(On the night of the Mages' Massacre)Alastair groaned as the strain of the magic he was channeling began to exert its effect on him.He fell to his knees, hands grabbing his head like doing that would make it all better. His dragon roared in the sky as it flew around, lighting up the night with a stream of fire that it shot at the clouds.Jaghryx, his dragon, flew down towards the Elderien's keep, the home of the mages that live in Elderien. As the beast approached, the mages shuffling through the grounds of the keep began to dash into various houses they could find. Then Jaghryx opened his mouth and Alastair watched in horror as his dragon shot a stream of fire at the unlucky mages who could not get to safety on time. "Keep your shields up! Do not let the fire through!" The head Mage barked at the others who still stood their ground, magical shields raised to block the flames, but others were not so lucky.The air was filled with the smell of burning flesh as mages screamed. Their

Bells. The cathedral rang it's large bells which could be heard all across the capital. It was time for the priests to make prayers to the gods, and all were expected to be inside their houses.All through the day, Alastair had searched for the mysterious girl that had evoked the dark magic he'd tried so hard to contain. He was not especially having much luck in finding her. Alastair walked from one region of the capital to the other and wondered if he was doing the right thing. There was a pretty big chance the pickpocket had already left the capital, but nevertheless, he kept trying. Along the way, he was tempted to use a tracking spell. Things were so much easier when he still practiced his magic. He would have been able to find her in a much shorter time. All mundanes left a somewhat magical trail behind where ever they went. Mages picked up those trails and use them to track people.Alastair stopped in front of the cathedral, stretched forth his hands, and opened them. He gazed

The sorcerer stood outside the large space just anterior to Alastair's house and he watched as the Vines crept up the walls of his house. Then, as the largest branch of the creeping vines wrapped around the door and pulled it away, Cara screamed again, clinging closer to Alastair that time. Outside, he could see a sorcerer standing, hands stretched sideways with drops of blood hitting the ground at intervals. Alastair had an idea of what to do, so he grabbed Cara's hand tightly."We will leave this place now. Get ready." He said to her and she nodded. Not that she really understood what he was talking about, but for the sake of that very moment, she just did what her mind told her to do.Alastair sighed and in one swift movement, attempted to dash out of the house, holding Cara's hand. But the sorcerer standing outside his house suddenly controlled a swarm of large, climbing vines at them. The swarm quickly United into a large mass and hurled at them, but Alastair formed a large sh

Neither of them spoke about what happened.As Alastair Led the way through the thick forest with Cara walking absentmindedly behind him, he wanted to bring up the conversation about the tremendous amount of power she had displayed earlier. He wanted to read her mind, to see what was going on there but that felt like a violation of her privacy. He couldn't do that.They could have taken a horse, infact, Alastair had found one which belonged to a man named Osmond but he had insisted Alastair paid fifty gold pieces for it. It was a bloody rip-off but old Osmond was considering how desperate they looked and how late at night it was.But Alastair refused to purchase the horse. They decided to walk instead. Besides, the gods were wise for creating mankind with a pair of legs.So as they kept on walking, Alastair comforted himself with the chatter of the owls that filled the air. He'd always sort of loved the creatures, although most people found them extremely creepy.Alastair took another p

The sun rose up in all its glory as Alastair and Cara descended down the hill that led to the Elderien's keep. Like she always maintained, she was silent throughout the rest of the walk. But that time, Alastair did not want to bring up the issue that she just returned from the dead. She had something powerful within her and perhaps not pushing her was the right thing to do at that moment. They continued to descend further and took the little path which cut through a little bush-path. As it was early in the morning, no one was seen along the way. The walk continued in silence until Cara suddenly decided to break the silence."I died, did I not?" She started, Alastair looking at her she spoke."When I fell from the cliff, I died, right?" She asked again."Yes. You did. You do not remember?" Alastair asked her. A fly suddenly buzzed across her face and she smacked it with her palm. The buzzing always irritated her and she found bees even worse."I remember falling. I remember feeling li