A Charter Mage Scorned...

Well, I did leave you at a bit of a cliffhanger, but hey! I am mean! MWAHAHAHA... My plans to take over the world are not yet thwarted!

This Chapter is called 'Darth Vadar'. There will be no special guest appearance, but think along the lines of; "wheeze Seth. I am your father. wheeze" que Star Wars music...

Da Da Da Duh De Da Duh De Da...

Last time, in 'A Charter Mage Scorned'...

"I am on time, if the sun does not deceive me," he replied coolly,

"I expect you to be here before me, you defiant child!" he growled, he flung his hand backwards, as if to hit him in the face, but Seth was standing three metres away, and his hand went straight through the fresh morning-air…

Chapter Two: Darth Vadar...

Seth felt the force hit his face hard, knocking him off balance, making him reposition his left foot in order to stay standing. He didn't cry out, or give any indication of pain whatsoever. He stood up straight again, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Come here," said Akunadin coldly. Seth took confident strides towards him, cursing himself that he was about 5ft 10, whereas Akunadin was full up 6ft, and could still look down on him somewhat.

Seth felt a new lease of independence. He had taken Akunadin's torture for a long time, and now, he felt something he had never felt before. He felt like his magic was going to expolde from inside him, but he felt slightly more in control. He tried his hardest, he worked nearly the whole day and many times all night, and still his teacher used magic to punish him.

He had not come close enough for Akunadin's liking, however.

"Come here." he repeated, walking around the island and towards his apprentice briskly. He raised his hand in a spell casting stance. Seth said nothing.

"You would defy…"

"My teacher?" he asked, "My tormentor?"

There was a silence, during which Seth expected Akunadin to cast a spell, but

he didn't.

Akunadin looked down on his bold apprentice cautiously. This boy had powers that even he couldn't begin to imagine. Powers that were threatening him. How should a Priest comprehend them? Could a Priest comprehend them?

"Your father." he said, after long and careful deliberation. Seth's widened in disgust;

"What?" he asked, not believing it.

"I am you father." he said again, his evil eyes enjoying Seth's reaction.

"No. No, my father is…" he stopped mid-sentence. He didn't know anything about his father. It wasn't a subject he took time to reflect upon. He had had a mother, long ago, but she had been killed, and he had been brought to the palace. He presumed

that his father was dead. It couldn't be true? Could it?

"Me."

"No."

"Yes Seth."

"NO!" he yelled, closing his eyes tightly. His magic was at odds with him again, and he struggled to control it. Akunadin came closer and Seth held up the palm of his hand, using the power of telekinesis to push him back. Just a few steps, to give him some space, that was all.

All that he had intended, that is.

It had been subtle, but the power that erupted from him was enormous. It hit Akunadin, and threw him back into the shelves of potion ingredients. Seth's eyes widened. Not looking to see if the Priest was conscious or not, he turned and ran, not thinking to orb. He didn't know where he was going, all he could think of was not letting it happen again.

It felt like his soul was writhing and thrashing inside his body, and for you and I, the feeling would be similar to how one feels when they are half-drunk, half-sober, having very little control over themselves, and knowing it at the same time. Except Seth knew exactly what would happen. It happened when he woke from his dream. A build up of power assembled inslde him - power so strong, stronger than he believed he was capable of mustering. He ran into the Great Hall, where a dinner for the Pharaoh, Priests and some foreign priestly visitors was due to take place that evening.

He had never been in there before, and was not even allowed - to his knowledge. He walked a few steps, before collapsing to the ground.

Priestess Isis was the youngest Priest on the Court, and, at twenty-five, the most newly appointed. She was beautiful and fresh-faced, but at the same time was strict and kept control well. She was supervising the decorating of the Hall, and writing something on a piece of papyrus with a long, brightly coloured quill. She heard footsteps behind her, and a strange thud.

"What is your business?" she asked, not turning around. Receiving no answer, she turned her head, and jumped.

There was a child, a boy, lying on the floor, his eyes shut, his arms spread out in front of him. She put her quill and papyrus down, and ran over to him. She rolled him onto his front, and on seeing his face, recognised him as Akunadin's apprentice.

"Seth, Seth awake." she said, her cobalt eyes searching him for signs of life. He was breathing, but didn't stir, and she nudged him gently. The servants putting up the decorations looked on, worried.

"Go back to your work." she ordered, and, reluctantly, they turned their backs. "Seth?" she said again. This time, he woke with a start, eyes wide, lungs screaming for air. He sat up, and backed away from her.

"Seth, are you ill?"

Seth looked at her desperately,

"Get them out." he stuttered, referring to the servants.

"What?"

"Get everybody out… Your Highness… please…" he begged, his voice hoarse, and his arms and legs quivering uncontrollably.

"You! Go!" she barked, and the servant scarpered out of the doors that were used by the kitchen servants when they brought the food to the table. Isis put her palm to his forehead.

"Amun Ra you're freezing!" she exclaimed, as he fanned himself with his hands - which stated to her that he must feel hot. Not something she'd ever seen before.

"Go… please…" he said, as he shut his eyes tightly and grimaced as if in pain.

"And leave you, I think not!" she said,

"No… I…I cannot hold it anymore… I cannot…" he whispered, trailing off into a mere breath that was barely audiable.

"Mana! MANA!" she screamed, for the girl who was supposedly not far off. A breeze began to blow through the room, circulating through the adorned Hall, raising the magical senses of the Priestess.

Then she realised.

It wasn't pain he was holding back…

It was magic.

Seth stood up slowly, and the breeze became stronger. A faint blue fire graced his outline and a Mark appeared on his forehead again. As the wind became destructive, Isis raised her hand and lifted his chestnut fringe. The mark burned brightly, on his cold forehead, and heating the skin on her hand, almost burning her. Seth fastened his arms at his sides and looked like he was going to explode. Mana ran through the door and stopped, frozen in her tracks.

"Mana! Come here, make haste!" said Isis, raising her voice over the wind-storm. She grabbed Seth by the shoulders, and shook him firmly,

"SETH! LOOK AT ME!" she yelled, trying to make contact with him,

"CONTROL IT! LOOK AT ME!" she shrieked, as he turned his his helpless gaze to her, before shutting his eyes again. The grand pillars that supported the Hall were crumbling, and dust was falling from the distant ceiling.

He couldn't hear her.

"FIGHT IT! YOU MUST!"

I am getting rather attached to these cliffhangers... you know what to do people.