The Lost Mage

The Lost Mage: Getting Lost – Final Act

Marking the days gone by quickly turned into watching the passage of the moons as they trailed across the sky in their monthly cycles. After a while longer though, the passage of time started to mean nothing at all to Pip. Although the longer he stayed, the more the young mage became certain that he was alone. And unable to escape.

In a four-month cycle period of the two moons. Pip achieved some personal goals that he set for himself out of sheer boredom; he’d spent a full seven hours following the beach around the island learning that the island wasn’t as grand as he’d hoped. Afterwards he’d begun climbing into the hills. Where the young mage scaled the largest of the two rocky outcrops.
{Avoiding the bird mess where he could.} Only to discover that there were islands that surrounded his new home. Smaller than his own but still there visible to the naked eye. Pip had also found food in abundance. {Once he figured out what was food and what wasn’t even close to edible. Three painful bowel movements passing out tripping yellow spots and a case of sickness later I might add.} He’d then spent a cycle and half completely knocking down the rotten structure. Only to build himself a new smaller home from the rubble as he mixed some new materials into the works. {Including his palm leaf roof design. Which is only mentioned due to how proud Pip was of the idea.}

While he’d been clearing away the ruins, Pip had also found a cellar under the derelict. This was where the lad had taken to cultivating a small collection of mushrooms which he’d found in the jungle.
A clearing around his round tiny windowless stone hut was where he’d spend the mornings farming all the crops that he’d foraged. The mage farmer had even found a goat wandering in the hills. Which brought meaning to his days. {Along with a companion to talk too.} Pip would have summed up his new life as peaceful. Which had over the process of time become comforting. Although that was because it felt as if {if only almost so like} he was back home on his parents farm.

The waves were still for once as the lost novice reached the beach. Wandering along the shore in search of the pile of driftwood he’d stacked yesterday, Pip whistled a song his mother used to sing. A tame soulful low beat melody which the bards would play as they toured the inns. And although he remembered the tune, the name of the song escaped his grasp.
Whilst the young mage stacked a new driftwood pile, he spotted yesterday’s mound up ahead. And as Pip started to stroll towards it, he was still whistling to the wind. A whisper floated past which appeared to be carried on the wind itself,
‘Decide what to do.’
The voice forced him to turn around as the young novice contemplated what to say. Although a glint across the water had drawn his attention and the whisper spoke to him once more,
‘Help them or betray them, but they are your transport home.’
Water at that moment surged up the beach. Which caused the lost mage to proceed towards the treeline as fast as he could. Nearly tripping over his feet as he did so.
The mile of morning beach was quickly replaced with water as a length of sand no bigger than four people laying down, side by side was all that was left. Whilst the water had washed away his stacks of wood. He studied what remained as waves began to crash in front of him.
The water itself seemed to be bubbling. As the lad stared at the salt waters, he swore that there were people moving just below the surface. Pip began to think that was crazy as he noticed there was something else. And as this new object appeared over the horizon it seemed to be chasing the strange bubbles. Whilst Pip struggled to find the words to describe what he was seeing. He studied what he knew was at least made of wood. Whilst Pip recognized that the wind was blowing the tall white flax sheets. The novice’s mind realised the sheets were used to push the wooden object. As he understood all known concepts of the element of air, the magical principle of directional thrust and atmospheric pressure, the connection was easy for him to put together. His mind quickly flagged the object as his means of escape. His mind struggled to grasp what the object was, though as he heard men laughing and shouting across the water.
The bubbles which swished through the water gained speed. Until suddenly they’d reached the beach where they jumped out onto the sand. Each landing non-bubble at this point revealed a strange but beautiful woman. Their tails were like the creatures that he had seen in the water, but the women weren’t creatures. Pip could tell simply by their faces. As they noticed him though, they all began to scream at once.
Pip ignored them as he was still transfixed and staring at what he’d named a water-plough. The novice suddenly realised this plough was hunting the women. To what end he didn’t need to know. {After all he had a chance to be a hero. Few ever managed to gain the chance to be anything.} Pip knew this, so he wasn’t about to blow the chance. He instantly began to understand the voices as they shouted across the water, confused by them speaking Britstanaian. A burning anger began to rise within him. With each sentence from their lips, the anger grew. Something then took over after a few seconds of the fire burning through his mind. A force which shaped Pip’s decision for him.
Flashes of memory rose to the surface. Each flashed for but a nano-second, showing him a time when he’d been bullied at the college. A time before, his friendship with Marx had given him protection from the sons and daughters of the lords and ladies who operated the lands. His mind went blanker than it ever had. The internal force cleansed him of every doubt he’d ever processed. A raw connection spoke within him, it reached out and connected with the air which then began to flow back along the link.
The novice’s arm fired upwards. Fingers stretched towards the sky. Without any guidance from his mind, the element of air flowed into him. Instantly Pip’s subconscious called forth a ferocious wind. The sky turned black in less than a second; the merwomen’s cries had been cut off by the sound of thunder as lightening streaked across the sky. The winds rocked the sail-plough from side to side. Gusts tore at the ocean which sent heavy waves clashing against the vessel.
Pip screamed out in agony; as he had never felt such power flowing through him before. Although as he wasn’t in full control. What happened thereafter surprised even himself.
Bolts of lightning began to strike the ship as he screamed out to the sky,
Pip heard the men screaming, but it didn’t appear like his subconscious was finished. The storm intensified as he focused too simply stay awake. Gale-force winds began to tear at the sails as if the winds were shards of glass. Giant streaking bolts rained down upon the wood once more with a deeper intensity. And as the bolts connected with the vessel, the raw natural magical power of the storm ripped the wood apart within seconds.

