Magus memoirs

Old Allies

Rains dragon golem familiar.^^^ cause I believe being op is overrated. So he'll need help this time, half dead and such.

---Rains POV---

I  stepped out of the carriage, and sent Casti inside to guard them. I trusted Lucinda, but you can never be too sure.

I ran towards where Lucinda had pointed, and there, at the bottom of the cliffs, boats were docking, sending soldiers ashore.

I silently closed the path to the top of the cliff, so that they couldn't run, and started sinking ships.

I stood on the cliff and drew the monstrous bow I'd made. I drew a Javelin/arrow, and stretched the bowstring, shoulders hissing.

I filled it with a piece of energy, enough to pierce the hull. I wanted it to sink the ship.

I shot the farthest ship, the hull splintering with the force of the impact. It immediately started sinking, soldiers swimming to shore. Some of them.

The arrow sped back, and seated itself in my quiver.

The ones who got to shore looked around, scared, and I left them be. They're stuck.

I shot the next boat that was retreating, and the javelin sliced through the hull, slamming into the bow at the front. It sank.

I kept shooting, until my limbs were like lead, stiff and weak. Finally, all the ships were sank, all 50, but I couldn't move my body very well.

I put away the bow, and sat down. I was absolutely drained, and my body was too heavy.

I could let them starve down there... Then I thought of something. My golems. I'd made many, from what I'd seen. Maybe one is nearby, we are near the mountains, and therefore Lucinda's home.

I pulled my pipe, and played a simple melody, calling all of my creations other than Casti to me. It didn't cost much mana, but I was already so tired that I passed out.

---Drakes POV---

I was slumbering, like usual.

I liked sleep.

I'd slept for two weeks this time.

I needed only fire as sustenance, and living in a hellfire/lava pit under the glass plains was a wonderful way to get it.

I'd been created after the plains, oddly enough. I was only three, that I knew. I counted the approximate amount days.

It was around 1085-1120 days ago I awoke to my new masters voice, telling me I was a 'dragon', my name was 'Drake', and that he had created me from metal and fire, so I had to eat fire to live.

I settled back down, but heard a strange melody. It called to me. Hmm. Should I follow? I wonder. I think I will, to sooth my curiosity.

I swam out of the lava, shook myself off, and set off in search of the sound, taking flight after three quick running leaps.

---Roans POV---

I was in the middle of explaining the biology of a rabbit to my student, Faine.

He was a good student, a quick learner, and a good temporary lord for the forest.

Recently, Lucinda had moved us and the entire mountain and valley into 'beneath the hill' the elven hidden realm, where space didn't matter.

The entire place was behind a door in a two feet by three feet sapling. As the tree grew, the place got bigger exponentially.

I quite liked it.