I just stood there, my old master In front of me. We exchanged gazes, as if we could talk without words. I knew he was never able to handle it. The power was too much for him. The sword seeks its own wielder, not the other way around. He finally decide to speak. "So, have you decided?" he asked, a smirk across his face. "About what?". His smirk grew wider. "About how i'm going to kill you!" he lashed out as bolts of ice flew across the room, grazing my right thigh. I cried out in pain, but i couldn't let myself fall. Not in front of him. My eyes were fixed on his, my anger was burning so deeply that fires were coming out of my eyes. "You will pay for her death! It was your choice and yours only!" i screamed in anger as i blasted him with fire. Using his own magic against him. "You could've saved her! You could've saved them all!" i kept screaming as burning balls of fire were shooting out of my palms in his direction. I let out a cry, one with pain and anger and resentment. One that, in hindsight, i shouldn't have. I could feel the fire consume me. All of me. My skin burning. Then it all faded to black. Next thing i remember was his dagger on my chest, ready to kill me. "No!" was my only reaction. He flew back a few meters from the blast. I looked in the mirror at my hands, my skin, my hair. All fire. But he looked at me with awe and fear. "Impossible!". I don't know what happened next. But i remember seeing red. Fires everywhere. And an endless laughter as i see every inch of his study burning to ashes with him inside, unable to do anything but burn to a crisp.
shade_knyt t1_j0rvmh3 wrote
Reply to [WP] “I don’t think you get it”, the archmage said to his traitorous student. “I didn’t give up the sword because I am only good at magic or frail and weak. In fact, I was too good at it and that bored me.” by [deleted]
I just stood there, my old master In front of me. We exchanged gazes, as if we could talk without words. I knew he was never able to handle it. The power was too much for him. The sword seeks its own wielder, not the other way around. He finally decide to speak. "So, have you decided?" he asked, a smirk across his face. "About what?". His smirk grew wider. "About how i'm going to kill you!" he lashed out as bolts of ice flew across the room, grazing my right thigh. I cried out in pain, but i couldn't let myself fall. Not in front of him. My eyes were fixed on his, my anger was burning so deeply that fires were coming out of my eyes. "You will pay for her death! It was your choice and yours only!" i screamed in anger as i blasted him with fire. Using his own magic against him. "You could've saved her! You could've saved them all!" i kept screaming as burning balls of fire were shooting out of my palms in his direction. I let out a cry, one with pain and anger and resentment. One that, in hindsight, i shouldn't have. I could feel the fire consume me. All of me. My skin burning. Then it all faded to black. Next thing i remember was his dagger on my chest, ready to kill me. "No!" was my only reaction. He flew back a few meters from the blast. I looked in the mirror at my hands, my skin, my hair. All fire. But he looked at me with awe and fear. "Impossible!". I don't know what happened next. But i remember seeing red. Fires everywhere. And an endless laughter as i see every inch of his study burning to ashes with him inside, unable to do anything but burn to a crisp.