Hi again, dear community.
I wanted to share this prologue. It's all of it, but I'm trying to 1) Set the theme and tone of the rest of the novel and 2) Introduce a key driver of later events of the story. I hope it's somewhat better than the last things I've brought.
The ground trembles. A dark gust surrounds the arcane wizard as he summons more and more of his corrupted energy. The air feels cold and dead, while the academy mages’ grunts of exhaustion echo in the wind. Firebolt strikes, but the wizard remains unscathed, as his ragged coat still with a stench of sea shows few signs of damage.
“Damn academy mages, you are no match for me! Surrender!" The wizard’s eyes glow sharp.
“Fabien, quickly! Channel your spirit magic, summon your aura! I’ll strike with ice!" a mage shouts. His dark blue riveted robe is ragged and burnt.
Fabien’s fear adds useless seconds to his duty “There’s no use Vincent, his unholy power is way too strong!" he says. His physical might seems of little use by now.
Still with doubts, he summons his silver aura. Fabien shines as his soul fuels his magic, matching the greyish tone of his short hair. The arcane wizard shows a wretched smile, his eyes darkened by his evil magic, he fires a dark thunder.
“Arrrrgrh!” Fabien falls, his muscles still stiff from the shock.
“What?! Fabien!! The last wizards seem nothing compared to him!…Milton…!" Vincent says, frowning his bold eyebrows, looking for his comrade.
“Vincent, what should we do?! He’ll fry us all at this rate!" Milton says, struggling to remain on his feet. His breathing is heavy.
The dark and dead gust still flows from the arcane wizard.
“It’s just the three of us…” Vincent sighs, before casting ice magic, freezing his hands in a sudden.
“Do you really think that this will…” The arcane wizard barely feels the cold “...What?!” the ice chunks start to shine, now moving on their own and joined together against his will by two strings of magic. Spirit magic at its finest, Fabien has gotten back on his feet after the shock, his aura shining high, using telekinesis.
“That...that may do it!” Milton cheers and uses his ice magic as well. The wizard’s arms are frozen further.
There may be a chance of defeating him.
“You will fall to my power!" the half frozen wizard yells with a hellish tone, as something seems to glow beneath his cheap coat.
His dark aura bursts high, the earth trembles stronger. Black fire burns the ice on his arms “This can’t be!” Milton shouts. The academy mages’ teeth grind, both from fear and the tremor itself.
“There may be no limits to his power…” Fabien shares his hopeless gaze with his comrades.
“Vincent, we should run! We won’t survive!" Milton shouts.
“This arcane wizard must be stopped here and now! Focus on his hands!" Vincent’s determination seems a beacon of hope.
The dark aura grows chaotically, spinning and twisting “Die, Algalordian mages!” the wizard’s scream of joyful power turns his face pale and wretched. His eyes start to bleed, as well as his nose and mouth.
“This power is beyond your pitiful codes!” he yells and casts a strong dark flare from his hands, reaching Milton in an instant. Half of his face charred black, his right arm falls, turned into burning charcoal, still smoking.
“Ahhhrrgh…I….can’t…breathe…."
He falls, unable to scream in pain with his burnt throat, to die shortly after. The academy lost one of his most talented ice apprentices. If three academy mages barely stood a chance, only two of them are surely doomed.
“Miltoooooon!” Fabien’s chin trembles with the fear of being next.
The wizard smiles fades, his laughter now filled with intense pain. His dark aura spins and shifts. Tremors, spasms and finally, a black fire, sparkling with bolts with no clear target.
“Arrrrgh! I...Won’t...Fall!” the arcane wizard resists, his dark aura starts shimmering, flashes of dark light reach Fabien and Vincent’s eyes, feeling as if the wizard’s soul entered their minds.
“What...What is this?! Arrrrgh!” Fabien says, grabbing his head and falling to his knees, his mind drowning with the wizard’s wicked memories.
“This...spell! He’s crumbling! Seeing he won’t be able to kill us, he’s trying to drive us mad!” Vincent is having a better time resisting the wizard’s spell.
“tHe poWer iS miiNeee!” the wizard’s abyssal voice twists in the black fire around him.