Pip dropped to his hands and knees. His body was almost drained of everything he had within him. Whilst the clouds vanished they looked as if they’d evaporated. The women on the beach stared at him, their voices now quieter simple short whispers. As waves of desire strange, the inner-forces and the wind talked only to him. And as they talked they cut through the mermaid’s words; drowning them out whilst the syllables had floated through the air,
‘They’re yours to watch over now.’ But as the young storm mage tried to focus on the wind’s words which were repeated to him. A magical tiredness hit him harder than it ever had before. All he managed to comprehend as he dropped was the women’s tails turning into legs.

Pip’s body had been laid on a stone table and was snoring lightly. Even though his mind wasn’t asleep anymore. And as his skin lay on the cold surface, the sound of arguing somehow began to drift through the dreamless haze,
‘-but we can’t.’ The angered female voice finished off lamely. The next speaker spoke softly but with a passion that stoked her words,
‘This human mage saved us. He didn’t have to. And yet we are still here because a human saved our lives. Need I say that again a human. Not only is he a human, this one has a strong connection to nature and that very connection created a storm that was astounding. And we all saw him do so. We need not fear him that is my say.’ Several women then murmured an agreement. The first voice did not join in the chorus though. It appeared that the angry woman that had spoken first simply wanted to get their tuppence in,
‘He is a human you are right on the doubloons there. And are they not the ones who hunt us for our scales. This could be a trap.’ There was an anger in the woman’s words as she finished. Before they all began to argue though, a third woman began speaking,
‘We only know the facts, and we cannot guess the will of Clelia, the goddess of the winds. We cannot say he is a danger to us. He is unlike the humans who hunt our race. He certainly doesn’t look like those who use us in their dark blood magic. This is true to us by looking with our eyes, so it is fact. His hair is red, his eyes are green, his skin is a type of pinkish colour, and he is shorter than most of the humans that I have encountered before. Fact again.’ As they all agreed, the voice which held a tone of wisdom continued,
‘And only Clelia knows how he reached our island. Until he can tell us of course. But as the autumn season draws near and the sea-storms come with colder seasons. We need some type of salvation. It then becomes another fact that we may yet need to survive long enough to witness the next season. And this pink human will be our salvation once again. If he agrees to help us.’ No one said anything. So the voice carried on yet again,
‘We must face the facts tail-on. So that we can draw the correct conclusions. I know he is not with those who hunt us. We have never glimpsed his skin colour before. This human must have been sent here to help us, or he has his own issues with the wood-builders. And these are the facts as I understand them. So we will ask him for help. That is a fact.’ There was a larger chorus of agreement this time. Pip couldn’t react though as his mind fell back into the  deep slumber re-joining his body which had never left. Whilst dreaming he began to dream of his mother who was baking bread while whistling.

