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This is all Wary's fault he made me feel like doing fantasy type stuff again. I wrote this this spring. I'm not too happy with it itself, but I have some ideas for the general world and stuff, and eventually plan to rewrite this.

Baelegsa swiped at the air, stirring up a massive pillar of fire. He stood back and watched as it tore through the open countryside. The plains scarcely noticed the tower of flame passing by, as they had already been trampled by countless battles between the neighboring castles.
“Excellent,” said Galdre, “You have much improved.”
“’twas nothing…” muttered Baelegsa, wiping the sweat from his brow.
“Your training will soon be complete,” mused Galdre, “Assuming you can keep mastering the elements at this rate.”
“It should not be too hard,” said Baelegsa, “It has been easy so far.”
“Ah, but it gets far more complicated as you get into the more defensive spells, the whole point of learning. Right now you are scarcely doing more than one could do by lighting some oil.”
“I am aware of that, master. I just think continuing on this natural progression shouldn’t be too hard. I may be able to serve before the next battle!”
Galdre sighed. “You still do not understand. The whole point of learning these spells is to defend and try to stop all this nonsense. The King may not see quite on our level, but by no means should we be enthusiastic about serving in this pointless war…”
“I suppose you are right…” Baelegsa admitted, a bit annoyed. “Are you sure I cannot go out and fight at all-”
“Mages are not meant to be warriors. They are meant to deter warriors from attempting to siege the castle,” Galdre said, and shook his head in disappointment. “Can you not find joy in saving innocent lives?”
“I would rather be taking corrupt ones-”
“Enough. We shall cease training for today. If you can get a little more control, your next lesson can be the firewall, backbone of all advanced defensive magic.”
“What a great incentive…” muttered Baelegsa under his breath, and walked back to the castle with Galdre.



After a few hours of resting in his quarters, Baelegsa woke up. The sun was glaring through the window.
Galdre’s voice rung through his head. “Please come to the training area for a special meeting.”
He sighed, left his quarters, stumbled out the gates of the castle, and walked towards the usual spot Galdre used for his lessons. He knew he was almost there as the ground provided somewhat less traction underneath his feet. The top layer of dirt there was unstable and severely weakened from the earth mages reshaping it in their training.
As he arrived, he noticed there was a smaller amount of students than normal.
“Am… Am I early?” Baelegsa asked, out of breath.
“No. I simply chose to have a smaller class today…” Answered Galdre. “In fact, I believe you are the last one to arrive.”
“Oh… Sorry, master.” Baelegsa apologized.
“There is no problem. We were not waiting long.” Galdre said. His face then turned solemn. “Today’s meeting is going to be rather different from any others… I have invited you, the most promising students of mine, to let you know about something I have organized…” Galdre cleared his throat, and resumed talking.
“I am not going to be around forever, and I believe it is important I have a successor. I would like the four of you to show me your best work, so I can decide which of you will take my place when I am gone…”
“D-do not be ridiculous, master!” shouted Hruse, one of the four students. “You are nowhere near that point!”
“We both know that is untrue…” said Galdre. “I am surprised I even lasted this long. This war has taken a lot out of me… Now, I am aware you are all still young and inexperienced, so I will give you a week to train what you would like to do specifically. The King has given me permission to use some of his army. They will act as if they were trying to attack you, and you all should use your best defensive spells.”
“What?” said Baelegsa, shocked. “I have hardly even begun learning defensive spells!”
“Do you not think that is more of your problem, Baelegsa?” Celnessa smirked. “I already have a battle-applicable defense strategy, and I have mastered most of the spells to use it.” she shrugged. “I suppose it is your choice to spend your time learning ostentatious spells…”
“The spells I have mastered are perfectly valid in battle!” Baelegsa shouted, his fists clenched.
“None of this!” Galdre banged his staff on the ground. “Baelegsa, if you wish, I shall train you specifically in defensive spells this week. You may return to the castle.” Galdre started walking towards the castle.
As the four watched Galdre’s robe slowly fade away into the distance, Celnessa laughed. “Do you really think a week of training will help you win? Besides, it is no secret you have no interest in defensive spells.”
“That is untrue! I just wanted to master offensive ones first…” Baelegsa said, losing his resolve halfway through the statement.
“…Good luck, I suppose.” Celnessa walked a few feet away, paused for a moment, and disappeared. A puff of air hit the remaining three mages.
Baelegsa’s face was still flushed red. “Can you believe her nerve? I am just as advanced…”
“Well, might as well practice a little bit while we are out here…” Byrue suggested.
The three used various spells for several minutes, Baelegsa angrily used a rapid stream of fire spells, Hruse attempted to create a few walls of earth, and Byrue tried to summon blocks of water, all of which broke apart after a few moments.
Hruse broke the silence. “Do you hear that?”
“Y-yeah…” replied Byrue.
“It sounds like horses or something…”
The silhouette of a charging army slowly rose above the horizon.
“We must flee!” Shouted Byrue, starting to run towards the castle with Hruse.
“Wait!” said Baelegsa, running alongside the two. “We shan’t outrun them like that!” Baelegsa concentrated and a huge gust of wind picked up behind them, greatly increasing their speed.
“What was that?” Hruse asked. “I feel so light!”
“That… was just one of my ostentatious spells…” Baelegsa said, out of breath.
The three quickly reached the castle. Guards were attempting to raise the portcullis, but momentarily stopped, recognizing the mages. The army was massing outside the castle.
“I imagine Celnessa saw them coming and warned the guards without us…” Baelegsa grumbled. “Trying to leave us out to get killed…”
“It could just be the opposing army just got close enough for them to see…” suggested Hruse. Baelegsa ignored him.
Baelegsa sulked to his quarters. He faintly heard the ongoing battle outside the castle. “I should be out there fighting as well…” he grumbled. He was drained from using the speed boosting spell, and quickly fell asleep.
After several hours, the sounds of the battle waned. Baelegsa sighed, got out of bed, and walked to the Mages’ common area. After a battle Galdre tended to give a report of what he did in the battle. It was usually highly exaggerated, but enjoyed by the mages regardless.
Waiting a few minutes with no avail, Baelegsa confusedly started walking back to his quarters. As he was about to leave, there was a heavy pounding at the door. A huge guard burst in, panting and sweating. “I regret to inform you…” the guard panted. “That Galdre died in battle.”

