The Battle Wizard Prologue:
The Injury
On a hilltop near the border between Ilia and Sacae, stood the Battle Wizard. He was hired as a mercenary to take care of bandits that were coming in from Sacae. He and he alone. Some were surprised when they heard that he was only 18 years old, his skill with the sword, bow, and lance were godlike, and his dark magic, light magic, and anima magic skills were also quite impressive. And he had learned all of that by the time he was 15. He was definitely a prodigy.
Mark had stood there since dusk and now the sun had just come out, giving the Ilian snow an eerie bluish look. Finally, he heard crunchy footsteps approach the pass. Hiding behind a giant bolder, up the rocky hilltop, he looked down to see more than 100 bandits marching across the pass.
When the bandits finally made it to the end of the pass, an explosion was heard. Long before, Mark had planted about three sections of mines, all having five mines each. As he expected, after the explosion, the rest of the bandits rushed forward towards the explosion to meet the enemy, where they met another section of mines….. then another. As the bandits started to move back, Mark rolled several boulders off the hill squashing another 10 or so of them. Just like that, the Battle Wizard had eliminated about 20 of them, not counting the 10 injured. Then he jumped off the hillside and cut off the bandit's escape route. The bandits thinking there was no threat, turned to face him expecting to see many more men.
"Hey, where are the others, and who are you to get in our way!" the leader shouted.
"First of all, there are no others, and second, for your information, I am the Battle Wizard." Mark replied while slowly taking out a long huge blade and an Aura tome. He had never used Aura before and thought this would be good practice. The blade on the other hand was a shiny, gray, double-sided, and seemed to reflect the blue snow perfectly. It also seemed to somehow match Mark's long, raven black hair, his dark, brown eyes, and his green cloak around his blue pants and jacket.
"What? The Battle Wizard…" The bandit exclaimed. 'I heard he defeated 2000 Etrurian rebels in five consecutive battles with but one battalion of 500.'
"Yep, now… enough talk, let's fight!" Mark used his Aura tome and created a gigantic explosion in the middle of the bandit horde. The bandits charged him only to have another light filled explosion take out 5 of the at once. Those that did get to him were being badly cut down by the Gray Blade. They couldn't even touch him. When a good twenty managed to get away and about five of them were lying injured on the snow.
"Enough, get out of here and don't come back." He told the remaining ones. However, as he turned his back, two of them ambushed him. Mark was able to dodge the blow and slice them with his blade, but unfortunately, another bandit shot an arrow at him, injuring his ribs while another barely managed to hit him with a hand axe. Mark killed all of them with a blast from his Aura tome.
"Ergh, this is a pretty big wound, must get help…"
Mark headed south towards Sacae to get help, after about three hours, he collapsed under the grassy plains of Sacae.
Author's Note: The first chapter of my first fanfic! Enjoy!