This is the first fanfic of The Silver Mage.
Enjoy.
The young man, dressed in armor with the symbol of a blue dragon, crouched outside of the tavern.
He looked over the mountains.
He could see the clouds in the fading light race across the sky, and a sparrow flying with them.
He had unusual eyesight, and he used it well.
He called to the sparrow, and the sparrow listened
It dove towards him, and glided onto his shoulder.
He spoke to it, and it listened again.
It flew, and with it news the man had told him to take to his master.
His master….
His master was the Hand of Magic, who lived northward.
The young man looked towards the tavern, with the emissaries of the Lich King
They were used, that he knew.
But they still had to die.
He cast a spell, and the spell enveloped the tavern, and destroyed it.
He looked towards the mountain again, and then he started changing.
Magic flew around him, and then coursed into him.
It changed his limbs to its true nature.
Later, in the smoke of the destroyed tavern, a blue dragon flew.