2025-02-18 00:49:18The next day, it was a bright and beautiful morning in the magical school, a school for magicians. Mason sat on a bench under a large oak tree near the entrance of the school courtyard, his hands clenched tightly in frustration as he explained everything to his friend Tony. The usual noise and chatter of students filled the air, but Mason was lost in his thoughts. Tony sat beside him, listening quietly, his expression darkened as Mason revealed what had transpired between him, Aurora and john.
"So you're telling me Aurora left you after you caught her cheating with John?" Tony asked with disbelief in his voice.
"She didn't even deny it, Tony. She just acted like it was normal, like it was my fault for not being good enough for her. I've heard students gossiping about me being weak because I don't have magic yet, but to hear it from her... it's crazy" Mason said with anger in his eyes.
"That's low, Mason. Real low, I knew she wasn't exactly a saint but cheating on you with John?, that bastard who has been looking down on people for years because his father owns the biggest new company. And then to get you fired on top of everything?That's just cruel" Tony said angrily as he clenched his fists.
Mason's gaze shifted from tiny to where Aurora stood across the courtyard. She was surrounded by a group of students, including john, laughing as if nothing had happened. Her arm was linked with John's hand and she looked relaxed as though what happened yesterday had no effect on her at all.
"That's them, look at them, acting like I'm the villain in this story" Mason muttered bitterly with his eyes filled with disdain.
Tony turned his gaze towards the group. John was standing tall, smirked as he talked to his friends, one of them his Arthur. A guy who usually bullied Mason. John, who is rich and has a magical background, was giving him an aura of superiority. Aurora on the other hand looked like she was enjoying the attention she was receiving, completely unbothered by the chaos she had caused.
"I swear, people like them think they can walk all over others because they have power. It's disgusting" Tony said.
"She said I was useless, tiny. That I was nothing because I didn't have magic and wasn't rich. All the times I thought she cared about me, but turns out, she was just waiting for someone like John to come all along, someone she thinks is better" Mason said with disdain in his eyes.
"That's bullshit, man. You don't need magic or money to have value. People like Aurora, John and his guys are shallow. They only care about power and status and that makes them weak in their own way. You have something they don't have, and that is determination m you're going to find your magic and when you do, they'll be the ones who are afraid" Tony said.
"I wish it was that simple. The way they look at me, the way everyone looks at me.. it's like I don't even matter like I'm invisible " Mason said.
Tony glanced at the group again. John's loud arrogant voice echoed across the courtyard.
"Yeah, I fired that loser yesterday, didn't even need to lift a finger. He came crawling in with his resignation letter. Guess he finally realized he's not cut out for a job with people like us" John said.
"I told him it was over. Why would I stay with someone who has no future?John has everything, money, connections and a powerful magician family, Mason's nothing compared to him" Aurora said before laughing out a high-pitched sound.
Mason's heart raced with anger as he heard her words. It was as if she had completely erased every good moment they shared. His chest tightened, but Tony placed a hand on his shoulder to ease him.
"Don't listen to them, Mason, people like that thrive in making others feel small. They're not worth it". Tiny said calmly as he began to reach for his magical wand.
But Mason could help the rage inside him.
"I want to prove them wrong, Tony. I need to show them I'm not weak. I need to show everyone" Mason voices out calmly.
"And you will, you just need time. Once your magic awakens, they won't be able to say a word" Tiny replied.
As Mason stared at Aurora and John from a distance , the anger inside him only fueled his determination. He would find a way to unlock his powers and get his wand no matter what it took. When he did, he would make sure people like John, Arthur and Aurora could never look down on him again.
Tony could see the intensity In Mason's eyes as they both sat under the large oak tree, the distant laughter of John and Aurora echoing in the background like an insult. Mason's jaw was right, his hands were shaking in frustration. Tony had known Mason for years, long enough to recognize when something had broken inside him, something that wouldn't easily be fixed. Tony moved closer to Mason, lowering his voice.
"What do you want to do, Mason?, I can tell you're not going to let this slide,"Tony said, Mason's eyes darkened, his gaze was hard as he looked at Tony.
"I want what John has, I want his wand and his spell book. I want to be a powerful magician like him, but stronger " Mason said with no hesitation in his voice.
Tony blinked, slightly shocked. Mason had never spoken like this before, not with this level of intensity. The mason he knew had always been quiet, frustrated by his lack of magic but never knew to think of such dark ambitions. This was different m
There was something cold in the way he spoke, as if he had already made up his mind about the path he wanted to take.
