. She's a mortal that harnesses no critically-significant magical power, despite her new body. Its not even at the level of those with the sorcery diploma. Why do I worry then? There must be something I'm not seeing. Her power lies somewhere else, beyond my visions. I will continue to pray until my stress is gone and drowsiness overtakes me, so may I rest well. I do wish for the rekindling of the hungry flames beneath her."

Just some fable I'm writing in spare time, featuring an uncommon type of a protagonist, and a world inhabited with varied progressed civilizations. Not your average fantasy setting. Will be book sized, so don't expect it completed any sooner.
Pre-Prologue text:
"It all begins like every fairytale, in a distant, unknown land of fantasy and magic... Where those who are gifted, have good manners and are crowned as kings, and those who step in their way are punished for their vile, sinned nature. However, this is a no happy-ending bedtime story. Not always that someone who's well-built in skills and abilities, a hero. Not always that they will use those skills and abilities for some greater good of the land. A hero, in fact, is only a perspective of individuals, on how we see others, and how they see us. But everyone sees lunatics the same way. Lunatics only look at world on how they may use it for own intentions. They seek whatever fulfills their own goals. A goals that are mad vile and difficult. But no one expects them to do anything about it, for they only fantasize about these ideas. Its only a mere dream of their insane mind. But not this time, for even a lunatic can be the gifted one, and when their time comes, they will unleash nightmares into the world, in which they only themselves, will see it as a paradise."