The prince of mages

The prince of Mages

Chapter 1 : The awakening of power

In the vast magical world, diverse and infinitely challenging, there existed different stories. One of them was about a battle, so extraordinary that it became legendary and passed through the ages. The formidable battle between an emperor as powerful as he was just, and a sorcerer whose very existence defined the abomination.

It was a confrontation as terrible as it was inevitable that every people thought they had to understand and approve of. A war of all times between good and evil, light and darkness.

But the truth was never simple or what each race claimed was reality. Not to mention the deceptive appearances and manipulations that were the real causes of their blindness.

The great battle had taken place at the top of a black mountain named by the guardian sorcerers - Stanys, which in ancient languages meant "the dwelling of the chosen ones of evil", a remote and unknown territory to the common man, hence the choice of the black sorcerer to build his immense kingdom, a city of freedom and darkness that he hoped would be inaccessible to all.

And recognizing his mistake, he foresaw the imminent arrival of his greatest enemy, preparing himself as best he could, using all his talent, his great strength, his will and his magic, sparing no effort, in order to wage the fight of his life. Even though he was perfectly aware of the inevitable outcome.

In the Chamber of Spells, equipped with his thick book of invocations, proudly wearing a dark battle uniform, protected by thick armor, and complemented by a long cloak of a dark night sovereign, the sorcerer had the desperate desire and ambition to summon a beast, the biggest, most powerful and cruelest one there is, to balance as best he could the long awaited battle. With his hands outstretched, he radiated and recited a spell in a deep and gloomy voice. Soon, the entire wall behind him, inscribed with darkly glowing magic hieroglyphics, liquefied and turned into a thick fog, giving access to a colossal door that opened and let out a monster as black as it was sordid, immense and powerful, with thick, rough skin covered with stones, and whose coldness would have frozen any weak being. A monster like the magician had probably dreamed of. Moreover his sinister yellow eyes, devoid of light, looked around him with an abject greed that enchanted his master. The latter smiled triumphantly as he admired the monster he had succeeded in summoning.

But as he prepared to evoke a new spell, a deep and sardonic voice suddenly rose, resonating throughout the room with a force that made even the foundation stones tremble and gradually dissipated the heavy black clouds created by the dark spells.

"Oh, that's an impressive beast you have there, Goem." Then he added with a sardonic burst of laughter: "And I am a master at it. »

"Of course, since you are one yourself," the sorcerer cynically thought. "And the worst of all.»

The magic voice continued.

"Mine will be especially happy to play with it. I mean, in the short time this thing can resist him."

It was then that powerful magic sparks invaded the place and dissipated the remnants of darkness that filled it, which otherwise had no chance to resist.

Seeing this extraordinary demonstration of strength, the sorcerer, boiling with fury and yet feeling fear crawl towards him like treacherous shadows, stood up and freed his body from the waves of black mist, then he cried out.

"Good. Now that you have finally decided to come, show yourself to the light, if I may say so."

"Oh, and humorist in addition to your many talents. I'm finally going to have a good time in your company, if you also allow me this expression, dear opponent! »

And as soon as his sneer subsided, a whole wall collapsed under the pressure of phenomenal power, and the arrogant and strong ruler, with an unbearable mocking laughter, wearing a magnificent white and shiny metal armor and a long grey velvet coat, mounted on a huge winged beast whose beautiful silvery fur shone at the slightest light, brandished a magic sword at his enemy.

"I am here, Goem. And dazzled with all the light necessary so that you see only me. And I am happy to see that you have prepared yourself as best you could for our fight. For, as you have surely understood, the time has come for me to put an end to your existence. »

"And what finally decided you?" the opponent asked curtly, clearly nurturing a murderous desire.

The sovereign shrugged his shoulders, a small sardonic pout on his face.

"Who knows? To any other, I could have bothered to cite various reasons, even noble ones, if it would reassure him. Reasons such as justice, duty, liberty, and they will have no other choice, no other desire than to believe me? But to you, who are almost perfectly aware of my real nature, I would simply say boredom. In short," he concluded with a careless gesture, "whatever the reason, I'm going to put an end to what all these weak and whining people haven't had the power to do."

The dark magician sneered fiercely.

"For someone who is voluntarily on my territory, you are very arrogant to think that you could beat me there."

"But I am." The visitor confirmed with confidence. "And whatever you say, you would have, I know, given everything, including this disgusting city that you seem to love so much, to my great surprise moreover, for it not to be true."

Then, going on the offensive, the creature of darkness opened its big mouth and launched a powerful shot at his arrivals. But its radiant and very quick opponent protected himself by creating a huge spherical shield around him and his master and easily stopped the attack. The haughty ruler patted his creature's fur, satisfied.

"Good work, my boy. Now I'm going to let you have your fun. I only hope for your sake that he will resist long enough to satisfy you."

And his master jumped off his back with superb skill.

"Have a good time!"

The silvery creature rushed towards the black monster, who did the same, growling, roaring like a beast flying towards its destiny. Their terrible collision destroyed the entire room. While the black magician, drawing his sword, ready to fight, waited with a firm foot for the emperor who rushed towards him, his sword of light, skillfully brandished, and clearly displaying the expression of someone who did not doubt his victory. And deep inside, although it hurt him deeply, the magician never forgot this reality.