A spasm in the leg was followed by all his torso muscles bolting upright. The women gasped as one as it happened. Whilst a bunch of hazy thoughts washed over young Pip. It took a few seconds on top of that for him to remember that this wasn’t the valley of his birth. But was that strange location surrounded by even stranger tasting water. The place that not long ago escape from had also seemed impossible.
As Pip gathered up his thoughts, the mermaids began to stare at him. Whereas one of the youngest spoke up as she glanced around the elders. Although she sounded more curious than she did, frightened,
‘Is that what happens to them? When they use our scales I mean?’ No one answered her. Pip barely managed to croak for water as he tried to hold himself upright thanks to only saying one word. As they all still stared at him, a tall blonde brought over a drinking shell. Holding the twisted horn in one hand, she placed it by his lips. Pip sipped at the clear liquid inside before weakly asking,
‘Where am I?’ They all looked at each other as the eldest of the women answered him
‘The island of Teevin. How did you get here?’ Pip barely managed to answer her,
‘Inside a magical storm. I presume.’ He attempted to fully sit up but simply couldn’t. His bones felt like jelly and all his body-tissue had begun to feel like stone. As they were all staring at him, Pip decided at that moment to try to get information,
‘How far away is the Royal Kingdom?’ He asked. They all looked at each other once again. Whilst it was the blonde water bearer who it turned out was the softer voiced female which had answered him,
‘None of us know of this island called King-dome. You are on the island of Teevin. Which is one of many islands that make up a part of the half sunken nation of Jutland.’ This answer confused Pip. But as he went to ask more questions, the doors had burst open. And a teenager began speaking quickly,
‘From the rocks we have observed six masts appear on the horizon.’ Pip who was now studying the well outside asked weakly,
‘What are masts?’ They all glanced at him slowly as if to say with their facial expressions that he was stupid. Whilst the oldest of the women spoke to him with an urgency to her voice for the first time,
‘We have but a few hours until they arrive. Help us please and I will tell you everything that I know. We will also give you anything that we can give. Please the hunters can’t find us here and there is also nowhere for us to go anymore. We will starve or be forced back into the water where we will surely be killed.’ Pip thought he seemed better. Although he knew that he was still too weak to carry out well any summoning at all,
‘I do not know how much help I can be to you ladies. I need to rest.’ The elder nodded and the soft voiced female strode forward after picking something up off the floor; in her hands was a large wooden box which the older woman took,
‘In this box are the scales which fall off us during our transformations.’ She said nothing else. Pip felt even more confused and needed an explanation of what she meant. The softer voiced mermaid replied with,
‘One was placed onto your arm when you slept. After your skin absorbed it you woke up instantly. It also appears to have healed your scarred hand. You’re an air mage, are you not? Can you not use these and tap into the vast magical well of nature?’ Pip nodded at the soft-spoken female and smiled before he answered her weakly,
‘I am but control has always been out of my reach. I think anger fuelled the storm.’ The elder nodded in understanding before speaking,
‘The men of darkness as we call them will carry on hunting us all until there are no merpeople left. When they catch each of us. We will be submerged halfway in salt water. They find it easier to strip the scales off our tail before killing us that way. Does this not anger you once more?’ He didn’t answer her, so she carried on speaking,
‘We have no male elder. We are also the last of our tribe. After us there will be no new generations of the Teevin. The other tribes that are spread out amongst the islands are also being hunted to extinction. There are but a few thousand of us left now amongst all the islands of Jutland.’ There was some anger rising within Pip, but he’d still been too sleepy. He rose one hand up towards the elder and said,
‘Please place only one of the scales into my hand. I need to determine if it wakes me fully.’ She opened the box; the scales shone in the candlelight as the elder did so and one blue-green scale was picked up from within. The old mermaid with grey hair let go of the scale and as it touched his skin; the scale was instantly absorbed. Pip felt the need to force a smile as his body relaxed. But as he still hurt, Pip didn’t try to move straight away. Then as his head cleared he decided he’d better move and said,
‘Now we’ll all go to the beach and when we get there I will need two more.’ With that statement they all accompanied him to the beach. Well after helping Pip to stand upright that was.

As they all strolled through the jungle, Pip paid attention to their clothes. Every mermaid wore almost the same shade of orange exotic fabric. Which appeared shiny in the sunlight and seemed to be pretty thin. Although the fabric fascinated him-

[Ha! And it’s not how revealing it is. When compared to what he has seen women wear where he is from no?]

{Mister Roge Tuts loudly}

-as it was bound into skirts and tops wrapped around them tightly. Whilst using enough layers to hide anything which might have been tantalising to the male mind. The women had used hulking black needles to make sure the fabric didn’t unravel. And as he studied the orange lengthy dress of the soft voiced blonde, she blushed quickly, turning her head to stare off into the trees.