There was a stunned silence for a few moments.
“…What? …How?” asked one of the younger mages in a shaking voice.
“Our best guess is that a spell backfired. All that was left was some scorch marks.” said the guard, in an indifferent voice that made Baelegsa slightly irritated.
“How can you say that so casually? We’re defenseless!” shouted another one of the young mages.
“Hah,” the guard grunted, “We’re hardly defenseless. I understand you mystical folk are pretty upset by all this, but to be honest I’m rather used to casualties by now. ‘Sides, you tykes have the same power, don’t ye?”
“…We are still in training. Galdre was by far the most experienced mage in the land.” Celnessa said calmly, vexed at the guard.
“Our enemies out there don’ have any, and they survived fine.” The guard said. “The King says he’ll try to find some way to help you out. Of course, you’re free to stay here, provided the older’ns help out in a battle now and then…” The guard lumbered off and slammed the door behind him.
Some of the youngest mages ran back to their quarters. Baelegsa remained in the common area and sighed with a wistful expression on his face. He sat down in a chair and started thinking.
After several moments of staring into space, he was jolted back into reality by Celnessa. “I would think we should try to do something now. We are the most skilled…” She paused for a moment. “And perchance I may have underestimated your abilities, as well, if Galdre thought of you so highly…”
Baelegsa scowled. “Scarcely… I know next to nothing at the moment, and I am certainly not prepared to handle this…” He slowly walked back to his quarters, still scowling.

As the sun came up the next morning, Baelegsa was already conjuring various spells. He wasted away any remaining plant life on the near-barren landscape with blasts of fire. Every so often he tore a boulder from the earth, pulled the winds into a blade, or gathered moisture from the air into a powerful stream. Although he used fire the most frequently, Baelegsa shifted a few water, air, and earth spells into his training. After spending most of the day silently training, Baelegsa quickly wrapped the wind around him and warped back to the castle. He hurriedly ate dinner before retiring to his quarters, sleeping, and repeating the same process the next day.

