A short story

Long ago in the kingdom of Derphine there rose a group of magi who called themselves
Seno Taerg Eht. These magi terrorised the people of Derphine for eight and twenty years, casting spells of famine and cursing newborns with deformities. Throughout these years the people of Derphine searched far and wide for a solution to their problem, but nothing came of it. It seemed all hope was lost until on the six and twentieth year of their rule, a child was born with eyes that glowed red with a fury so profound it seemed nothing could stand in his way. Finaly there was hope! Finally the people might be free! But the child grew sick on his eighth moon and had died by the end of his ninth. The body was placed in a catacomb deep under the kingdom and all hope for freedom was lost. Whilst the months of hardships above in the land of Derphine continued, the child's death slowly undid itself. He broke from hist tomb and fought his way up thought the darkness to the surface of Define. He stayed the magi with his stare of pure fury and darkness and freed the people of Derphine from their terror. Since then, the land of Derphine has had it`s peace.