The Mages Rebellion

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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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.

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