The day before the competition, Baelegsa continued with the heavy self-training the last week had been filled with. He shot a rapid stream of fireballs at nothingness. Feeling no exhaustion, he jumped to the side. Pushing all other thoughts out of his head, he shot a wall of fire forward, blasting an imaginary army into oblivion. Continuing to cast spells, thinking of nothing else, he did not notice as Celnessa approached him. After a few minutes, a sudden gust of wind put out a raging fire Baelegsa was feeding.
“I take it you are enjoying yourself?” Celnessa said, smirking.
Baelegsa bolted around and looked at her with darkness in his eyes.
“Pardon me for interrupting you, sir.” She said, still smirking. “I can see you decided to spend your energy learning defensive spells. Does it not bother you that the competition is going to be about defense?”
“My offense is more effective at repelling foes than the best defense would ever be… Of what use is it to show the opponent we are cowards?” Baelegsa muttered briefly before returning to incinerate his invisible foe.
Celnessa lost her smirk. “I think you have forgotten the whole reason we are doing this, Baelegsa…”
“I am doing this because we need a leader and this war needs to end. Stalling with unnecessary defense does nothing to speed up this slaughter. Could you please leave me to train?”
“Do you not remember what Galdre always wanted? Only a select few have the privilege of being a mage, and it should be used to protect, not attack.”
“Leave Galdre out of this,” Baelegsa said, and stopped the onslaught of flames. “He was a very wise and powerful mage, and I will not try to deny that, but… he was naive. By attacking I would be doing a far better job of defending our people than he ever managed. By extinguishing one life I can save twenty.”
“But that is not our way… I think you are the naïve one, forgetting Galdre’s message so quickly…” Celnessa vanished in a vortex of wind, and Baelegsa continued his training.

Baelegsa was violently awoken from his deep sleep by the gruff voice of a guard.
“The competition for the new head mage will take place in the courtyard in one hour!” he shouted into the Mages’ area.
Baelegsa quickly rose and came out of his quarters. He saw Byrue and Hruse talking excitedly in the center of the room. He avoided them, looking away as to not make eye contact, and headed directly to the courtyard.
In the courtyard he saw a good number of the troops in full armor, as well as the King and several men in fine clothes. A tall man, who imposingly towered over Baelegsa, walked over to him, his eyebrows curled in a look of annoyance.
“Are you not a mite early, mage?” he said in a somewhat nasal tone.
“I just thought I should show up early. Get a look at the area.” Baelegsa muttered, and walked past the man before he could respond. After taking a look at the battlegrounds, he walked over to the castle wall, leaned against it, and casually flicked tiny flames from his fingers.
Before long, Celnessa appeared. She momentarily glanced at Baelegsa, who continued staring at the puny flames he was conjuring, before finding another place to wait. A few minutes later, Byrue and Hruse walked into the courtyard and stood next to Baelegsa.
“Have you worked out a complicated strategy?” Hruse asked. “I have not seen you much in the past week.”
Baelegsa grunted acknowledgement and continued gazing at the fire he was holding in his hand.

A trumpet sounded, and a man in silky, bright purple clothes stepped into the middle of the courtyard.
“Contestant one: Byrue.” He said, and shuffled back to the sidelines.
Byrue stepped to the middle of the courtyard, and stared nervously at the horde of soldiers staring at him. He winced, and slowly a cube of water formed in the air in front of him. As it grew, Baelegsa noticed his mouth felt somewhat parched. After a few moments, the cube was massive and took up most of the central courtyard. One of the front most soldiers jabbed it with his sword for no effect. He sighed, and tried to walk into it. After taking one step, he rose to the top of the cube and flailed around, thoroughly confused by the myriad of complicated forces acting on him while in the non-gravity-abiding cube. Byrue was covered in sweat, and looked somewhat pale. Another cube was forming next to the first, and the beads of sweat were hovering towards it.
“That will be enough…” croaked the announcer in a hoarse voice. “Such skills… will prove great in repelling the foe… and should work much better in a more humid environment, such as…” he coughed. “the battlefield. If it is at all possible, could you-“
Byrue took a gasp of air, and the cube dissipated. Baelegsa felt hydrated once again, and muttered unintelligibly.
“The next contestant will be Hruse.” The announcer uneasily walked back towards the sidelines, distressed from the first display.

Hruse, looking considerably more confident than Byrue, walked towards the center of the courtyard. He paused for a moment and closed his eyes. A wall of earth came up from the ground in front of the soldiers. A few soldiers looked around, bewildered. A moment later, another wall came up next to it, followed by another, until the army was completely surrounded.
The announcer started clapping. “Excellent work. I… appreciate nothing being, er, consumed by your display, as well.”
“I actually did consume some of the earth to make those walls. Admittedly, it is still earth, just in a different place. All I did was move it. Quite simple, really…” Hruse walked out of the center next to Byrue, who looked somewhat humiliated.
“The third contestant is Celnessa.” Said the announcer before moving back.