The flashes stop, and the arcane wizard just stands and burns, as black thunder travels his body, not on his control anymore. His electric screams of agony end seconds later, his dark aura disappears. He falls dead and his joints crack, carbonized.
“Huh…what…what happened…?" Fabien asks, breathing heavily.
“Arcane magic…We were lucky, but this one was strong. Others get consumed earlier, they never learn…" Vincent says, recovering from the battle, still sweating.
“I can’t figure out why they keep on mixing magic…" Fabien says, still in disbelief while his tall body still trembles.
“Because they always think they’ll be the ones to master magic fusion…Hey look, that explains a lot…" Vincent says, noticing something strange.
He approaches the burnt body of the fallen foe and reaches a necklace coming from under the wizard's burned coat, too big for it to be an ornament. It’s an amulet, glowing dark, feeling hot and cold simultaneously when touched.
“This *******…Tribal magic too, in an arcane enchantment… Vincent says, aware of what he has in his hands.
“These mages from Clysse are crazy..." Faben says, still with a fearful expression on his face.
“I don’t think this is clyssian work…This magic feels...raw. I saw arcane artifacts before but this one is out of the charts…" Vincent says, tired.
“We must cleanse that immediately! It’s too dangerous!" Fabien exclaims.
“I know! But Milton…He was the only one with light magic strong enough to maybe remove this curse…" Vincent says softly, as his eyes get tired and sad.
“Milton…poor Milton…it should not have ended like this" Fabien starts sobbing.
“It could have been any of us. That dark fire would have charred anyone on its way" Vincent says, feeling sad, still laying a hand on his shoulder.
Fabien’s face is still gloomy. “Perhaps we should head back to the academy?" he asks, clueless.
“I don’t think so, the trip is too long and the influence of this amulet will surely begin to corrupt us before we get back. The Shrine of Creation is closer, and we can use the altar to channel our magic." Vincent says, feeling shivers.
“Great idea! But will I be strong enough for that?" Fabien shrugs his shoulders.
“You did great today, Fabien, despite us being overrun by this lunatic. Let’s give our goodbyes to Milton and depart. We don’t have time to waste." Vincent says, setting their way to cleanse this amulet before having it corrupting him too.
I wanted to share this prologue. It's all of it, but I'm trying to 1) Set the theme and tone of the rest of the novel and 2) Introduce a key driver of later events of the story. I hope it's somewhat better than the last things I've brought.
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The ground trembles. A dark gust surrounds the arcane wizard as he summons more and more of his corrupted energy. The air feels cold and dead, while the academy mages’ grunts of exhaustion echo in the wind. Firebolt strikes, but the wizard remains unscathed, as his ragged coat still with a stench of sea shows few signs of damage.
“Damn academy mages, you are no match for me! Surrender!" The wizard’s eyes glow sharp.
“Fabien, quickly! Channel your spirit magic, summon your aura! I’ll strike with ice!" a mage shouts. His dark blue riveted robe is ragged and burnt.
Fabien’s fear adds useless seconds to his duty “There’s no use Vincent, his unholy power is way too strong!" he says. His physical might seems of little use by now.
Still with doubts, he summons his silver aura. Fabien shines as his soul fuels his magic, matching the greyish tone of his short hair. The arcane wizard shows a wretched smile, his eyes darkened by his evil magic, he fires a dark thunder.
“Arrrrgrh!” Fabien falls, his muscles still stiff from the shock.
“What?! Fabien!! The last wizards seem nothing compared to him!…Milton…!" Vincent says, frowning his bold eyebrows, looking for his comrade.
“Vincent, what should we do?! He’ll fry us all at this rate!" Milton says, struggling to remain on his feet. His breathing is heavy.
The dark and dead gust still flows from the arcane wizard.
“It’s just the three of us…” Vincent sighs, before casting ice magic, freezing his hands in a sudden.
“Do you really think that this will…” The arcane wizard barely feels the cold “...What?!” the ice chunks start to shine, now moving on their own and joined together against his will by two strings of magic. Spirit magic at its finest, Fabien has gotten back on his feet after the shock, his aura shining high, using telekinesis.
“That...that may do it!” Milton cheers and uses his ice magic as well. The wizard’s arms are frozen further.
There may be a chance of defeating him.
