A/n: Sorry for not posting for like forever. My bad lol. POV: You wrote this entire thing while blasting and trying (failing) to sing anime soundtracks.
!!!TW FOR THIS CHAPTER: STR@NGUL@TI0N, D3REALISTI0N YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!
Soren
Soren had only spent a week travelling with this guy, and he had already decided, this dude is annoying as fuck.
For starters, the man had a habit of taking control of every situation. It would almost be attractive if it wasn't so constant. Soren thinks. The guy would map out what pair of socks he plans for us both to wear if he could. Which leads onto the next thing, the cold-hearted coddling. Soren despises receiving almost any help, a bad habit he's been trying and failing to break. He hated nothing more then being a burden to others. But this guy was definitely not helping with his bad habits.
All Soren would do is try to help with something simple, like starting the campfire up with magic, and Zarek would be there, that irritatingly attractive scowl on his face.
"Aren't you supposed to be saving magic? It'll be a huge waste of my time if you're dead before we get there."
Yep, Soren was going to kill this man before they got even half way to their destination. He wasn't a child, he knew his own limits (and often tested the boundaries of those limits, but still!).
Not to mention, the fact that neither trusted the other at all made their travel together significantly more difficult. Soren was still confused as to how he was still alive. Why did Zarek help him? Was it the spell forcing the Edotarian to aid his enemy? Or perhaps this was all some set-up to help Edotaria find Evitare island?
No, there was no way anyone in Edotaria could know about Evitare.
Unfortunately, Soren knew he was going to have to take Zarek there to undo the spell. He could remove any memories related to it afterwards, but there was still a great risk involved for him and others.
Evitare was one of the only places in Dearotalm where Magic-users, and creatures could be safe. Soren would not let any harm come to it.
Even if it meant he'd have to kill someone to achieve just that.
His feelings of grim determination must have shown, because at that moment Kahlua snorted, nudging him as if to say 'lighten up'. He flicked the top of the horse's back where he sat, "I am nothing but sunshine and rainbows, you!". Kahlua tossed his head in response, continuing to walk across the grassy plains.
"Talking to that damn horse again?" The Edotarian mocked from the front of their little entourage. The rhythmic thump of hooves on earth is all that could be heard for a few seconds before the mage dryly replied.
"You know it."
Has the man never heard of animals with superior intelligence? Soren knew he had met animals five times more intelligent than this know-it-all.
Soren quickly grew bored of complaining in his head and decided to voice some of it aloud. Maybe if he pissed the guy off enough, he'd just evaporate into a steaming puddle of shiny metal. "Hey, can I have my dagger and bow back already?" The armoured one in front made a scoffing sound in the back of his throat.
"Sure, give the murderous witch behind me his weapons back, I don't see why that's a bad idea at all." Sarcasm about as subtle as a peacock dripped from his voice.
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|| The Chaos Mage ||
FantasySoren is a witch. A sorcerer. A Mage. In a realm where magic is treason, he is feared by many. What everyone doesn't know is that he is dyslexic and has been reading his spells wrong the entire time. Zarek is one of the most skilled and disciplined...