Celnessa quietly walked to the center, closed her eyes, and remained motionless. After a few moments of silence, one of the soldiers attempted to walk towards her. As soon as he moved, the wind shoved him back in place, causing him to collide with several other soldiers. Another turned his head to look at his disoriented allies, and was thrown into the pile with them. A soft whimpering noise was heard from some of the soldiers.
“Enough!” Shouted the announcer. “Lift the spell!”
Celnessa opened her eyes, and the guards relaxed, moving slowly for a little bit before returning to normal.
“That was an incredible display… I can only wonder how effective that would be in a battle.” The announcer said.
“Thank you.” Celnessa said. “I thought that technique would prove useful.” She walked back to the sidelines.
“The next and final contestant is Baelegsa.” Said the announcer, before returning to the side.
Baelegsa slowly lumbered to the center of the courtyard. He squinted, and a circle of fire burst around the group of soldiers. The flames raged higher and higher, and the circle slowly closed in on them. Just outside the circle, jagged spikes of rock shot up, further isolating the soldiers. The soldiers all huddled together to avoid the growing fire, but in an instant they disappeared and the spikes retracted into the ground.
“I presume you can see how that would be useful if the logical progression continued…” muttered Baelegsa, before returning to the side.
The King’s eyes were wide, gazing into space deep in thought.
“And with that, the contest is over. The new head mage will be carefully thought over and decided by tonight…” finished the announcer, as Baelegsa walked out of the courtyard.


Baelegsa returned to his chamber and sat on his bed. Although he did not show it, his brain still ached of mental exhaustion. He fell into his straws of the bed, which felt extraordinarily soft to his tired bones. Within moments drifted into a deep sleep.
After what seemed not nearly enough sleep, Baelegsa woke to a knock on his door. He opened it up, seeing the entire world through a haze, and could just make out the announcer’s vibrant purple outfit.
“Sir Baelegsa, the King and commanders have considered all the contestants and chosen you as the most worthy to be the new head mage. Let me be the first to congratulate you...”
“Excellent…” muttered Baelegsa. “But if it is not a problem, I would enjoy a few more hours of relaxation before anything else.”
“Certainly, Head Mage Baelegsa, sir.” said the announcer before lightly walking out of the room and softly closing the door.

After the ceremony establishing him as head mage, Baelegsa was invited to the war room. The walls of the room were covered in paintings of famous warriors and kings, and in the center there was a large table with places for the king and several commanders.
Baelegsa sat down and casually glanced between the gazes King and various commanders. They all seemed to be staring intently at him.
Following an unusually long silence, the King spoke. “I suppose it would be best for us to establish a strategy.”
“Well, my men and I can try and advance,” started one of the commanders, “while-“
“Not you, good friend. Our tried and true battle plan seems to be optimal as it is, at least from the perspective of the warriors… What I am curious about is this new mage… I take it you will manage the defense, as always?”
Baelegsa chuckled. “Admittedly, that was the ways of old. However, did it occur to you why I am here at this very moment, my liege?” Baelegsa waited a few seconds, and continued. “The only reason any mage should ever have a reason to die is if they are doing something very wrong. We can easily overpower any warrior, and other mages pose little threat as we share the same abilities.”
“I am sure even Galdre was a useful advantage in the battlefield, but ultimately what is defense more than prolonged losing? Assuming your approval, the defensive philosophy died with him. With your permission, I will assemble the mages for a full-on attack the next time those fools try to invade…”
The King smiled like a child. “Excellent. Commanders, treat this boy with the utmost respect, and work with him for a battle plan. Deliver the finished product to me, and if it is of any merit, we shall put it to work.” The King got up from the table and left the room.
After working out a battle plan, Baelegsa glided back to the Mages’ Quarters. He sat down in a chair and started to read.
Before long, Celnessa, Hruse, and Byrue gathered around him.
“How did it go?” asked Byrue.
“Apparently you had to devise a battle plan?” inquired Hruse.
It took a moment for Baelegsa to look up. “Hm?” he grunted. “Oh, that is correct. It is fairly simple, I doubt it will be a problem to anyone.” He looked back down to his book.
“I presume you mustered up the common sense not to change the existing battle plan too drastically, correct, Sir Baelegsa?” asked Celnessa.
Baelegsa looked up from his book, but was silent for a moment. In a grave voice, he muttered “The previous plan was immensely flawed. I changed it to one far simpler and more suitable.”
“How do you mean?” Celnessa asked, her voice wavering with unease.
“The defense rubbish needed to come to an end.”
Celnessa’s face drained of color. “Y-… You didn’t actually…”
“I negotiated an offensive role for we mages. The previous plan did not work.”
“How didn’t it work!? We’ve been following it for years upon years-“
“The previous head mage died following that plan.”
“That doesn’t discredit-“
“Silence. I have carefully thought this over and made my decision. I am sure you will see the merit in taking the offensive soon enough.”
Celnessa was breathing heavily. “Well, your new battle plan won’t have any help from me!” she ran back to her room.
Hruse had a strange expression on his face, a mix between pity, anger, and sorrow. “I can’t support your cause either…”
Byrue stared at the floor. “I, too, must abandon this strategy. And that means three of the four mages fit for battle will be absent… Perhaps you can reconsider?”
Baelegsa continued reading his book with a neutral expression on his face. “All of the mages fit for battle unanimously agree to my plan.”


