I got bored, Elder Scrolls IV froze(again), so I decided to write another chapter.
Here's 23!
~(3rd person pov)~
A young man, about fifteen years in age, stands in a forest in a black trench coat.
He'd started learning some simple magic- small stuff like summoning small weapons and fireballs; lightning would come later.(1)
He knew that high powered monsters were all around him-life detection magic-, but he didn't care- they were why he'd come.
He senses that they are about to strike, and casts a simple spell- one to summon a pair of short swords; a great feat for someone with very little magical prowess, not to mention overall mana- and readies himself for the enemy.
There! A small-but-brave shadow leapt at the boy from behind, hoping to catch him off-gaurd. However, the shadow was unsuccessful, as the now known to be Dark Anmon Scout was decapitated- its body falling limp on the ground.
It continued like this for a few minutes, then the monsters realized something- they weren't going to win this way.
Suddenly a large group of monsters jumped out of the shadows- Anmon Scouts and Guards, Dark mages in the shadows, readying a powerful spell.
One by one, the Dark Anmon minions fell. That is, until the boy realized that they wouldn't stop coming any time soon.
Seeing this, the boy leapt back, away from the majority of monsters.
He firmly planted his feet, dispelled his blades, and set his right hand over his left, interlocking his fingers as though he were about to perform chest presses on an invisible entity.
Summoning all his mana, he shouts at the top of his lungs, "WYVERN FLARE BLAST!", focusing all his mana into a fiery blast.
His hands erupted into a half-sphere of flames that extended fifty yards in all directions ahead of him, the shockwave alone obliterating the nearby monsters- the flames incinerating the rest of this wing of the army.(1)
That must have drawn the attention of the rest of the army, because a group of monsters easily seven times the size of the first wing swarmed the now-barren land.
"AZURE AURA!"
The entire mountain froze over-save the spot where the boy in black still stood.
"Oblivion." The boy muttered, almost pitying the monsters as the area exploded into ashes.
The boy quickly pulled out a black ski-board, tossing it onto the ice, jumping on it, and sliding down the mountain.
The only thing he didn't know, was that she was watching the entire fight.
Saddened, she thought, 'What can I do to help you, Roy?'(2)
~(End of chapter)~
A/N: (1) I never said how big a fireball he could make...*looks inconspicuous*
(2) Yes, this is Roy- the same one I asked my friend if I could use in this story.
So... Yeah. I figured I'd check back in with Roy about now, so there.
I just noticed that I hadn't put the last chapter up (lol, forgetful me I know.).
Also, sorry for the short chapter.
Sayonara!