Mages of the Isle Part I: The 14 stones of Eldire
Chapter 1:
Peter must have been the most unhappy adolescent on his island. He had just turned 16, and was old enough for his secondary magic lisence, but his parents just wouldn't allow it. They were strict that way. How long would he have to wait to do his first FIRE spell to light a campfire. When would he be able to cast WIND so he could really fly to magic school instead of using his enchanted wind boots, which were constantly running out of charge, being 10 years outdated. Would he ever be able to get rid of those countless potions that were required by any mage who couldn't use secondary magic. Half of them were totally useless, like his vial of SPOTS which caused spots to appear on any object the caster named. How could he become a great wizard with so many restrictions and rules?
But what could he do? No magic school would teach him without parental permission, and there was no spell for forgery, for obvious reasons. There was nothing he could do, but live on being miserable. And that's exactly what he did, until one day.
"Peter, Peter! I finally got my liscence! It took me three tries, but I did it!"
Peter looked behind him to see his friend Camell running towards him with a magic card waving in his hand.
"Wow, that's great, tell it to someone who cares." Peter replied
"Thanks for the support. You're still mad about your parents not letting you get a liscence yet, huh?" Camell replied, while staring at his card like it was his greatest accomplishment (which it was).
Peter glanced back, his silvery blue hair rippling in a sudden gust of wind."No, you think?"
"Hey there's Skyth, and yes, I do think" Camell said while looking over his shoulder at an aproaching figure. The figure was Skyth, Peter's best friend, he had possesed his magic liscence for a few months now, and was coming towards them in a gust of torrential wind. He was still getting the hang of it.
"AAHH!" Skyth yelled as he flew body first into a fur tree. He fell flat on the ground, taking a piece of fur tree pelt with him.
"Do you mind?" the tree became a person, Jarod, one of the best third level mages on the isle. Even though he was only 16, he had apprentice third level training, since his dad was a trainer. Second level only provided simple black magic, which could do little harm to others, and first level only permitted healing magic and extremely simple black magic, like water spout and smoke imaging and control. But third level was totally different. You could transform yourself into anything serene, like a tree or a mouse, and it even allowed you to peform next level versions of FIRE, WIND, ICE, CRUMBLE, and even a low level POISON.
"Couldn't you go show off your skills somewhere else?" Camell murmured.
"If I wanted to show off, I'd become a patch of grass that displayed "I'm the best" in multiple colours" Jarod answered.
"Looks like it's getting late, the sun's pretty low. You'd think with all the magic that exists, they could make something that tells the time of day." Peter said while walking away.
Dream on, like that would ever happen." Skyth proclaimed."Something that tells the time, it's impossible."
"Well, See ya!" Peter shouted from a few feet away.
"Bye" the others said.
"Hey, Skyth, I'll have you a duel" Camell asked
"You know that my axe always beats your measly spear." Skyth replied
"Yah, but I'm feeling lucky. Are you feeling lucky, punk?"
"That's the stupidest saying I've ever heard, I've got a better one. Yippee Kiyay, Bring it on some time today! Hiyaa!"
The last thing Peter heard was the clanging of weapons before the knife was at his throat.
Chapter 1:
Peter must have been the most unhappy adolescent on his island. He had just turned 16, and was old enough for his secondary magic lisence, but his parents just wouldn't allow it. They were strict that way. How long would he have to wait to do his first FIRE spell to light a campfire. When would he be able to cast WIND so he could really fly to magic school instead of using his enchanted wind boots, which were constantly running out of charge, being 10 years outdated. Would he ever be able to get rid of those countless potions that were required by any mage who couldn't use secondary magic. Half of them were totally useless, like his vial of SPOTS which caused spots to appear on any object the caster named. How could he become a great wizard with so many restrictions and rules?
But what could he do? No magic school would teach him without parental permission, and there was no spell for forgery, for obvious reasons. There was nothing he could do, but live on being miserable. And that's exactly what he did, until one day.
"Peter, Peter! I finally got my liscence! It took me three tries, but I did it!"
Peter looked behind him to see his friend Camell running towards him with a magic card waving in his hand.
"Wow, that's great, tell it to someone who cares." Peter replied
"Thanks for the support. You're still mad about your parents not letting you get a liscence yet, huh?" Camell replied, while staring at his card like it was his greatest accomplishment (which it was).
Peter glanced back, his silvery blue hair rippling in a sudden gust of wind."No, you think?"
"Hey there's Skyth, and yes, I do think" Camell said while looking over his shoulder at an aproaching figure. The figure was Skyth, Peter's best friend, he had possesed his magic liscence for a few months now, and was coming towards them in a gust of torrential wind. He was still getting the hang of it.
"AAHH!" Skyth yelled as he flew body first into a fur tree. He fell flat on the ground, taking a piece of fur tree pelt with him.
"Do you mind?" the tree became a person, Jarod, one of the best third level mages on the isle. Even though he was only 16, he had apprentice third level training, since his dad was a trainer. Second level only provided simple black magic, which could do little harm to others, and first level only permitted healing magic and extremely simple black magic, like water spout and smoke imaging and control. But third level was totally different. You could transform yourself into anything serene, like a tree or a mouse, and it even allowed you to peform next level versions of FIRE, WIND, ICE, CRUMBLE, and even a low level POISON.
"Couldn't you go show off your skills somewhere else?" Camell murmured.
"If I wanted to show off, I'd become a patch of grass that displayed "I'm the best" in multiple colours" Jarod answered.
"Looks like it's getting late, the sun's pretty low. You'd think with all the magic that exists, they could make something that tells the time of day." Peter said while walking away.
Dream on, like that would ever happen." Skyth proclaimed."Something that tells the time, it's impossible."
"Well, See ya!" Peter shouted from a few feet away.
"Bye" the others said.
"Hey, Skyth, I'll have you a duel" Camell asked
"You know that my axe always beats your measly spear." Skyth replied
"Yah, but I'm feeling lucky. Are you feeling lucky, punk?"
"That's the stupidest saying I've ever heard, I've got a better one. Yippee Kiyay, Bring it on some time today! Hiyaa!"
The last thing Peter heard was the clanging of weapons before the knife was at his throat.