Magic.

Theodore pulled his robes around himself even tighter, as the storm increased in tenacity.

It was midnight, the soft snow crunched under his boots as he trotted.
Theodore was on Mount. Streya, on his way to the city that lay across this mountain, the city of Evyn. Fearful of being spotted, Theodore had to travel even in the night, and he lacked sufficient sleep. His body grew weary and tired, and soon, Theodore had no choice but to find a cave nearby to settle in.

The storm grew harsher, relentless, as if determined to stop him. Theodore produced a fire from his hands, warming himself up as the fire that was magically made crackled in the small cave. Theodore was a magician. The King, hearing of the news that Evyn was plotting a rebellion, had sent Theodore to Evyn as a spy. He was sent immediately to carry his task, and were to bring word to the King if the situation was indeed so. Theodore shuddered. War would only bring about pain to the people. War was never a good thing.

Evyn had magicians as well, and certainly were able to match those of the capital, Varden. A war would be disastrous, as magical battles had very high chances of destroying infrastructure , as well as people.

As weariness started to overcome him, Theodore drifted off to sleep.


The sound of wolves howling in the night startled Theodore, and woke him from his brief respite.
The Evyn trained wolves, and possibly had sent out search parties. There must have been a spy within the capital as well. Theodore put out the flame hastily, and set off from the cave.

By this time, the storm had eased much, and Theodore found traveling way easier.
He started to walk briskly, trying to cover as much ground before light dawned. After walking several meters, he noticed dark shapes in the distance. Theodore slowed down. Those shapes looked familiar...

Suddenly, 2 wolves came into view, dashing across the snow plains at high velocity. Theodore prepared himself. When the wolves were just a few meters away from him, Theodore raised his palms, facing the 2 wolves, and shot a wave of air towards them. The wolves did not expect that, and were flung quite far away. However, that did not keep them down, and they stood up again, leaping at him. He hastily put up a shield and blocked they're attack, followed by fire shooting out of his palms, burning the wolves. Their fur sizzled. The wolves were undeterred. They started circling around him. Theodore grew impatient. He opened his palms and closed them again. An invisible force held the wolves, and slowly, Theodore lifted them up. Then with all his might, he threw them on the ground, a short shock wave spreading out from the area they had been hit on. The wolves grew limp. Theodore relaxed a little. As he approached the 2 wolves, 2 fireballs flew towards him. Theodore put up his shield, but wasn't fast enough to stop the full brunt of the attack. His robe had been singed by abit. 2 magicians flew towards him, levitating at high speeds. Theodore was troubled.

One lone magician against two skilled magicians didn't prove to be a very advantageous situation. If his mana ran out, Theodore would be unable to win them. The 2 magicians cloaked themselves with their shield, and knocked Theodore. He flew off his feet and slid briefly in the snow. Theodore stood up, and send two fireballs towards one of the magician. He blocked it with ease. Theodore started to feel anxious. These two were obviously skilled magicians. He had to think of a way to win them. The two magicians started flinging all types of strikes towards him. Theodore blocked them with his shield. His mana was depleting slowly through these attacks. He had to think of a way. An idea suddenly dawned on Theodore. It wasn't a likely effective tactic, but it was worth a shot. As the 2 magicians fired the strikes towards him, Theodore started to deflect them back with his shield, redirecting the strikes towards the magicians. It took lots of concentration, and Theodore was not sure if it would work. The deflected strikes met the strikes the magicians sent out, and multiple explosions occurred as the magic dispelled each other. A form of smoke floated between Theodore and his enemies. He took this chance to levitate above, and floated above the 2 magicians. As the smoke cleared, the 2 magicians were puzzled to find Theodore missing. Theodore suddenly sent strikes from the ground below the 2 magicians. Hastily, they blocked the attack from below, but Theodore had already known they would. He bombarded the 2 magicians with multiple strikes to their back. Unguarded and surprised, they took the full brunt of the attack. The two magicians lay dead on the pristine snow. Theodore sighed, relieved he lived through this ordeal. He continued on his way towards the city of Evyn.


As dawn started to break, and the sun slowly peeked from the horizon, Theodore finally saw the city of Evyn. It was downhill from here, and would take less time traveling. His journey through this harsh environment would soon come to an end. Looking forward to a mug of cider and some decent food as compared to the rations he carried, Theodore continued trotting, smiling at the prospect of a proper bed the next night.


Heh, a short story written within an hour. No planning, not even a topic in mind. It just came out.
Hope you all will enjoy this story, comments are very very welcome! :)