A Charter Mage Scorned...
I would say something clever - but it seems I have run out of ideas. Therefore I shall continue to write this fic like a nincompoop with no life... and no, I'm not! It sounded good at the time I thought of it.
Disclaimer: I am neither Matt Lucas nor David Walliams.
Chapter Three: 'Anybody? No? Dust?'
Dust continued to fall, and items around the room began to explode, shatter, levitate, combust.
Seth opened his eyes once more, to reveal a flourescent blue glow tinging their pupils. Isis held Mana behind her arm and turned her eyes away. Seth shut his eyes again, and there was a massive explosion, knocking Isis and Mana off their feet. Dust and smoke seeped through the residue of the Hall, clouding their vision.
After it had cleared - which didn't take more than a few seconds - Isis opened her own eyes. Seth stood there, his eyes clear, the Mark on his forehead faded, looking at what he had done. His lungs found themselves in shortage of air again, and his legs felt paralysed to move.
"Amun Ra…" he whispered, before losing all his strength and collapsing to the ground. Isis and Mana got to their feet, and looked around at the damage, and then at the mere child who had wrought it. How could he have that kind of power? It was unheard of for anyone to have magic that strong…
Or was it? …
Seth woke up in his own bed, and for the first time in weeks, woke up with the bedlinen in tact, and not in a cold sweat. He opened his eyes tiredly, and shut them again when he remembered what his uncontrolled power had done.
What he had done.
He had destroyed the Great Hall of the Imperial Palace.
The Great Hall, in which the Pharaoh and his Priests were to receive guests in that evening.
He sighed deeply, inhaling the sweet air into his seemingly bottomless lungs. Ra, he felt better now. He felt unrestricted.
Free.
But he was far from free.
"You're awake?" asked a deep voice from above him. His first fear was that it was Akunadin, but the voice wasn't gruff enough to be Akunadin. It was strong, deep, saturated with authority, but it was warmer. He felt safer than he was with Akunadin, and caved to the voice's demanding of respect.
He looked to his side, and then awoke his second fear. The man sitting at his bedside looked to be about forty, wore crisp white pantaloons that were bandaged to his legs from mid-calf down and a white cape that hung from his shoulders. The rest of his uniform was a conifer-green colour and he wore a lot of gold, on his headdress, chest-plate and armbands. He had olive green eyes, and was a tall 6ft 2.
High Priest Seclinon.
"Your Majesty…" he said, bowing as best he could from his bed, "I am sorry…" he stuttered, but the High Priest held up his hand, as a gesture for silence.
"Apology accepted. But I must crave a word with you." he said, sounding as if he were deadly serious. Seth didn't dare reply to him, but lowered his gaze in shame.
"Seth, I have but spoken with Priestess Isis…" he said, and he himself seemed to be lost for words, "I understand that this was not your fault, nor your intention, yet I must stress to you the importance of the situation."
"What…" he began, but the High Priest held up his palm again,
"Typically - I am obliged to make this clear to you - the penalty for destroying the Great Hall, would be jail. However, the other Priests and I see no reason for this, as it was out of your control. However…" he said.
There was a down side. Seth looked up at him, "However," he continued. "You are aware of the conditions of sorcerers with powers such as yours?"
Seth shook his head,
"Well, it is customary, to condemn those with powers greater than the Priests…"
He was struggling now. How could he tell this to a child,
"To death." he said, Seth gawped, "I admit, it is not a practice that I am in favour of and it is becoming increasingly less commonly practised, but, the power that you displayed yesterday, under the regulation of any other land, you would be executed. Priest Akunadin agrees with this policy, however High Priestess Sekhha and I do not. We have presented the state of affairs to the Pharaoh, who will have the final decision." he said, "We will inform you of the verdict before sunset."
Oh well, quite short... like most people I know... R&R!