“Attack!” Shouted Baelegsa, shooting a massive flamethrower at enemy troops.
Unprepared foes were slowly incinerated by Baelegsa’s fire, as the soldiers took out those dodging the blasts. Those trying to retreat met with a wall of fire that was gradually penning them in. Baelegsa was the sole mage on the battlefield, yet he managed to slaughter a vast amount of enemy troops. After the battle and severe loss of men, the frequent attacks on the castle ceased, and there was a forced peace. The countryside was able to grow back to its former state. The only disturbances of the peace were the occasional fire spell of unknown origin erupting from the enemy’s castle.
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I'm not sure if I can call this a happy ending or a false triumph. I don't really like Baelegsa anymore.
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Yeah it's kinda about how he got corrupted or something. If I do other stuff, it'll probably be immediately after this or much later. Probably the former. Anyway, because I didn't write the ending very well, his use of offensive magic, which wasn't popular, inspired the enemy mages to try it too.
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I think if you do something else with this, he should be the VILLAIN!
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The two things I'm toying with are A. his quest for redemption or something and B. some story set in the future where he's a tyrant, so probably.
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Obviously you should do a story only a little bit in the future about his quest for tyrantation.

...not that I actually read it.
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Actually I'm going to pick up this really shortly. Whenever I think of a name for it, or maybe before.
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Okay I should be writing another part of this tonight
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Too late but maybe this will help me actually start by setting the scene


Given time without war to heal, the vast fields surrounding the castle which probably needs a name soon grew bountiful, and life was easy for the inhabitants. After relishing his victory and allowing his memory of Galdre to slowly fade away, Baelegsa started communicating with the other mages again, with an air of superiority and arrogance. Given time to relax, some of the younger mages, as well as Hruse and Byrue, accepted the more violent methods Baelegsa introduced as neccisary evils, and accepted Baelegsa as their new teacher. Celnessa made a few futile attempts to convince Baelegsa to revert to the traditional defense magics, but after a few weeks she accepted his way, although crude, finished the war, and continued training herself in nonviolent techniques away from the other mages.
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First, some names:

Castle Baelegsa and stuff live at: Afenecer
Emeny Castle: Aerdecer
Emeny King: Leodha

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The sun rose once again over the now-idle walls of Afenecer. Fresh food was abundant, and for the mages and soldiers, a lazy lifestyle reigned, while the farmers' work exponentially increased as their crops were allowed to flourish. Baelegsa lounged in the mage's common area, contemplating upcoming lessons for the younger mages. His concentration was broken as a soldier burst into the room.

"Sir Baelegsa! The enemy approaches!"

Baelegsa scoffed. "Are you sure? I half expected the louts to've died off by now."

"We aren't expecting a major threat, but they have a sizable force regardless. Please just come assess the situation for us, being one of the most important warlords!"

"You flatter me." Baelegsa got up with a look of disinterest, and glid towards the soldier. He glanced back towards the other mages in the room. "Byrue, you gather together all the mages ready for battle and meet up with me outside the castle walls."

Baelegsa followed the soldier up one of the castle's turrets, and peered over the countryside to see a moderately large army. "Looks about five hundred." muttered a guard.

Baelegsa smirked. "Well, I suppose they tried. Send out a few hundred men, we should get rid of them before they can upset the plant life again."

A few minutes later Baelegsa and most of the adolescent mages were gathered with several dozen soldiers a few kilometers in front of Afenecer.