“You will fall to my power!" the half frozen wizard yells with a hellish tone, as something seems to glow beneath his cheap coat.
His dark aura bursts high, the earth trembles stronger. Black fire burns the ice on his arms “This can’t be!” Milton shouts. The academy mages’ teeth grind, both from fear and the tremor itself.
“There may be no limits to his power…” Fabien shares his hopeless gaze with his comrades.
“Vincent, we should run! We won’t survive!" Milton shouts.
“This arcane wizard must be stopped here and now! Focus on his hands!" Vincent’s determination seems a beacon of hope.
The dark aura grows chaotically, spinning and twisting “Die, Algalordian mages!” the wizard’s scream of joyful power turns his face pale and wretched. His eyes start to bleed, as well as his nose and mouth.
“This power is beyond your pitiful codes!” he yells and casts a strong dark flare from his hands, reaching Milton in an instant. Half of his face charred black, his right arm falls, turned into burning charcoal, still smoking.
“Ahhhrrgh…I….can’t…breathe…."
He falls, unable to scream in pain with his burnt throat, to die shortly after. The academy lost one of his most talented ice apprentices. If three academy mages barely stood a chance, only two of them are surely doomed.
“Miltoooooon!” Fabien’s chin trembles with the fear of being next.
The wizard smiles fades, his laughter now filled with intense pain. His dark aura spins and shifts. Tremors, spasms and finally, a black fire, sparkling with bolts with no clear target.
“Arrrrgh! I...Won’t...Fall!” the arcane wizard resists, his dark aura starts shimmering, flashes of dark light reach Fabien and Vincent’s eyes, feeling as if the wizard’s soul entered their minds.
“What...What is this?! Arrrrgh!” Fabien says, grabbing his head and falling to his knees, his mind drowning with the wizard’s wicked memories.
“This...spell! He’s crumbling! Seeing he won’t be able to kill us, he’s trying to drive us mad!” Vincent is having a better time resisting the wizard’s spell.
“tHe poWer iS miiNeee!” the wizard’s abyssal voice twists in the black fire around him.
The flashes stop, and the arcane wizard just stands and burns, as black thunder travels his body, not on his control anymore. His electric screams of agony end seconds later, his dark aura disappears. He falls dead and his joints crack, carbonized.
“Huh…what…what happened…?" Fabien asks, breathing heavily.
“Arcane magic…We were lucky, but this one was strong. Others get consumed earlier, they never learn…" Vincent says, recovering from the battle, still sweating.
“I can’t figure out why they keep on mixing magic…" Fabien says, still in disbelief while his tall body still trembles.
“Because they always think they’ll be the ones to master magic fusion…Hey look, that explains a lot…" Vincent says, noticing something strange.
He approaches the burnt body of the fallen foe and reaches a necklace coming from under the wizard's burned coat, too big for it to be an ornament. It’s an amulet, glowing dark, feeling hot and cold simultaneously when touched.
“This *******…Tribal magic too, in an arcane enchantment… Vincent says, aware of what he has in his hands.
“These mages from Clysse are crazy..." Faben says, still with a fearful expression on his face.
“I don’t think this is clyssian work…This magic feels...raw. I saw arcane artifacts before but this one is out of the charts…" Vincent says, tired.
“We must cleanse that immediately! It’s too dangerous!" Fabien exclaims.
“I know! But Milton…He was the only one with light magic strong enough to maybe remove this curse…" Vincent says softly, as his eyes get tired and sad.
“Milton…poor Milton…it should not have ended like this" Fabien starts sobbing.
“It could have been any of us. That dark fire would have charred anyone on its way" Vincent says, feeling sad, still laying a hand on his shoulder.
Fabien’s face is still gloomy. “Perhaps we should head back to the academy?" he asks, clueless.
“I don’t think so, the trip is too long and the influence of this amulet will surely begin to corrupt us before we get back. The Shrine of Creation is closer, and we can use the altar to channel our magic." Vincent says, feeling shivers.
“Great idea! But will I be strong enough for that?" Fabien shrugs his shoulders.
“You did great today, Fabien, despite us being overrun by this lunatic. Let’s give our goodbyes to Milton and depart. We don’t have time to waste." Vincent says, setting their way to cleanse this amulet before having it corrupting him too.