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This story was inspired by a MtG book I once read. Hope you like! R&R
please.
Chapter 1 Haral Janilan walked in his family's grand hall, the Hall of Midiganidiga. He glanced at the Great Obelisk of Undoing and ran his hand over the Great Mox Necklace, a conduit of mana. He ducked as his brother, Nasil Janilan, hurled a fireball at Haral, who countered the spell with a simple grade-1 counterspell that every mage learned at grade 1 of magical school as the first lesson. The fireball fizzed and went out.
"What was that for!" Haral demanded, as he drew red mana and threw a lightning bolt at Nasil.
Nasil didn't answer but instead countered the spell and hurled another fireball. Haral cursed and teleported to the Janilan arena, where he was undisputed master of fighting. Nasil teleported after him.
Haral stood in the stands, waiting for the hint of the blue mana that signaled Nasil's approach. He drew deeply on red and white mana and formed the staple spell of red-and-white wielding kai'tain battlemages of the plateaus of Kata-nien. He felt the residue of blue mana and waited until he saw the blue outline of Nasil. He let fly with the pure white searing light. Nasil yelled and formed a circle of protection. The pure light, balisor, slammed against the circle and completely enveloped Nasil. Then he appeared again, and was wearing a smug face.
Haral drew more of the white and red mana and formed another bolt of balisor. Haral knew from fighting arts that a circle of protection took more to maintain than a steady bolt of balisor. He let fly with the pure white liquefied light.
Evidently Nasil had listened more in fighting arts than Haral thought. He grasped black mana and cast a corrupting flesh spell, while Haral gathered strength for a devastating Detonation spell. Suddenly, the sound of clapping could be heard.
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Chapter 1 Haral Janilan walked in his family's grand hall, the Hall of Midiganidiga. He glanced at the Great Obelisk of Undoing and ran his hand over the Great Mox Necklace, a conduit of mana. He ducked as his brother, Nasil Janilan, hurled a fireball at Haral, who countered the spell with a simple grade-1 counterspell that every mage learned at grade 1 of magical school as the first lesson. The fireball fizzed and went out.
"What was that for!" Haral demanded, as he drew red mana and threw a lightning bolt at Nasil.
Nasil didn't answer but instead countered the spell and hurled another fireball. Haral cursed and teleported to the Janilan arena, where he was undisputed master of fighting. Nasil teleported after him.
Haral stood in the stands, waiting for the hint of the blue mana that signaled Nasil's approach. He drew deeply on red and white mana and formed the staple spell of red-and-white wielding kai'tain battlemages of the plateaus of Kata-nien. He felt the residue of blue mana and waited until he saw the blue outline of Nasil. He let fly with the pure white searing light. Nasil yelled and formed a circle of protection. The pure light, balisor, slammed against the circle and completely enveloped Nasil. Then he appeared again, and was wearing a smug face.
Haral drew more of the white and red mana and formed another bolt of balisor. Haral knew from fighting arts that a circle of protection took more to maintain than a steady bolt of balisor. He let fly with the pure white liquefied light.
Evidently Nasil had listened more in fighting arts than Haral thought. He grasped black mana and cast a corrupting flesh spell, while Haral gathered strength for a devastating Detonation spell. Suddenly, the sound of clapping could be heard.
Author's note: PLEEASE REVIEW! COOKIES FOR REVIEWERS!!!