"Poor guys," chuckled Byrue. "I imagine they think they have a chance. That much might take out you alone, if you're having a bad day."

Baelegsa glanced at Byrue with one of the most positive expressions he could remember showing in the past few months. "You certainly seem pleased after how morally opposed you were last time I tried to use these powers in battle."

"Well, after some time to consider it, and particularly those results, it seems a lot more logical."

Hruse took a more grim tone: "I suppose it's effective and all, but I'm still a bit unsure... It almost seems unfair. This war started out as a battle between militia, a battle of raw power. It really did seem safest to use us as a defense, avoiding any flukes, and let the brutes settle their stick battle on their own."

"I agree wholeheartedly, Hruse." muttered Baelegsa. "It is unfair. This stick battle is absurd. But it will stop this ridiculousness faster and with less suffering than any defense ever could." he clenched his fist around a flame. "Regardless, it seems these fellows have finally found the time to get over to us. CHARGE THEM."

The warlord, who was standing a few meters behind the mages, looked a bit irked. "I know the battle plan, and I'm in charge of my men. ADVANCE! ... damn pixies..."

The soldiers charged the oncoming army, and swords clashed and horses whinnied and it was a grand time for all. Baelegsa looked unamused on the battle, and prepared his first spell. A hollow orb of fire closed in around a group of enemy soldiers. After a few seconds of retraction, it closed in on itself, leaving nothing behind. Most of the other mages looked unsure of themselves. A few hurled tiny fireballs that singed a stray enemy soldier, while most were unable to form much of anything and others looked on uncomfortably. Hruse pulled spikes of earth up from under enemy soldiers, impaling them and hurling their bodies at the others. Byrue dashed forward, and started forming an orb of water. Several nearby enemy soldiers keeled over with dehydration, as Byrue looked on and chuckled. Towards the back of the Aerdecer party a few lightly armoured soldiers appeared not to do much of anything. After glancing upon the battle with boredom for several minutes, a few of them jeered forward and shot blasts of flame at the Afenecer soldiers, who were instantly incinerated.

"THEY'VE GOT MAGES!" screamed an Afenecer soldier, before being crushed by a boulder.

Baelegsa scowled. "Surely fellow scholars of magic have the sense to see how ridiculous this is, correct? Let the educated of us finish off the berzerkers and leave this disgusting matter where it belongs!"

He recieved no answer, although a few razor-sharp blasts of air flew at him. Baelegsa heaved a huge sigh, and shot a fireball at the Aerdecer mages. One towards the back held up his hand and tore it out of the air, sending it back towards the group of soldiers.

"I heard the promising new mage was a child, but I didn't expect you to be this young... Are you sure you feel safe this far away from your mother, or is she one of these soldiers?" The mage glanced over at the group of soldiers and shot a large fireball at them, taking out several from both sides. "Regardless, excellent work. As I'm sure you know, we combat mages were ridiculously repressed. Fools. Afraid of a little glitter. I thank you for freeing us."

Baelegsa sputtered. "COMBAT MAGES? This bloody sport is the most ridiculous thing I've ever concieved of. If there's a conflict, either one side is right and they should instantly dominate or it's something so trivial no fight is warranted. This scuffle seems firmly granted in the latter, and I can't believe someone else with a few brain cells to rub together would believe anything otherwise! ... And you seem neither as tall nor as deep-voiced as I, so you may hold your tongue..."

The other mage laughed. "The fact you even care about that is proof enough you're mentally and physically my minor. I have to say that your philosophy works, however. Please stand out of the way of the side that's right!" The mage glanced towards its companions. "If you wish, you may quit restraining yourselves." The barrage increased, and most of the soldiers were killed. "Go and tell your story, you poor creature." commanded the mage, and hurled one of the Afenecer soldiers towards their castle with a nonlethal blast of air. "I can't have any of you getting out, I suppose..." the mage waved its arm and all of the Aerdecer soldiers collapsed into dust.

Baelegsa looked on with confusion. "GO BACK." he pointed an arm back at the mages, and with minimal effort sent all of them back to the castle. "Hruse, Byrue, help me finish these lunatics off." Before Baelegsa could start up a single attack, one of the other Aerdecer mages shot a dagger of rock through the heart of Byrue. Baelegsa screamed. He dashed forward, violently jerking his arm. The mage that shot the dagger was pulled through the visor of his helmet, inside out, before being crumpled up and shot into the atmosphere. A slight gust of wind was the last thing Baelegsa felt before blacking out.
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