Misfortune Without A Conscience #Wattys2017

Chapter 1-4

I had always been hesitant to equip my tainted wand, it was a certain charred stick made of sacred wood which I had inherited from a father's friend. The durable material made it distinguishable among the others; it truly was a precious one indeed; I had even named it; "Misfortunes' Scepter", it was scarcely because the essence it sustains emitted genuine abolition; from which I disliked. Such dangerous weapons like this is believed to be so rare; yet somehow from mere coincidence; I had obtained it without realising. Perhaps it were to be powerful; but my indisposition of it certainly makes it way weaker than it was meant to be; maybe it wanted a suitable wielder, and I wasn't truly capable of handling it. The handle was painted with a faint gilded colour, it was almost as if it were a staff considering its composition, but you could tell that I perhaps didn't care or wasn't worthy.

With the contemplation, or rather instinct; I had proceeded to wield my wand and to proceed with caution. The undulating scent had augmented my hunger, yet somehow displeased it. It was almost as if my urge for food was no longer present; or perhaps it was just satisfied by my worry-some stance. It was almost as if I had forgotten my compulsion for food; just due to the incentive and fear I had for the group of people. There were four of them; people like the Piddacs are dressed far differently compared to the rest of the Saih, they were fairly distinguishable upon the rest of the community.

Just as I was deep in thought, a bird had fluttered behind my back, with its unpleasant chirp having me agitated, and well, obviously noticed. "Who was that?!", an inarticulate voice emitted from the pack. Piddacs were not commonly capable of speaking English, this had led me to conjecture that perhaps these were the higher classes, or some sort. I had proceeded to reveal myself through impulse; this was of course a relatively foolish move. Somehow I thought it would succeed in having them caught off guard. Somehow I was right indeed, I wasn't entirely sure how. "Solar Blast!", a blazing discharge through my wand had appeared, the flaring entity had sent 2 of the Piddacs flying across the forest. This was a pivotal spell I had mastered just recently through the teachings of a renowed teacher for whom led the classes of spells. He was considered, relatively esteemed in respect to the magical community.

The predicament occurred in split seconds, as the two were left unable to continue fighting, and the other two proceeded to equip their wand. I casted a spell in quick stance, "Exparis!", which disabled their ability to move, supposed petrification really. That was really a temporary solution, which was foolish in my perspective considering once I had casted that spell; I could not do so another, I had ran out of mana. Mana was the constituent energy that allows us to use magic; this was what had segregated us from the ordinary human beings; the ability to create mana. The strength of a wizard or witch is often determined by their speed in regaining mana; in this case of course, I was still mastering.

My intuition which followed up was to escape from the vicinity. I was acknowledged that I could not perform a warping spell of some sort as I had used all my mana. Which then I had continued to pace forwards through the dusky forest; for which seemed like it hasn't been occupied or perhaps roamed for long. It's overcast atmosphere gave the impression so, there seemed to be no other habitants lurking through the shadows upon my arrival; perhaps some disliked to be around in dusk, which I had not. The grimy and murky proximity had made my vision unclear, it had came to the point where I was just walking around without any intentions.

It was then that I felt something gradually approaching me through the darkness. It was something that had sensed me and seemingly followed me the entire time. Perhaps that was the explanation for the barely fertile land, the muted area and the seemingly incomprehensible scent of acridness. It was then I had realised I was in grave danger as fear overwhelmed me.