There was then no time to be wasted. These women needed his help after all and the lad wanted to play the hero. He wanted to learn everything about them. Pip also wanted to learn all there was to learn about the island. So forgetting the clothing, Pip began to get to work straight away as they came out of the trees.
As he turned kicking up sand the young storm mage noted the elder had also already taken two scales out of the box. And she was holding them towards him,
‘Do you not want more?’ She asked him whilst holding them out as she waited on his instructions. Pip shook his head smiling in response right before they were dropped into the palm of his hand. The scales which seemed to be absorbed by the skin; as if they were water. Quickly disintegrated and were absorbed by his pores even quicker. As they blended with him, he’d watched his hand with slight fascination. Once they’d finished blending they allowed his skin to absorb the magic from the air. The outer layer of his skin felt as if it tingled as pins and needles flowed through his face. Around his feet the sand began to twirl. Whilst a minor gust of wind came out of him and carried a small blast of sand towards the ocean.

Pip smiled whilst turning to fully watch the ocean. He’d never been in full control before which caused his smile to grow. This time, as he focused, the thoughts which popped up didn’t blunt his concentration in the slightest way possible. Which normally was a lot as he had trouble focusing on one task.
But right then well he felt different. Internally he could perceive the change but if he attempted to tell you. Then well it became almost an impossible description for anyone to communicate. But it felt balanced. He seemed to experience everything within that split-second. His mind formulated choices normally beyond him. And he could suddenly do what others trained for years to accomplish.

As he sent his mind out across the wind, Pip could see further than his eyes let him. And whilst the vessels were still over the horizon from the beach. In his minds-eye they were all within his grasp at that very moment.

{Ready for the roasting.}

Both hands shot out towards the sky without warning. Black clouds began to form before everyone’s eyes. The clouds after only a few seconds began to twirl around each other, moving as they did so. Waves swelled as the storm began to then move away from the shoreline. The skyline got darker as a cyclone of impending death moved through the air. The winds which twirled downwards with forces no one in this part of the world had witnessed or no one alive that was cut the water as it connected. Waves mixed with the tornado as the winds began to batter the ploughs before doom even reached them. And over the water Pip could hear the sound of screaming as men called out to their gods. Forgetting all about their families in the last moments of their lives.
In less than ten seconds though, the ships were sunk. The men were simply dead and the storm that Pip had called forth had begun to break apart.
Whilst the sunny skies returned, all the mermaids began to cheer. They hugged him on the beach as they celebrated their survival. Some even kissed his cheek as every single one of them danced around him singing towards the sky.

Later that night after an enormous fire had been lit on the beach. Pip felt like a Hero with a capital h. He smiled basking in their celebrations. He danced with them; he drank something they called Rum. They all chanted Lost Mage over and over to the sky as he told them about the storm which’d carried him to their island. They kissed him on the cheek in celebration, and they all danced until the sun rose.
Whilst they all celebrated, Pip had decided that all his questions could wait until tomorrow
‘After all’ he’d pondered whilst dancing with the group around the fire, ‘I’m useful for the first time in my life.’

[I’m glad you decided to watch all that.]

{Mm. I still don’t know if Marx is alright though.}

[Well, that’s because he’s hidden himself away from all interference. A charm known by few that can be worked by even less. He got out of the storm, didn’t he? Anyway Marx has a strong magical connection and a brain that others are going to envy.]

{But what is he doing now. Is he okay? He could be anywhere; he could even be in a shallow grave.}

[Contemplate this. We know he got back to the college. The college being charmed means we can’t peer inside. We know he studied and produced a charm that hides him away from all prying eyes. And from being used by the gods. We also witnessed him take over your shop. So we know he is okay until he dies, of course.]

[So does he-]

{Does who?}

[Pip does he get off the island?]

{I guess we’ll have to find out.}

The Lost Mage

The Lost Mage: Getting Lost – Act Two

The sand that the novice was asleep on had covered his entire body. Each tiny grain had not only managed to get under his clothing but was clinging to areas that are best left unmentioned. Whilst the substance had coated his red hair with thousands of grains that made him appear blonde. The tide that had continued rising while he had slept was lashing at the lad’s bare feet. Driftwood had been deposited around him as waves climbed the sands; trunks of trees battered by the ocean smooth straight worn planks from somewhere the gods only knew and almost rotted lumps that had dug into the sand.

