Quinn was staring out of the wizard's guild window. He was bored, as was

normal. He already knew what the master was teaching, and didn't care

who knew it. The master wouldn't hit him as he did the others; Quinn

was prince of the realm, no one would dare touch him. Quinn

longed to leave and settle his own kingdom. However, the law said that

he must be twenty years of age, and must have a wife. He had his eye on

a young elf maiden, but he didn't know her well. He only had eight

more years until he could leave, and he wanted to make sure that he

had a wife when the time came to leave. Children were considered adults

at thirteen, and had to wait three years before they could marry. So,

Quinn only had four years until he marry. As he was staring out the

window, he saw something that made his heart stop. It was a dryad, a beautiful, beautiful dryad, that was struggling to get away from about

three other dryads, a handful of deamonwoods, and werewolves

surrounding her.

Without thinking, Quinn teleported down to help the dryad. He landed

right in front of her, and to the others, he said, "Stay back! I am a

powerful mage, now leave!"

The lead dryad studied him, examining his stature. Then she said, "Kill

him. He's just a boy, how powerful can he be?"

With that, the werewolves started closing in, along with the deamonwoods and other dryads. The one Quinn was protecting cringed behind him,

like a scared little girl. Quinn lifted his hands, preparing to cast a

deadly spell. "Am-dor-azac!" he chanted. All the werewolves howled,

and fell to the ground, changing back to their original bodies to die.

The deamonwoods followed suit. Only the dryads were left.

"Leave. Now" said Quinn.

They scowled at him, and the leader said, "You'll pay. She's

nothing but trouble." With that, they disappeared.

Quinn looked behind him at the shivering dryad, and caught her as

she collapsed. He teleported to the temple to Agrela, in order to have

her healed.