Age of Magicka
Cyrus and his guide slogged through the mud, their boots heavy with muck and water. They had been walking for days and Cyrus tried to look at a waterlogged map. "Look Lizzy, where the hell are we? We've gone for miles and still aren't closer to finding the temple." His eyes darted around trying to find any amount of dry land. "Look there's a small island over there. We can rest there for the night." Lizzy, nodded and walked toward it. "Do you want me to start a fire?"
"Could you?" She smiled softly at Cyrus. "My hands are so cold from the mud, I'll set up the tent though." He nods and tosses his bag at her.
"Fair warning the tent is all the way at the bottom." He grinned. "The bag may look small but its enchanted to be much, much bigger." Lizzy put her hand inside and then her arm followed, and her eyes grew wide, to which Cyrus could only laugh at. "I told you didn't I?" He shook his head as his hands began to move in an incantation. Within seconds a small flame arose from the ground that then transformed into a pleasantly sized fire.
"You... you know magic!" Her eyes were the size of saucers as she finally pulled out the tent. "I've never met a mage before."
"Well mage in training." Cyrus blushed softly, sitting down to help her, just after he quickly took off his boots. "I attend the college in Westruun to learn how to be a mage. But sadly..." He started playing with the pole. "I don't think I'm very good."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, I'm a bookworm and that's not how you want to be able to do magic. Magic needs to come from the heart, not the brain. If you have to think about the spell you want to cast, then its not worth casting it."
"Well that fire is warm, which means you did good right?" Lizzy pulled off her boots and rubbed her hands, desperate to warm them.
"Hearth and Home magic as we call it is easy." He smiled at the compliment, pulling some rations from the bag. "That type of magic can be done by almost anyone who has magical abilities. War magic is much harder." Suddenly he rushes to his bag and grabs a piece of parchment and a quill, then proceeds to draw a semicircle and a line below it. "You see, we live on this line, this is the mortal plane. This semicircle here is called the arcanosphere, from which we draw our magic." Suddenly he draws a second circle on the other side of the line. "Currently we can only draw from the first semicircle because of an ancient spell that was cast near here." He spreads his arms and points at everything around them. "It is what created all this. You see there was once a war..." As he talks something happens in the fire, figures emerging from it, fighting with one another. Sparks of lightning are thrown by some into others destroying them. Then several come together and begin chanting in a circle until a single beam of green energy launched from the flames and into the sky. "This spell split the arcanosphere, and the spellcasters that drew from the other side were wiped from existence, their magic foul and evil." He sighed and the fire simmered down to its original flames. "At least this is what they tell us at the college. They say that the magic used to be balanced, that positive magic, the only kind we now have, once had a counterpart in the negative magic that was wiped from existence. Our magic is used to heal, used to help, and they say that negative magic was used to hurt." He sighed and rubbed his eyes before lying down. "We should get some rest, we still have far to travel."
Lizzy nodded and lied down, facing outward into the bogs of the Feywild and for the first time in her short life she felt fear. She was scared that she would be discovered, for the college had lied to Cyrus. The spell hadn't wiped out the users of the negative magic, only made them easier to find. Only those who abstained from using it drew no attention, those like her own family.
"Well, I'm a bookworm and that's not how you want to be able to do magic. Magic needs to come from the heart, not the brain. If you have to think about the spell you want to cast, then its not worth casting it."
"Well that fire is warm, which means you did good right?" Lizzy pulled off her boots and rubbed her hands, desperate to warm them.
"Hearth and Home magic as we call it is easy." He smiled at the compliment, pulling some rations from the bag. "That type of magic can be done by almost anyone who has magical abilities. War magic is much harder." Suddenly he rushes to his bag and grabs a piece of parchment and a quill, then proceeds to draw a semicircle and a line below it. "You see, we live on this line, this is the mortal plane. This semicircle here is called the arcanosphere, from which we draw our magic." Suddenly he draws a second circle on the other side of the line. "Currently we can only draw from the first semicircle because of an ancient spell that was cast near here." He spreads his arms and points at everything around them. "It is what created all this. You see there was once a war..." As he talks something happens in the fire, figures emerging from it, fighting with one another. Sparks of lightning are thrown by some into others destroying them. Then several come together and begin chanting in a circle until a single beam of green energy launched from the flames and into the sky. "This spell split the arcanosphere, and the spellcasters that drew from the other side were wiped from existence, their magic foul and evil." He sighed and the fire simmered down to its original flames. "At least this is what they tell us at the college. They say that the magic used to be balanced, that positive magic, the only kind we now have, once had a counterpart in the negative magic that was wiped from existence. Our magic is used to heal, used to help, and they say that negative magic was used to hurt." He sighed and rubbed his eyes before lying down. "We should get some rest, we still have far to travel."
Lizzy nodded and lied down, facing outward into the bogs of the Feywild and for the first time in her short life she felt fear. She was scared that she would be discovered, for the college had lied to Cyrus. The spell hadn't wiped out the users of the negative magic, only made them easier to find. Only those who abstained from using it drew no attention, those like her own family.
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