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WIZARD WAR.
Al raised his hands.
As done many times before.
He opened his mouth.
His lounges filled.
His mind sharpened.
And his mouth, uttered another one of his incantations, which only could bring…
Death.
BAM!
A gigantic fireball was thrust from the magician’s hands, and flew through the air, with a high pitched noise. It was heading right north, directed at the gigantic city of Farthrige. The gigantic fireball hit a tall tower, and the stone blocks which it had been built with, fell down to the ground, causing massive destruction. His dark blue robes were blown back by the force of the fire bolt’s speed and power.
Al smirked, his brown eyes gleaming with pride. He’d climbed through the ranks, from being a boy trapped in a tower to learn dangerous magic, and now, a man, which let out bolts of fire and ice, upon the minor cities and countries, which all had fallen to Celestina.
Farthrige had been the sole enemy of the Noble land of Celestina, for three hundred years. Farthrige was not only the name of a city, and not only for a country, but also for a dark wizard, which practised the most dangerous sort of magic.
Dark magic.
It had long been known, that in the tallest towers in Farthrige, peasants had been brought to the dark magician, and been transformed to weapons of might. They’re wills had been slaughtered, and they’re feelings murdered.
The next day, Al walked out on the fields, and looked over at Farthrige.
Al looked at the remains of the tower, laughing. He’d rained down destruction on many cities, but this one, this one was special. Celestina’s troops were all gathered, and everybody, from the smallest recruit to the greatest general, was ready to take down Farthrige, and win the three century old feud.
Somehow, Al had become a murdering machine, which had only been brought up to rain powerful magic upon Celestina’s enemies. He was nothing but a tool, and he knew it. But, he was a dangerous tool, which could free itself at any time possible.
Al tilted his head to the right, as he brought forth some of the knowledge he’d gotten in his long stay in the Celestina library of hidden magic. He’d found a thin book, with faded golden letters on its back. With a cover that was the same colour as blood. And in it, there was secrets which should never had been written in a book. Secrets, that mankind would have been best without.
And those secrets were the information, about the hidden remains of the wizard’s war. Three relics which had godlike powers, and in the right hands, mankind was doomed. The mighty ring of intellect, the fiery staff of might, and the crown of kings. And when the relics were put together, a magnificent power would be set loose.
Al went over his plan once again. He knew that the old fart of a wizard Farthrige had one of the relics. And Al knew as soon as you have one of the relics, the easier it is to gain access to the other ones. Al smiled. Only the beginning of his plan had started, and now, the main part, the most important part was to be played out. The outcome, would determine how the next generations lived.
Al raised his hands; the city of Farthrige would have some cold day ahead of them. An icy mist was gathering between his hands, and in it, small shards of ice formed themselves out of thin air, and Al let out an incantation, slowly mumbling every word carefully.
The mist between his hands grew, and now it surrounded Al. He felt the cold shards bruising against his skin, and the cold air softly playing with his shoulder long, nutty brown hair. He’d grown, the past year since he moved out of the library. He’d gotten more exercise, and his muscles had grown. The features of his face had changed, from his childish looks, to getting more angled cheekbones, his nose had grown, and his shoulders broadened. He was more of a man now.
Al stopped mumbling incantations, and let free the mist, sending it to Farthrige. He turned his heel, chuckling lightly. Knowing one of the relics soon would be in his hands, he returned to the camp where the troops were staying.
The tent was warm, and filled with smoke. Al sighed.
~ I’m sick of staying in the front line… All I do is to send different diseases and weather, to tire out Farthrige’ soldiers and troops… All of this could be over, if the general wasn’t so selfish to see that they’re own training programs had worked, then this war would be over, and I could already just get that relic! ~
His thoughts raged around in his mind, he was getting sick and tired of waiting. Al looked around the red tent. A fire was lit in the middle, and the smoke was mostly leaving the tent by the hole in the top. It was his private tent, and he lived in luxury. He was someone that Celestina pleased to have on their side, and they would do anything to keep him.
A thought hit him one of the more rebellious thoughts. Plans started to work out themselves in his head, and he fell to the conclusion that one of the relics would soon be in his hands.
The war had started, and both Farthrige and Celestina were sending all of their troops at each other. Al had been studying, and he was ready for his little scam.
He’d stopped aiding Celestina in their battle, but even without his help, they were slowly gaining victory. The troops of Farthrige were tired. Most of them were sick, after Al’s bombardments, and they were easily defeated by Celestina. The days went, and the Farthrige troops retreated more and more, until they were standing inside their own city. Farthrige was surrounded, and catapults were slowly taking down the tall city walls.
Lying on the soft bed, with a light blanket and a delightfully fluffy pillow, Al woke up from a deep slumber. His backpack was packed with food and drink, and his finest robes were lying ready on a chair. They were scarlet red, and made out of the finest cloth that money could buy. Al got up from his bed, yawned and stretched out his limbs after a good nights sleep. He did his morning routine, and got his robes on. This was the long, awaited day.
Finally, he would fulfil his dream, and obtain one of the legendary relics. He smirked, as he felt some nerves coming on. Al laughed coolly, and took a deep breath.
Today he was going to fulfil the dream of a lifetime, and succeed in what no other succeeded in. He was going to achieve what no other ordinary wizard had ever achieved.
Al stepped out of his tent, and walked over the plains. Slowly, he started running, and he felt the wind slowly playing with his hair. The sun shone, and there wasn’t one cloud in the whole sky. He ran, over the hills, and soon, he could see the city of Farthrige, in the distance. He stopped, and closed his eyes. Quickly, he could sense the Celestian troops which were storming Farthrige. To his surprise, he couldn’t sense any other soldier, it seemed like they’d vanished, from the earth’s surface.
Al opened his eyes, and clapped his hands together.
Slowly, he started chanting.
“ Atra ei numeni, ey reni I ju, I frea e kra, átra ei numeni, ey reni I ju ”
Al stopped the chanting, and clapped his hands a second time.
Suddenly, he disappeared from sight, with a gust of wind. The teleportation spell he’d practised so long on, had been a success, and he’s finally mastered the hard task of learning such an intricate spell.
Al landed on stone ground. He looked around, and found out his spell was a success, and that he’d been teleported right into Farthrige city.
“This spell is going to be extremely useful! “ He said to himself, as he slowly started walking up the streets. It was quiet, and as his eyes moved from place to place, he noticed that there wasn’t anybody around. His prediction on the fields up with the camp were right, Farthrige was empty. And the only things left were houses, buildings and shops.
Al looked over the houses, and in the distance, glimpsed a tall castle. He smiled, as he realized where the old wizard, Farthrige was hiding.
~Hiding in his own castle… Of course! ~ Al thought, as he closed his eyes. He had to use the teleportation spell once again, that he was sure of.
“ Atra ei numeni, ey reni I ju, I frea e kra, átra ei numeni, ey reni I ju ”
For the second time that day, Al disappeared from thin air, with no trace, what so ever.
Al opened his eyes, as he landed on hard stone ground. He was standing in front of the magnificent castle, which stood tall in front of him. It was quiet here, too. The sun was still shining, but dawn was fast approaching.
Al walked against the great wooden doors that were the entrance of the castle. He put both hands on them, and slowly pushed. The doors swung open. Al looked around, as he was waiting for some kind of trap.
Nothing happened.
