Abel Magia & The Two Apprentices

Chapter 1 - Cain Magia

The tale begins on a calm night. On some desolate back dusty road, that leads to the home of the Magia clan. Through the thick of fog we see a shadow of a man, well to be more precise he is a sixteen-year-old boy, of whom in this era is now considered a man. He is Cain Magia. 

Cain is at least 6 ft tall and rather sturdy for his tender years. He wears a cloak, and his hood is up he is never one to give away to much to the imagination. Cain has a rather pale complexion, one might say he looks rather sickly, His thread like long black hair hangs down either side of his jaw and effortlessly blows in the light breeze. He has some very handsome features, including a strong chin, and perfect cheek bones.  His clothes are loose just the way he likes it. His cloak catches the breeze, and blows to the side, where we see In his sheath is a katana made of the finest steel.

Before too long Cain stops at the entrance to his home. There are two great iron gates. These gates are fastened on to two red brick pillars with matching high adjoining walls. These stone walls go all around the confines of the land owned by the Magia's. There is a huge stretching forest surrounding the grounds. 

Cain opened the gate and proceeded to walk down the lane. The path itself is long and winding. Leaves are rustling in the whistling wind.

After a while, the forest dissipates, and the path opens up to majestic lawns and flowerbeds that envelope the main avenues. Here is an atmosphere of tranquillity with a freshness in the air. 

Cain halts momentarily and inhales deeply am I ready he thought yes I believe I am. There he sees his home. Smoke is bellowing out from the chimney. There stands a great white house, made from English Portland stone, and mounted on a granite base. There are many steps that lead up to the door. Most notable are the gigantic pillars, that add further support to the buildings frame.  Cain keeps on walking sticking to the footpath, he walks around to the back of the mansion.

Cain then entered the back of the house. Upon entering Cain had set foot into the kitchen. Like most of the rooms in the house, the kitchen was of a considerable size. The Kitchen style was traditional. 

Cain stood for a moment, looking out the window clenching his fist. But then he heard the door creak open. In walked Cain's father Adam, a tall and proud man. His father had a warm glow on his face when he saw his son home, for it was late and he had begun to worry, but in contrast, Cain's expression was blank he showed little to no emotion.

"Cain my boy, where have you been? What's the matter with you?" Adam asked concernedly, with his arms open, in a welcoming gesture.

Cain pulled back his hood to reveal a menacing look. His eyes were red with rage, he looked sinister. His brow came down, and his nostrils flared he grit his teeth, It was clear Cain was in no mood to exchange niceties. This alerted Adam, who looked as though he had seen a ghost, he became pale and took a step back.

"My boy what is wrong?" Adam asked again, not liking the way his son was looking at him. He looked at his eldest son and for the first time he was frightened in his presence.

Cain then stretched out his arms and held his hands up, and fire exploded from his palms, directed toward his father who looked shocked. Much due to some quick thinking, Adam grabbed a silver serving dish, from the table and held it up to the flames. His quick thinking was enough to shield himself from the blaze but was knocked back by the shear power of his sons unprovoked attack.

"Why are you doing this my boy." Adam asked, trying to reason with the unreasonable Cain.

Adam was clearly stunned as he lay on the floor, looking up at his son. Cain showed no sign of sympathy and again he attacked, with both hands and again fire sprung forth from his palms. This time Adam defended himself with a spell known as a ward.