Pip opened his eyes still dazed, weak and drowsy. As the young mage attempted to regain his sanity, he tried to take in his surroundings. Uninterested in where his boots were, the novice noted the thick jungle behind him. Whilst calm blue waves rolled over the golden beach. A world of wonder existed around him sights that he could only guess no other mage had seen before. And none of it seemed familiar to him.

Pip had no idea where he was. In his head he was now torn between the beauty of the scenery and a deep desire to be back home. To stroll up the garden path at the start of the weekend have his mother bake her village famous pie and talk about his studies with his father over the local moonshine.

The young adult wondered if he’d been brought into Nivrean, the home of the dead. After all, Pip had lived his whole life in the same location. He’d never even seen the ocean before he had never left the uplands and people where he came from only talked about the local magical woods.

{People of the Royal Kingdom don’t talk about the ocean. It is simply not the sort of thing to do; it might give others the idea that the ocean is a safe location.}

[Never having left the nine valleys of the Sauw uplands which sat near the base of the white dwarven owned mountains of Mist. The lad’s simple childhood had seen him raised by his mother and father on their huge potato farm. When he had turned thirteen his magic had come into being as they called it. So, as was customary, Pip travelled down to the largest valley near the Royal Lowlands to attend the mage’s college in the town of Grafft. The last town on the king’s highway.]

{Shhh. It’s my time.}

‘Has anyone ever seen this?’ He asked himself. Sand getting into his eyes caused irritation as he moved. Tears swelled up before coursing down his face. As they cleaned out the sand, Pip struggled not to wipe.

He put his hand over his heart to see if it was still beating. Only to become confused when it had done so. As his sight had become clearer, the novice tried to brush the sand that he saw  off his arms. This time, as he rubbed, the movement caused a red friction burn.

Pip looked around struggling with his new location as more sand had stuck to him. Questions kept on forcing themselves to the surface of his mind. But the novice had no answers.

As he realised he could bathe in the ocean, the young mage asked the island

‘Where am I?’ Although the island didn’t reply to him.

The water washed the sand off with ease which caused Pip to dive under the water to make sure that he’d got rid of every grain. He laughed as he did so, removing his shirt. Which floated away from him along the top of the waves. The temperature felt so pleasant on his skin that he hadn’t even noticed. The water was warm, relaxing almost calming in a certain respect, and as he bathed the warmth eased his muscles. The water felt like the underground heated baths in the collage which made him think of the home once more. As Pip paddled around enjoying the water, he noticed there were creatures swimming about near brightly coloured floating plant life.

‘What are these strange creatures?’ He asked the wind whilst the water finished taking his shirt.

As the sun had begun setting, Pip decided warmth was needed. Or he would freeze to death. Although that was based on his knowledge of home where the nights in the valleys were bitter and relentless no matter the season. There was a lot of driftwood littering the beach and some of it Pip found out quickly was days old. So delicate and dry that it had begun crumbling in his hands as the novice had picked up the pieces. Whilst some larger pieces had still been fresh and wet.

‘I wonder if Marx had managed to get to safety?’ He asked himself as he mused about his friend’s whereabouts. Whilst wondering what had happened to Marx, the young mage dug a hole in the sand near the treeline.

As he gathered himself a small collection of timber and began to arrange the wood in the stone ringed sandy hole, the young mage’s mind turned to the search for him. How the college professors were likely trudging through the valley digging into the ground

‘Or they think I’m dead.’ He said to the fire pit as he stacked the last dry piece.

Pip saw no way for him to start the fire as there was no flint laying on the sand. He thought about trying to summon lightening, but he was still too exhausted and that would have taken more focus than he could muster. Using an old trick his father had used to light old hay on fire, he began to gather dried grass. Rubbing a dry stick in the grove of a larger log, Pip began to rub until the wood gave him slight puffs of smoke. With one brief lungful of air, he blew at the dried grass.

It caught alight instantly

‘Who needs magic?’ He asked the wind which helped his fire grow with two abrupt gusts.

Within a second, the fire in the tiny pit was ample enough to provide him heat as it had begun dancing in the air. His stomach rumbled as he watched the flames, judging the lukewarm breeze as it flowed off the ocean. But Pip had also known it was too dangerous to search for food at night. The lad watched the two moons beginning to travel through the sky as he listened to his stomach. Whilst a tiredness crept over him once more although this time it wasn’t from use of magic. Or from a magical storm but was his own body telling him that he needed more sleep to heal.

