I try to back away slowly, hoping it hasn’t yet noticed me.But as per my usual clumsy self, I end up tripping over my own feet.
“Crap!” I think, beginning to beat myself up a little.
With a snarl from its lion head and a hiss from its tail, it leaps through the air towards me. I never thought a creature composed of such parts would be graceful but wow, with the
Xander“Wow” I think. “Where the heck was this woman earlier?”Her ebony hair has managed to work its way out of her now loose bun and curly tendrils now fall prettily, framing her pale, oval face. I cannot help but to find her intriguing. Although she began as a task set forth for me by my father, I am beginning to see her as more than that. But I cannot grow too attached. I must do what is right for the kingdom.“We should head north.” I say breaking the silence. “Most towns and cities here are to the north of forests like these. The Chimera generally enjoy being away from the deserts and mountains to the east and west which means we are most likely in the southern quadrant of this realm.“How do you even know that?”
A short time later I hear footsteps approaching over the rocky ground. Looking up I see Xander heading back towards me, his arms laden with sticks. I rise to my feet and take some off his hands.“Thanks,” he says.“All good”“I figure we should light the fire at the entrance to the cave and sit a little further back but not too far. That way if anything comes out of the forest it will either be afraid of the light or we will at least see it before it can attack us.”“Sounds like a plan.” I say bleakly.I watch him place the sticks around in order to build the fire, before he reaches into the pack and pulls out what I had assumed was a rock. With a muttered word he places it so i
Types of Mage:Builders: Can build anything from available materials in the near vicinity.Elementals: Have mastery over at least one of the five main elements. i.e. Earth, Air, Fire, Water or Spirit.Jumpers: Can jump (Teleport) both people and objects within a single realm.Enchanters: Cannot work on their own and must work in tandem with another mage. Can enchant objects with a specific purpose relating to the other mages ability.Leapers: Can leap (travel) between realms.Seers: Can see the many paths of the future.Uncom
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The small young woman sneaks carefully up the front steps of an old, ivy covered cottage. Her hooded cloak moves gently, unsettled by her movements a mouse jumps out from beneath the falling apart porch and skitters across her feet. She jumps in surprise, a small gasp escaping her perfect red lips. She seems tense as she glances around. her nerves get the better of her and she double checks for any prying eyes hiding in the shadows. Before her courage deserts her, her hand darts out from beneath the folds of her cloak, pausing briefly before knocking on the wooden door."Now, now. There is no need to sneak around like that. I know the reasoning behind your visit to me this evening." a voice croaks out from within. The front door slowly opens, as if propelled by some unseen force, to reveal a desolate, murky interior with very little furnishings.
One year previous to the main story.~Xander~"Xander!" the king's voice booms, calling for his only son. "Get in here"I rush to do my fathers bidding. As I walk through the door into the council's war chambers, I notice more faces than I was prepared for greeting me. All of the heads of the guild are present too."It must be serious" I think. "Otherwise it would just be father and I""Xander" my father speaks, breaking my train of thought. "I fear the kingdom is in grave danger. Our spies within the Demon Lords ranks have reported that he is now setting his sights on Everaya. The Seers guild has just informed me that now is the time to seek. I have tasked
~Xander Cont.~Heading up to my chambers within the palace was slightly more difficult than I had expected. Firstly I had to dodge my mother and her seemingly endless squad of unwed noblewomen who just happen to be close to my age and secondly avoiding my father as I believe he expects me to already be well on my way. As I step into my room I close the door behind me and drop my purchases to the ground. I slowly pull out the pendant and stare at it. The craftsmanship is amazing and the gold gleams in the candlelight, not a tarnish in sight, the ruby softly gleams as if enticing me to touch it. Placing it down upon my desk, I hurry to pack my supplies."I must leave soon. I cannot risk disappointing my father. The kingdom needs me."Hoisting my pack onto my back, I take a deep breath and grasp the penda
Chapter One - Sylvie Slam! The door to the café bursts open. The cold winter breeze whips through the small shop, rustling the loose strands of my ebony hair. Momentarily distracted, I barely notice the hard wall of a body until it is too late. Crash! The sound of several ceramic mugs shattering against the unforgiving concrete floor jolts me back into awareness. As if making a huge mess wasn't bad enough, the sound echoed throughout the room and now several, if not all, eyes in the café have been drawn to me. As the spilt coffee slowly spreads across the floor, so too does the hot, red flush of embarrassment across my cheeks. "Wow," I think "Today can't get much worse than this." A shiver runs down my spine and a sense of foreboding fills me. I crouch