Novel & Cerita 21st Century Archmage

24 YEARS LATER. Gwenn Pov “I want to run a sword through you so badly that the feeling is visceral. After all these years together I cannot believe you still are a bigoted two timing jerk.” I yelled as I stormed into the throne room, Arius behind me. “I am Yama, I cannot be seen as the fool being controlled by the Alal. It would undermine my ruling…” Arius tried explaining but he just made me even more furious than usual. “Your ruling… I am right and the whole kingdom is aware of that, the forgotten world should not be explored.”

The numbers of Mage were quite short actually, probably almost to the point of useless even, but 10 Grand Wizard is sufficient enough also, as a Grand Magus of Tier 6, the old man is quite good actually. He’s a living legend so to said, famous a few hundred years back for participating in a lot of wars. But this sight from Institute of Artemesia is understandable, after all, they were not actually a country, but rather just a large private school that has it’s own land, most of the time they were neutral. But everyone can see that the time has changed, eventually they have to picked a side, since then they have chosen to side with the First World Alliance, hence they have to keep their parts

Ari stood at the threshold of the ridge, watching the spirals take shape. A young emissary from the Hollowreach circles came to her side. He looked no older than twenty, glyph-ink still fresh along the inside of his left forearm. “She’s changing it,” he said softly. “Or it’s changing her.” Ari didn’t respond at first. Then, with an edge of quiet pain, she said: “We thought power was a flame. She’s showing us it’s a mirror.” “Should we stop her?” “You can’t stop a mirror,” Ari said. “Only decide whether to look into it.”

They all gave me an uneasy feeling. But the first entry on the second page looked more promising—given that my standards for “promising” had gone way down by now. The title, in a garish purple script, read “Hawthorne and Armitage Magical Services,” and they apparently had a warlock and a shaman working together to “provide any magic you can think of, and a lot you probably can’t.” They had a list, including Wards & Protection, Healing, Fairy Puke Cleaning Solutions (that one made me pause and shake my head, despite how freaked out I was), and Eliminating/Creating Zombies. Under the heading “Our Terms of Service have changed!” it read: “All fees collected up front. My freaky brother-in-law (t

Archer Pov: I got back to the Mansion and met the elders sitting on the sofa, waiting patiently for me. Immediately they saw me, they all greeted me and I responded, I sat down with Elder Fridolf. “What are you doing here now?” I asked, gazing at him. “Archer, have you forgotten you became a leader? As a leader there are many things you need to take notice of, you are the strongest among everyone in this pack so you need to train those that will go for the war” Elder Adalwolf said.

I felt a gentle pulse of magic brush against my skin. “Fascinating,” the archmage murmured. “Your soul is too strong for this vessel. It is like trying to pour an ocean into a cup. The world resists it, yet you remain stable. How?” “I refuse to break,” I said simply. Valerian chuckled. “Pride like that is dangerous. But useful.” Magnus crossed his arms. “Can you help him control it?” “I can try,” Valerian replied. “We will start with simple exercises. Learning to balance the flow. If we do not, the instability may grow. It could affect the palace itself one day.”

My stomach clenched at the words. “Not even another dragon?” I asked. Elder Felix shook her head. “The Pearl was one after several centuries. It was when Mages were worshipped. However, as I mentioned earlier while hiding the Pearl, a Mage was there.” We nodded. I started to say that we have made a council of Mages and another strong mage has joined recently but the older woman beat me to it.

It is a noble chaos with a more civilized manner, in accordance to how people of high standards act. "We cannot afford to waste time on fanciful strategies! The dark magic is spreading faster than our armies can march." A High ranking General of Enchantia spoke with impatience as he stood up from his seat. "We must strike directly at the heart of the enemy, with all our might!" "And what then? Throw our forces into the abyss without knowing what truly awaits us?" An elf priest opposed. "Your haste will lead us to ruin. We must seek the counsel of the ancient spirits—only they can guide us through the dark."

> here it is… the question I have been avoiding for a very long time… I still don’t know how to tell them…I bet he already knows…after all this old man is none other than the captain of the frost knights and the archmage of winter…I bet he already felt my mana even though I sealed it with a glyph… Let’s act dumb for the time being…

Maybe they are, maybe not. I shut my eyes and listened to the whispering of the winds. “Can you find where they have kept Diana?” Alpha Urza asked. “The basement,” Archer and I said at the same time. Archer was a copy wizard. A rare kind of wizard who could copy all kinds of wizards. In simple words, using the right wand and magical tool, Archer could easily control and extract mana from any element. He could be a light bender or a Darkian, depending on the wand and tools he used.