When Pip woke it was to the sound of birds squawking. The sun had risen just over the horizon, bathing the beach in a warmth he had never experienced at sun up before. Whilst the beach had grown in the night as the water seemed to have receded leaving a broad damp area crawling with sand worms. It left behind shells more wood and bundles of strangely colourful seaweed. {Which was another thing he didn’t yet know about.}

Pip looked at the bulky white birds making all the noise. Each had bright yellow beaks which he had never seen before on any flying animal. They flew about showing their underside which was a blackish grey colour. Although they weren’t quiet whilst they hunted the wet sands for food. Pip laughed as he watched them
‘I suppose that’s breakfast if I can catch one.’ No one answered him. And as he had stood up, all the guls close to him flew off in a flurry.

Pip had begun striding along the sand whilst he ignored the yellow fruit hanging off the trees. He had no idea what they were, so his eyes completely missed them. The seaweed that had started to dry out in the sun left a smell in the air which told his brain it shouldn’t be eaten.

As sweat began pouring off him, Pip realised he needed hydration. With one hand, the novice scooped up a handful of water from the ocean, put it to his lips and began to drink. The taste of salt made him spit it out almost immediately
‘Goddess what is that?’

As the lad glanced at the water he wondered once more if he was in Nivrean. Trapped in the afterlife with his body still intact. Glad that when he had been splashing about that none of the water had gotten into his mouth.

With each step taken, the heat that beat down upon him caused the lad to become slower. Almost sluggish, he began to drag his feet through the sand. A rumble from his stomach told him that he needed food.

As he hoped to find someone else or somewhere he could stay until he found out how to get home, the novice carried on following the beach. Whilst sand continued to gather in his leg hairs with each step.

Pip noticed a small river emerging from the jungle. The clear liquid flowed directly into the ocean whilst it had travelled across the sands the water had appeared so inviting. Without thought, Pip had almost glided towards the invitation.

As the stream glistened in the afternoon sunlight, the young mage knelt next to the water, tasting it with one finger. Before he then began drinking the liquid by the handful whilst getting bits of sand in his mouth. He choked himself then spluttered but nothing was going to stop him from the cool relief that the water was providing.

His stomach soon felt full but the water hadn’t been enough to stop the pain. Which his body reminded him after standing upright. His back ached which dulled his hunger but brought more questions to the forefront of his mind about where food could be. Then questions he hadn’t wanted to begin answering at that point floated to the surface.

The novice decided he needed to follow the river in land in search of people and hopefully food. The trees blocked his sightline as he moved through the cool water. Since before entering the jungle they’d towered high above his head, but at that moment he couldn’t determine anything else as the thick canopy covered the sky. Thick vines that hung almost everywhere told him it wasn’t like the Enchanted Forest which he had heard about while growing up. But since everything had seemed new, Pip didn’t know what to do with the information that he was obtaining. Or the lack of.

Whilst Pip continued searching for food something began to start appearing between the trees just up ahead. As he scanned them, the novice thought it possible that these grey magical trees were fashioned using stone. Almost excited from a discovery he might be able to work out, Pip began to hurry through the stream.

The trees turned out to be a structure of some kind, causing the young mage to feel surprised as he approached it. The derelict building was sitting in the centre of a clearing that seemed to be losing the battle against the overgrowth. Whilst the building itself looked as if it had been losing the battle with the elements.

With a stomach that began to ache once more, Pips mind turned back to the search for food. Out of desperation, the young mage pushed the rotten door out of the way. The floor had been littered with broken slate tiles. On his left Pip saw a corridor two rotten beams which had fallen in destroying the rooms that once existed on either side of the strip and anything that was within had long since been claimed by nature.

Searching around the rear of the building, Pip had noticed two half rotted posts sticking up from the soil. In an area which must have once been cared for at some point, the plants within seemed to the lad to be laid out in rowed but overgrown with weeds.

He began to kick away the tall weeds; foraging for vegetables that might have been growing in the ground. With some heavy kicks, time and patience, the novice had soon found some sort of brownish orange potato, a few purple carrots and a teeny hidden bush that contained what he had hoped at the time were edible berries.

‘At least I have food.’ He had said glancing around the clearing, wondering what happened to the people who once lived here.

The Lost Mage

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.