Mages of the Isle Part I: The 14 stones of Eldire
Chapter III:
"I thought you were going to Skyth's place after school today?" said Peter's sister as he walked through the door.
"Yah, well I didn't go. It would have been a waste of time."
"What's wrong with you. You've never passed up going to skyth's house. Are you sick?"
"No."
"I know, you got rejected by someone."
"No."
"Oh no! Did grandma die?"
"No! Leave me be!" Peter yelled as he looked up, and saw what his sister was wearing.
"Nice clothes Denita! hahaha." Peter laughed out. it seemed he was finally in a better mood.
"For your information these are the clothes that anyone in the high order of spellcasting wear. I can't help if the high order counsellors have bad fashion sense. And I can't help it if you are to lowly a mage to join me, brother."
That really dashed Peter's mood. Now he was even more unhappy than before. He took a last look at Denita's odd robe. it was as white as Jamago's robe was dark, with gold symbols all over it. It made her look like a saint, with a sword of course. The hood covered her 3 foot long shining blonde hair, and it didn't look like she was wearing any armour under the robe. Then Peter dashed upstairs to his tower room.
"If I'm not good enough for anyone, than they're not good enough for me." Peter said to himself. " I'm gone, I'll go find someone else who can teach me magic without parental permission." with that, Peter grabbed all his equipment, and got himself set to go. Normally, Peter would wear leather arm pads and leggings, a short breast plate, and a sword, but Peter wasn't going into the wild like that. He put on his great helm that he got last Yam 6th, his birthday. He also outfitted himself with full plate mail and metal leggings, a shield, a cloak to cover his face, 3 skill rings, a talisman around his neck, high endurance boots(no flying ones today), and his most prized possesion. His sword, Tronar.
You see, a few years back, some of the kids about Peter's age found a cave filled with artifacts, and one of them, was Tronar, a beautifully made sword, with origins around the time of the great mage wars, thousands of years ago. A few other people found them, all of Peter's current friends (that's how they all met) and Mordim. Denita also found one, the year before, but it was only a staff, and not very useful for fighting. Peter had never used Tronar to kill anything before, but there was no way he was taking a regular long sword into the southern swamps. So, after he grabbed some food, he set out into the swamps, and no townsfolk ever really saw him again......
Chapter III:
"I thought you were going to Skyth's place after school today?" said Peter's sister as he walked through the door.
"Yah, well I didn't go. It would have been a waste of time."
"What's wrong with you. You've never passed up going to skyth's house. Are you sick?"
"No."
"I know, you got rejected by someone."
"No."
"Oh no! Did grandma die?"
"No! Leave me be!" Peter yelled as he looked up, and saw what his sister was wearing.
"Nice clothes Denita! hahaha." Peter laughed out. it seemed he was finally in a better mood.
"For your information these are the clothes that anyone in the high order of spellcasting wear. I can't help if the high order counsellors have bad fashion sense. And I can't help it if you are to lowly a mage to join me, brother."
That really dashed Peter's mood. Now he was even more unhappy than before. He took a last look at Denita's odd robe. it was as white as Jamago's robe was dark, with gold symbols all over it. It made her look like a saint, with a sword of course. The hood covered her 3 foot long shining blonde hair, and it didn't look like she was wearing any armour under the robe. Then Peter dashed upstairs to his tower room.
"If I'm not good enough for anyone, than they're not good enough for me." Peter said to himself. " I'm gone, I'll go find someone else who can teach me magic without parental permission." with that, Peter grabbed all his equipment, and got himself set to go. Normally, Peter would wear leather arm pads and leggings, a short breast plate, and a sword, but Peter wasn't going into the wild like that. He put on his great helm that he got last Yam 6th, his birthday. He also outfitted himself with full plate mail and metal leggings, a shield, a cloak to cover his face, 3 skill rings, a talisman around his neck, high endurance boots(no flying ones today), and his most prized possesion. His sword, Tronar.
You see, a few years back, some of the kids about Peter's age found a cave filled with artifacts, and one of them, was Tronar, a beautifully made sword, with origins around the time of the great mage wars, thousands of years ago. A few other people found them, all of Peter's current friends (that's how they all met) and Mordim. Denita also found one, the year before, but it was only a staff, and not very useful for fighting. Peter had never used Tronar to kill anything before, but there was no way he was taking a regular long sword into the southern swamps. So, after he grabbed some food, he set out into the swamps, and no townsfolk ever really saw him again......