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Prologue - The Beginning
The journey was to test the courage of a young Red Mage by the name of Mike. He was to collect three pendants of virtue, Power, Wisdom, and Courage (Zelda isn't mine either). He could only return to the village if the pendants were collected. It was a village tradition; every sixteen-year-old male had to undergo this training. He would have to earn his own supplies. The brown-haired teen was finishing gathering equipment and supplies enough for the trek to the next town. Red Mages were trained in the arts of basic swordplay, black magic, and white magic. During the history of the world, only a few Red Mages were awarded the rank of Red Wizard.
Sorry, but all my prologues are short.