Death Before Defeat

Chapter 4

I wrote this around 2 am last night so don’t blame me if it makes no sense-

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Elias was running through the streets of his hometown, hoping that his friend had come for a visit. Three years had passed since he met Cyrus, and they had been best friends ever since.

The sorcerer was a busy kid, when Elias asked if he could visit more often his answer was always the same. 'I've got a lot to do, Eli, sorry.'

Elias thought it was a bit weird, since he was only two years older than himself. What could he possibly have to do at this age?

Elias only had to worry about not getting lost, kidnapped or attacked.

Cyrus always made sure to visit him at least once a week and today was the day he’d promised he’d be there. 

Elias excitedly ran to one of the old trees near the edge of the village and plopped down onto the grass, humming to himself. 

Soon enough, Cyrus appeared from behind the tree and dropped down next to Elias, a soft smile on his face.

“Hi! How was your week?” Elias asked as soon as his friend got settled, smiling brightly.

“It was good,” Cyrus said, grinning and leaning over. “I can get my own sorcerer's staff next month when I turn eighteen! I’m sure it will look amazing.” He said, leaning back against the tree with a content smile. 

Elias beamed at him. “That’s awesome! I know how long you’ve been waiting for one of those. I’m sure the jewel will look as pretty as your eyes.” 

“You know, I could teach you a simple spell if you’d like? I’m sure humans have enough magic in them for that.” Cyrus offered.

“Really? I’d love that!” Elias exclaimed. He then remembered to keep his voice down. The villagers didn’t seem to like Cyrus as much. “What kind of spell do you think I could try?”

“We could try making a flower.” Cyrus said, standing up and holding out his hand.

Elias didn’t hesitate to take it, blushing a little bit. “That sounds great!”

The sorcerer hummed and went to stand behind him. Cyrus was a good foot or two bigger than Elias himself, making it easy for him to look over Elias’ shoulder. He took Elias’ hands and guided them so his palms were resting on the back of Elias' hand.

“The spell is ‘Grævou’, it means flower.” Cyrus said softly, letting go of Elias’ hands and taking a step backwards.

Elias blushed, feeling the warmth of Cyrus’ hands and body fall away, and shook his head to clear his thoughts. He brought his hands closer to his mouth. “Grævou.” He whispered.

Almost immediately a faint glow appeared in his hands and seconds later a small daisy sat in his palm. Elias looked at it with wide eyes.

“I did it!” Elias exclaimed, shoving his hands in Cyrus’ face.

“You did! And on your first try too!” Cyrus said, studying the daisy proudly.

Elias took the daisy in one hand and held it out for his friend, giving a shallow bow. “For you, my bestest friend.” 

Cyrus placed a hand on his chest and gasped. “For me? Why thank you my bestest best friend.”

He took the flower and held it between his hands, whispering a different spell. He then placed it in his breast pocket. “Now it will never wither.”