Chapter 1 - The Thirst for Revenge
22 year old Mordus sat on one of the strong, thick branches of his favourite old oak tree, practicing and studying his magic. A clever and determined usul wizard was he, competing many other wizards to becoming the next royal wizard, since the current royal wizard, Zafrius the zafara, was nearing her end.
The next day, the competitions started. Morduis was doing very well, for he was near to winning.
"Skarth shmario scenturius lamekti...aktra!" Chanted Mordus. The spell caused a blue, misty beam of hot energy to burst out of the tip of his wand. It shot right at his opponent. The opponent cried a scream of pain before falling into the rocky, hard grounds, unconcious from Morduss attack. Mordus looked down at his opponents limp body and smiled. 'Yes, Im almost at the top. One more down and ill be next royal wizard.' He thought to himself.
Mordud looked up to see his last oppenent. A nimmo stepped into the competing grounds. Mordus immediately recongnized him. "Shezrion, what the heck are you doing here?" Questioned the suprised Mordus. "I thought you said that you werent competing."
"Well," Started Shezrion. "You see, I cant miss winning a match against you. My magic has improved greatly. So, im ready to bring you down."
The two rivals began mumbling spells under their breath. The battle was long and bloodshedding.
Shazrions ice blast hit morduss wand arm, making it freeze. Now, the chances of Mordud winning was one to a million, since he cant cast magic. Shazrion did his final blow. He summoned lightning from the sky and they all struck him. Mordus bit his lip, trying to hold back from screaming. Then his mind started drifting into the darkness.
Three days passed. It was the day Shezrion was announced as new royal wizard and the day Zafrius will retire. Mordus spied on them from the window, out of anyones sight. Like most of the many other wizards who lost the competition, he was humiliated.
After the ceremony, Mordus sat on his favourite tree, sighing and grooaning at the fact that the person he dispised is now royal wizard. "Hm..." He thought to himself. "Maybe I should find a way to get rid of Shezrion. Probably poison. No, hell sense my presence. How about becoming a dark wizard and create some sort of dark potion thatll put him to his death? Actually, I like that idea. Maybe I can destroy all of Meridell! I think being evil will be quite fun." Mordus smiled at the thought.
Authors notes: Oh crap. The shortness of this chapter scares me...