"The Source of All Magic."
This was what Barry, an ordinary guy with an ordinary name had looked for in his quest for the Magium, joining a deadly mage tournament against the most powerful mages in the world - in the hopes of accomplishing his lifelong dream of becoming a mage.
The Tournament had ended, and so had his adventures across the Varathian Continent - the Great continent of intelligent beasts, ancient civilizations long forgotten, magic and prophecies.
The Continent now stood reduced to ashes.
Barry found himself in the face of an imminent death looming over him. At long last, the prophecy had come to its fulfillment, but none of his friends stood by him anymore. The only sounds that managed to tear through the eerie silence were the hue and cry of a thousand banshees, growing ever so distant, and the constant beeping of his Stat device. The only man left standing other than Barry was the familiar stillwater in his pajamas, who stared off into the distance with his eyes wide open, defeated - moments before he was wiped out of existence, like all the others that had come before him.
Barry was left all alone - all that he had ever loved and cherished upto his final moments were taken away from him. What was once a ragtag band of a healer in armour, a shape-shifting giant, a 9 year old and her two banshees, a female mage and a normal guy with no magic - the same ragtag band destined to save the world, now lay buried within the ashes, with its last member still standing defiant against the all-consuming Magium.
Then again, all that had happened so far seemed so impossible in the first place. How else does an ordinary guy from the Western Continent turn out to be the Prince of some ancient race? How does a group of the most random mages and fighters manage to slay Gods and become the chosen ones? Yet every word of it was true.
Time and again, he had overcome hurdles that seemed impossible to leap over. But this... This was the end. He closed his eyes shut, and finally embraced the inevitable, having challenged his fate for far too long. He thought back to the many lives that were lost, while all he did was watch helplessly. A calming, blue light engulfed the entire world around him, drowning him within itself.
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They say there is a very fine line between bravery and stupidity.
As the explosions far away in the forest rang in his ears once again, Barry opened his eyes to the world around him, his 28-year old self stranded in the ever so familiar lands. He felt as though he had been frozen in time for what felt like a brief moment, but memories of which seemed a millennia old.
He gulped in shock, as the winds of the Magical Continent greeted him once more.
The Magium Tournament... had begun again.
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Magium: The Chronicles of Varathia
FantasyMagium - The most ancient of artifacts, believed to be the source of all magic. At long last, Barry had acquired the one thing he had looked for his entire life. In his hands was the key to achieve his lifelong dream - the grand prize for his victo...
