Creating a golem (a mage in training, part 12)

After a tedious day of studying and bowing to cocky teachers, Ash wanted nothing more than her bed, however, she had a golem to create.  She couldn’t leave it until the morning as her first lesson was Familiar Creation… and she knew, just knew, she wasn’t going to wake up until the last warning bell sounded….

A class of mocking mages (a mage in training, part 11)

Her limbs killed, a chorus of moans escaping her lips as she dragged her broken body out from the thin blanket. She cursed mornings, calling the sun a hateful creature as she dressed in her mage gear. Ignoring the growl from her belly, she left for her first lesson. “Little late, aren’t we Ash?” The…

A room of masks

A dark room stands before you. It smells sweet, sickly sweet as if someone had poured sugar in every crevice to disguise the hidden, rotten contents. Shelves line the walls, dim lights above them to flaunt their wares. You walk in. They call so sweetly to you. Slowly, you edge closer, a shelf singing to…

All will fear her sugar tantrum

The child leapt through the street, a smile spread across her cheeks, pearly whites flashing. Her tiny white boots echoed ominously, the pitter patter a weirdly terrifying noise. An alarm sounded, the faint noise coming from a golden bell situated at the centre of the village. Murmurs started to appear. “She is coming!” Screamed a…

A wizard’s lack of hospitality

She knocked on the door, silence. She knocked on the door again, screaming emerged from inside the house. Annoyed, she continuously banged on the door until – “WHAT!” The wizard screamed, flinging the door back with such vigour it smacked him right in the face. Wincing, she stepped inside. “You invited me for dinner… remember?” She…

Singing magic (a mage in training, part 10)

Yes, she had won one battle… but the fight never ended. Ash’s body craved sleep, shoulders shaking with sheer exhaustion she hobbled to her room.  For years she lived in fear of the older mages, their strength and brutality a constant warning to the village girl inside her. That was when she was younger, now,…

A necromancer’s​ power

Laughing manically, he stood. The dead rose with him, twisted arms and legs full of rotting flesh. Yes, he thought, his army would devour this town, consume this country, devastate this – “E-excuse me?” A voice spoke. He turned to his loyal subjects, his minions, his – “I don’t feel so good.” The voice spoke again….

A broken mage (a mage in training, part 9)

Getting back to the guild was anything but easy, her legs stung, eyes burned, but with blinding anger to push Ash, she eventually made it. The sun had long ago set, Yue, instead, was rising. Her friends powerful white light a comforting warmth against her back, supporting her as she entered through the elaborate wooden…

Frozen amongst sand (a mage in training, part 8)

Colours swirled as if floating on water, dancing the bright colours seemed to merge with one another, a washed rainbow. From blossoming pinks to an ocean blue, suddenly, a black filled the space. Tendrils pushing out to the other colours, appearing like veins, it sucked the other colours until the only thing left was the dark….