I wake up with tears running down my face. I wiped them off and saw my mentor in the doorway. His eyes filled with panic and fear, he said in a trembling voice, "Glamos. Hide." I looked at him with confusion "Hide? Hide from what?" he didn't respond. "There is a latch beneath the bed," he said. There were voices outside the house. "Where are they?" said a thundering voice. My eyes trailed to his sheath there was a bronze sword. One that looked like it wasn't going to do much damage. There was a loud thud. "HIDE NOW!" He barked at me. "Ahhh here you are." He looked to his side.
An arrow flew by. Piercing the light armor he had. Time had slowed, my heart stopped, my breath left. He hit the ground muttering his last words. "hide…" But I couldn't move. Whether it was fear or shock I couldn't seem to move a muscle. There was a hollowness in his eyes. No, not now. I don't want to lose him. I ran up to his side there at the entrance, and there was a broad-shouldered man. Bandit, I was guessing, and behind him was a person cowering behind their hood. Bow in hand and an arrow ready.
Tears started streaming down my face. "No.No.NO" "YOU BASTARDS," I screamed at them. The broad-shouldered man laughed, "What are you going to do about it?" My sadness went to something else. Rage. My blood boiled, My eyes went red, the heat went through my veins. My eyes filled with fury. My body felt as if it was a bottle ready to pop, And I was about to take the cap off. I released what I felt inside of me. My skin went red, heat vented throughout my body. My palms lit with fire and soon my body was engulfed by fire. Yet I felt no heat, no warmth. Just anger. The bandits were shocked. I compressed the fire into a ball and threw it at them. They narrowly dodged. The edge of the archer's jacket caught on fire. He patted it off. He launched an arrow at me. I didn't even try to dodge. The arrow melted and dropped on the stone floor.
How the floor didn't melt I wasn't sure. If an arrow was melted coming close to me but melted, then the floor should've melted. I looked down at my feet, except I didn't have any feet, well not now at least. My mind focused back on the bandits. I held my palm out aiming at the broad-shouldered man and a gout of fire burst out of my palm. The broad-shouldered man burst into flames and shrieked in agony. The fire subsided and all that was left was ashes.
The archer ran, but he didn't get far. I launched a fireball at one of his legs. It hit him and he went down. He yelled out in pain. I raised my hand at his body and thought of reversing the flow of the flames. The flames bent to my will and leaped off of him and into my hand. The lower portion of his body was black, like overcooked meat. He was gasping for air. I pointed my palm at his head and in a distorted voice I said, "WHO SENT YOU!!??"
Flames ran around my fingers as if it had a mind of its own. He lifted his finger up behind me and said it barely loud enough for me to hear, "He did." I turned around and was splashed with water. Pain erupted throughout my body. I was in pain. My flames died out and just before I blacked out I heard a shriek.
I had sore spots everywhere. I couldn't sleep; every time I tried to, this person hit me with a stick. I couldn't fight back mostly because I was in a cage on a rickety cart and every time I had several wounds in my shoulders, legs, and chest, and I didn't intend to get more. My eyes drooped struggling to stay awake. I got hit with a stick again. "STOP THAT!" I yelled. He looked back at me he put his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Sorry," I mumbled. "You better be sorry boy," he said in a gruff voice. "You know I could get quite the load of coin off you kid." "Magic-users are worth quite a bit as war slaves."
I sighed. "I'm not a magic-user. I don't know what you are talking about, Sir."
"Don't lie to me kid."
"I'm not."
"My sellers say that they saw you light on fire and not get one burn mark on you."
"That wasn't me." He pulls out his sword and points it at my neck. "I could kill you anytime boy. Just know that." The bushes rustle. Something shines in between the leaves. "What th-" His sentence is cut short. A spark of light and both him and I are blinded. Footsteps rush towards the carriage.
There are grunts of pain and the sound of solid blows. Thud! I guess my capturer is the one who hit the ground. A female voice speaks to me, "Why are you in this cage?" My vision clears. A girl not much older than me glares at me waiting for a response. A pointed hat with a crimson tint lies atop of her head. In her hand, lies a wooden serpent with a sapphire crystal inside its mouth, and she wears a black cloak covering all parts of her body except her hand. She is clearly going for the wizard look. She raises her wand "What? are you going to hurt me with your wand?" I say in a tone that one speaks to a child with.
" Yes. And it's not a WAND, OK. IT IS SCEPTRE!." Her voices raises. "Feisty," I say just loud enough for her to hear. "The Mighty Alexis Shall not stand for your BELITTLEMENT."
"Did you really just go third person on yourself?" I ask. There is a slight look of embarrassment on her face.
I turn my head to see the body of my capturer. She looks at his body raises her "Scepter" and an apparition of a wolf appears and tears at the neck of my capturer. Blood sprays everywhere. I look at her wide-eyed. I fumble with my words. She looks at me with a serious face, her wand pointed at my face, and lines of lighting crawling over the sapphire sphere. "I said tell me why you're in this cage."
"This is a misunderstanding," I say as I point to the cage. "That idiot thinks. Thought." I corrected myself "That I was a magic-user even though I've never even seen magic before."
I could tell she was deep in thought. She looks at me and zaps me with a small bolt of lighting. I shake erratically and then after one or two minutes of nerve overload, I blackout. Again.
I don't think blacking out twice a week is good for your health. Or is being zapped by lightning, or having your flames put out when you're a being made of flames. But those things seemed to have happened pretty recently.
In Front of the trees that are looming above us is a man I don't seem to recognize. He looks about a man in his fifties. "Come on Glamos." says the man. I almost instantly recognize it. The voice. It's my mentor's voice. Leaves are swirling down out of the trees, light shines like little needles. The shade is kind of refreshing. My eyes close, and I doze off. We were being attacked. I had a feeling of despair and a feeling of needing to defend my mentor. My mind filled with images of my Mentor being attacked.
My body morphed. My arms flaked with dirt. Bits of roots in my arms as if I was a piece of animated dirt. My fists were made of wood, my feet replaced by long spindly pieces of wood. My first instinct. Protect mentor. I smashed my fists into the ground. Instead of my arms being stopped they went inside the ground.
The ground rose up coming closer and closer to the attackers then, my arms burst from underneath the nearest attacker and wrapped my arms around his legs. I dragged him underneath the ground and pulled him out through a hole near me. His body was bent in a way no humans should bend. But that didn't matter, I stretched my arms to the next attacker merging my twig-like fingers into a stake, and driving it through the remaining attacker's leather armor. Blood gushed out his stomach covering the wooden stake in crimson color.