{Then I became a mage. I was surprised to find out that I could gain magical powers through an artefact.}
….
Narene struggled to keep her eyes open despite the pains in her body. She couldn't cast any more healing spell for her magical energy was draining fast. Gritting her teeth, she crawled on all fours, her head muddled.
Fryssel was gurgling, choking under the influence of an invisible force that sucked at him. Narene raised a hand, preparing a spell.
Fryssel wasn't a mage and she was well aware that he was of no use to the Knights. They could kill him without a thought. She couldn't have it. Fryssel had been put under her care, making his life her responsibility.
Narene chanted her spell and spun it.
A whirlpool began, sucking and pulling on anything in the focus. The huge mass of air twisted and turned till they condensed into streaks of light that shot out with incredible speed. The Knight, however, side-stepped and the spell missed.