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The broken earth still smoked from the last clash, and the cries of the wounded hung faint in the air. Yet no one moved. No one breathed. Every soldier, every priest, every king, all stared at the figure of black fire that had stepped from the east.It was not whole. It was not finished. Yet it stood tall, crowned in flame, its body shifting like smoke made flesh.And when it spoke, the world shivered. “You cannot kill what is not finished.”The words slid into every ear like knives. Men cried out, clutching their heads. Some dropped their swords, stumbling back. Others turned and ran, their screams tearing across the field.The kings shouted, their voices desperate. “Hold the line!” “Stand, you fools!” But their words carried no weight. Fear moved faster than command.Priests fell to their knees, chanting broken prayers. Some wept, some tore at their robes, others stared at the shadow with glassy eyes, whispering, “It is the end. It is the end.”The line buckled. The army was breaki
Chapter 127
The drums did not stop. All through the night, they beat. Slow, heavy, endless. Each sound rolled across the valley like thunder, rattling armor, shaking bones.When dawn broke, the horizon burned black. The sky glowed as if it had been cut open, spilling fire darker than coal. From that fire, shapes began to march.The shadow host.Soldiers rose from their blankets, their eyes hollow with no sleep. They gripped spears and swords with trembling hands. Some prayed aloud, whispering the names of gods. Others kissed small tokens, rings, cloth, bits of home, before fastening armor with pale fingers.The kings argued even now.King Alaric shouted hoarse. “We cannot face this! Pull the banners back! Save the men while we can!”Queen Seraya snarled at him. “If we run, we are already dead. Do you not see? The shadow will chase us to the ends of the world!”Lord Brennar struck the table with his scarred fist. “Enough! The men need leaders, not cowards. If you flee, then flee. But I will stand.
Chapter 126
The march east did not grow easier. Each day the air grew heavier, darker, as if the very sky bent low with dread. The land was sick beneath their feet. Ash drifted over fields where no fire had been. The rivers they crossed ran black, thick as oil, and the priests whispered that the water carried curses.Soldiers grew silent. At first, they marched with songs and cheers. Now they moved with bowed heads, their boots dragging, their voices hushed. Every sound felt swallowed by the land itself.On the seventh day, they found a village burned to nothing. But unlike the others, this one held no corpses on the ground. Instead, the air carried whispers. Faint, chilling voices rose from the ashes, as if the dead still begged for water, for mercy, for life.The soldiers froze. Some clutched their ears, others fell to their knees. A priest cried out, “The shadow binds their souls! This is Vazquez’s work!”Mason stood in the center of the ruin, silent, his silver eyes scanning the ash. His s
Chapter 125
The messenger’s words still hung in the tent like smoke. “The east burns. Vazquez’s remnants gather. The shadow is not dead.”No one moved. The kings sat frozen, their crowns heavy on their heads, their eyes wide and pale. The generals stared at the messenger as though the words themselves were poison.It was Queen Seraya who spoke first. Her voice was low, sharp as a knife. “Then all our arguments mean nothing. If the shadow marches, none of us can stand alone.”King Alaric snarled, his hand clenching the table. “And you would put us all under him?” He jerked his chin toward the camp outside. “That… creature who walks in fire?”“Creature or not,” said Lord Brennar, his scarred hands steady, “he is the only one the men will follow now. You know it. I know it. Deny it if you wish, but the fire has already crowned him.”The tent erupted again. Voices clashed, curses flew, pride and fear filled the air like smoke, then the flap opened, and Mason entered.He did not storm in. He did not s
Chapter 124
The fire shuddered. The great column of flame, tall as a tower, trembled as though it would tear itself apart. Sparks burst in every direction. The heartbeat thundered, faster, stronger, rattling armor and splitting stone.Men screamed. Women wept. Some fell to their knees, pressing their foreheads into the ash. Others stumbled back, hands over their faces, crying that the fire would consume them all.The priests raised their arms higher, their voices shrill. “The Saint is here!” they shouted. “The Flame Eternal rises!”But even their cries cracked with fear, for the fire shook like a living beast ready to break free.The column of fire began to fold inward.At first it sank slowly, as if collapsing under its own weight. Sparks spiraled down, drifting like burning snow. The glow dimmed to gold, then to red, the edges shrinking smaller and smaller.A whisper spread through the crowd. “It’s fading. It’s over. He’s gone again.”Some soldiers sobbed in despair. Others sagged in relief, b
Chapter 123
The altar was gone. In its place stood fire. A column of flame towered from the earth, white at its heart, gold at its edges, sparks falling like embers of a forge. The light blinded the valley, brighter than sun, searing the eyes of all who looked upon it. Heat washed over the battlefield, heavy and suffocating.The heartbeat shook the ground again. Once. Twice. Steady, louder, stronger. Men fell to their knees, some in awe, others in terror. Priests shrieked and wept. Kings shielded their faces with their cloaks. Soldiers cried out to gods old and new. The flame pulsed. Shadows leapt and twisted across the broken stones. For an instant, shapes seemed to move inside the fire. One priest cried out, his eyes wide and wet. “I see him! The Saint walks with wings of fire!” He tore at his robe, beating his chest with bloody fists. “Bow! Bow before the Flame Eternal!”Another priest laughed, wild and broken. “No! Look! A crown of light rests upon his brow. He is the king of fire, ruler o
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