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The Lost Mage: Getting Lost – Act One

Caradesance progressed on its course around Heilbronn whilst it played tug with its little sisters. A recreation that had been going on for a few millennia. None of this though was even remotely remarkable in the grand cosmic scheme.

{But planets do what planets do, who are we to argue with their way of life.}

Although if it wasn’t for the fact that all the world’s exo-relatives had lifeforms; our favourite planet would have been a beacon of hope. In what was otherwise only a minor magical universe, no bigger than a nebula.

Heilbronn continued to spit waves of adoring heat towards the planet. As Caradesance collected the waves with joy, it kept on turning.

A huge elemental plasma blast built up on Heilbronn’s surface. The magically charged sun constructed of plasma fired the energy outward.

The highly infused waves struck the planet’s upper atmosphere as the citizens of the Royal Kingdom opened their eyes. The planet’s magnetic biosphere blocked everything harmful out whilst the high intense burst of magic collected within the planet’s four natural elements. As they became entangled with the planetary airstream first, the winds caused the trees to sway. The elemental flow already had too much stored within its cycle to stay tranquil as such this started a natural magical cyclone.

‘Marx!’ Pip screamed whilst he struggled to stand upright in the meadow. The winds that had arrived out of nowhere had collected Marx with a violent force, sending his only friend high into the air. Each flurry that rolled down the black rock of the mountains blanketed trees with mist which blinded Pip and caused him to lose sight of his friend. The novice could only guess at where in the mountain valley Marx had fallen. Pip forgot about his own situation for a split-second and tried to cover his head from pebbles thrown at him.

Pip called out his friend’s name once more, but as he did so not a single syllable escaped. A storm mage’s voice, even a journeyman’s would normally have been carried on the wind. The novice tried to call out once again, which caused his skin to purple from the effort. Gusts of sharp winds then took the air out of his lungs, which caused him to choke.

With each second that passed, the young mage tried to push towards the treeline, barely able to see the dark silhouette comprised of leafs.

A frozen rain began to pour and drenched his red hair. The large droplets pelted his flax blue shirt and blue kilt. Whilst the wind pushed him further down to the ground his boots already filled with water became caked with mud. The gusts that became gales were sharp enough to cut the skin within a few seconds. As the lad tried to call out to Marx, he failed. Blood leaked from several minor cuts, the black sky flashed white three times, lighting up the mage’s green eyes.

‘No not now.’ Pip thought. What little magic was within now struggled harder than before to search the valley. As it slowly did so, each muscle in his body vibrated from using a location spell. Every drop from his internal well of magic then bled dry with the repeated use. Whilst Marx was still out there and likely injured, causing Pip to cry out in panic at that moment.

The massive downpour in less than a second saturated the ground. As the rain fell, both his feet sank in the mud and the novice struggled. The ground swallowed one leg. As it became almost fully submerged, the winds unleashed a pressure of force against his back. His entire upper torso then clashed with the gale which pushed him to and fro. With each gust that attacked the lad, the winds caused extensive pain to his hip joint. As young Pip felt fear, his leg twisted and began to cause him to wish that he could scream.

The sky flashed white once more whilst the rain swiped at the novice. With each gust, both cheeks lost colour under the abuse. The constant flashes of lightening caused him to unexpectedly become blind. The shadows of the trees replaced by thick black lines. Pip could smell the magic in the air, it had an strong aroma of grass and ozone, a sweet, almost metallic scent. As it washed down from the mountains of Mist entwined within the elemental forces of nature. These raw natural magical blasts washed over the soaked young novice. The pressure snapped around him and sucked his leg out of the ground.

With his boot freed, Pip’s brain began to cross at multiple purposes, all his determination was focused on finding a way out of the storm. His escape had become visible for a fraction of a nano-second. The sky suddenly flashed bright green only to be followed by a deep crimson shade which Pip hadn’t been able to appreciate as he was thrust into the air.

Suddenly there wasn’t anything to grasp. The smell of the wet grass was no longer dancing around him and all sound had vanished. Each thought that formed told him he was dead. Although the young mage had still been able to experience the raw crackling power of the elements.

Weightlessness. It was all Pip had been able to discern. Followed by a voice that had not entered though his ears but had still left his lips,

‘Is this the afterlife?’

No one answered the question or gave any response.

A deep blackness smacked his face which left him with a headache. Without warning, Pip began to feel sick, which caused a strange sensation within. Before a bizarre split-second drilling, pain began in his right ear and then left through the other. Pip felt confused about everything currently happening as his internal thoughts continued to scream. The smell of salt had snuck up out of nowhere. The novice moved about blindly as a strange substance stuck to his wet face. As the coarse grains gathered whilst he tried to rub his face, spreading them everywhere. The grains of brown seemed to gather the more he wiped his face. The mage stopped moving about. A wave of tiredness rapidly descended through his body, forcing him to collapse back into the sand. Whilst both his eyelids had fastened closed.

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