"HIS SUCCESSOR"

Byron

"It's over" I finally say to myself. I avenge myself and my parents by turning her into ashes. A tear flow from my eye and remember those loving times with my aunt. Even if she fooled me and she killed my parents, I still miss her.

After the ashes fly away and the fog is cleared out, I see the Sword of Darkness was thrust to the ground and her broken armor on the ground. I study the sword carefully; its aura is still flowing and there was no damage on it. "What happens if I take this?"

I slowly clutch my hand on its grip and lift it. "It's quite heavy." The height is as long as my leg and its width is as thick as my two arms combined. I point the sword upwards and I enter a violet aura pillar that blasts out from the sky. "This sword is indeed powerful." I hear an echoing voice in the pillar saying "The Sword of Darkness is now passed to you, young necromancer! Wield it for the glory of our race, magicians and mankind!"

The pillar return itself back to the sky and I feel more power within me. Violet aura glows more than I what I expected to see as The Dark Leone. The sword appears to be seems lighter than a while ago. "So this is the power of the Sword of Darkness." Using my mind, I disappear it, keeping it inside of me and the aura disappears as well.

Suddenly I remember someone, "The Lightning Wizard! I almost forgot about him!" I run back to the injured Lightning Wizard, who is coughing so loudly and crying in pain. I fall to my knees beside him. "Are you alright?"

"D-do I look like I am alright?" he asks and coughs again. "Took her down?"

I nod and smile. "I did."

He happily relieves "Finally, my mission is over….Thank you, Byron…" His hand falls to the ground.

I know he's going to die but it isn't his time to go. I have a lot of questions at the back of my head and I really like to ask it to him. "Lightning Wizard? Lightning Wizard?!"

"Don't shout s-so loud." He says "I'm not going to die now."

I relieve "Good thing I won't lose someone." I thought it would be all over for the Lightning Wizard to die. Like in other novels and movies, masters die in the end and their apprentices will be their successor.

"A-re you g-going to just s-sit there and turn i-into a w-weasel and leave me here?" he says sarcastically.

"Oh—uh" I carry him into my arms "Where do you live."

"Not far." He points his finger to down the Duvenele Village. "I- I don't live here in t-the Du-Duvenele Castle. The w-wizards and witches h-here believe t-that it should be r-respected."

A few minutes later, I enter an unexpected small log cabin to be his home. I enter it and carefully lay him there. I light the torches in the rooms to look and search for things I need to heal his wounds and scratches. I grab towel hanging on the chair and a basin of water in the kitchen. I press the wounds and scratches of his pounds on his arms and legs.

I look at a small grandfather clock in his room. "It's 4:30 am." I ask him "Your clock's working right?"

"Y-yes." He says. "It's n-not running on b-batteries."

"Oh, I see. I am going back to the City now," I say as I head out to the door, "but don't worry, I'll call someone outside to aid you."

I almost exit out the door when… "W-Wait don't go!" he shouts. "I m-must t-tell you s-something!"

I stop "I hope I can make it back before I turn back to a weasel." I head back to his room and sit on a chair nearby his bed.

He begins "For years, I protect this village from the New Order and save more than five hundred magicians from their wrath and evacuated them here. Right now, I can't do those anymore. I am not young as I am now. I grow old and die like anybody else, that's why I can't fend off the Leone, who stays young and immortal. I am going to retire; my duty days are over."

"That's why you wanted me to become your…" I predict and cut off.

"Yes. I want you to be my successor. You are the new Lightning Wizard."