Emun
I got the idea for this one while writing another novel which I was trying too hard at. So I thought I’d give this fantasy thing a go and one year later Emun was finished. The basis of this book is from one of my others ‘King of Kings’ which got lost somewhere along the line. So I hope you enjoy what you read here, let me know.
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The Edge of Darkness
“Fire is seductive Dekor, beware of the lust for the flame,” Archimus, the Archmage of Belgor, held the ball of glowing fire in his right palm as he spoke, “Fire has a beauty that beguiles the beholder. It dances like a maiden, full of virtues but bites like an adulteress, to be caught in her embrace will end in death. For though she is both beautiful to look at and inviting to touch she can not be truly tamed and will surely burn the beholder.”
Dekor watched the tiny flames within the glowing orb, truly they were beautiful and enchanting and they danced enticingly, writhing with exotic rhythms. “How is it held so neatly, my lord, I see the beauty of the flame and sense its pull but how do you control the flame.”
“Many years of patience and a good few burns,” Archimus chuckled, “Do you still remember the time when you first held the frost within your grasp?” Archimus closed his hands softly together extinguishing the orb of fire in a soft blue pop.
“Yest I do, my lord. I also remember the time that I first summoned water and lightenening; I can still smell my hair burning every time that I think about it!” For his teenage years Dekor was a highly accomplished mage. He had shown great promise from an early when he had first discovered his hidden mana and how to channel it through his mind and body. Back in his hometown of Relgar to the east of Belgor he was considered gifted and had made an early entrance into mages guild where he soon came to the attention of Archimus who was then only a high mage under the great Thultor, a true battlemage with a heritage to be proud of. Dekor on the other hand was just a lowly farm boy who’s father was a poor hunter at best. But it was on a hunting trip for forest wolves, whose pelts were particularly plush, that Dekor had first discovered his gift.
A young wolf had been cornered by his father Trenor, who was readying his bow when Dekor spotted an adult wolf to his father’s flank. Had he not reached out and tapped his mana his father and most likely himself too would have been the wolf’s next meal. In his mind Dekor saw the wolf bound in ice and sure enough as he thrust out his hand the air around it crystalised and spat forth a blast of ice that froze the hapless animals limbs into an icy block. Without thinking Dekor sprang forward drawing his short sword from its sheath and slew the animal before it could even cry out. By the time that his father had strung his second arrow Dekor had made his first kill.
From that day forward Dekor was held in high regard by his father and those in his village. As the months passed by his powers grew and grew, sure there were set backs now and again but the excitement that powers gave him drew him deeper into the ways of the mage. As his fame grew and spread far and wide it was of no surprise that he received his personal invitation into the mages guild in Belgor. It was none other than Archimus himself who had invited Dekor to join. At that time Archimus was one of the most respected battlemages in all of Mor. Archimus had fought in many of the wars against the Horde in the north and across the Churning Seas to Narelzbad, his counsel was sought by many. And so it was that Dekor became the youngest mage to ever enter the University of Elements.
Dekor learned the ways of the mage with exceptional speed gaining a deep understanding of the workings of mana. He learned quickly that the secret to knowledge was listening to his peers and mentors. He learned how to dissect the teachings of his peers to reveal the deeper powers that lie within each elemental class. It had taken him only three years of endless learning to master the disciplines of frost and water and a further two to bridle the edge of lightening. Now at only sixteen years of age Archimus had at last shown him fire. For the first time ever Archimus had given caution to a discipline.
“With fire comes many disciplines of its own, the primary one being lust.” Archimus warned.
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