Red Chronicles - New Exodus

Chapter 23. Battle Mage

The sun rose above Gordul and Fardota. The fortresses were silent. There was no longer any soldier in them. No Gistor, no Norvagit, no Roswador.

The sun was rising above the horizon.

The sky was blood red.

And so was floor of Fardota and ground all around it. Dead soldiers were laying everywhere. A few scavengers were running around the place picking Roswadorian weapons or armor.

Gistor and Norvagit camp was set behind the line of fortresses and soldiers in it were celebrating their bloody victory.

King arrived yesterday and with the help of his troops they were able to deal forceful hit to the forts. The break point of the battle anyway appeared only after soldiers found secret tunnel after a few Roswadors ran out of it.

They attacked from the inside and slaughtered Roswadors.

In a near forest up on the hill was a person, watching the camp down under the fortresses and counting enemy soldiers, trying to find where is their king right now.

It was Wizzy.

He managed to escape the fight with a couple of soldiers, by collapsing a part of the wall and running down through its ruins.

The soldiers were behind him laying on the ground around a small fire. They were all tired from the fight and they were desperate.

Wizzy turned back to them and slowly crippled down the hill.

- "Get up men we need to go. We must bring the message about the defeat to Tora. They have to be warned so they could fortify themselves in time."

The soldiers looked at him and one of them said.

- "With all due respect to the fact we still live thanks to you, you are not our commanding officer. It was lord Harald and he is dead now. And as far as we are concerned you maybe have fooled him but we know you are not any high posted marshal. You are at best magister from school of magics and that is only if you actually have any post."

Wizzy was silent. Then he also silently nodded and lifted two stones a big one and a small one. He pressed the big one and held the small one so they could see it. The big stone suddenly turned into dust in his hand and the small one changed.

It was yellow. Shiny. Golden.

Soldiers opened their eyes wide and looked at the shiny golden piece. Wizzy then bent again and picked a bigger stone.

Soldiers expected him to turn it into gold as well.

- "You see, magic is very powerful force it can change objects it can grant healing and also..."

He pressed the stone and the fire rose from the fireplace and flew straight at the impudent soldier which was immediately set on fire. He started screaming and rolling over.

Soldiers jumped away from him as he was burning on the ground.

- "And also it can hurt." finished Wizzy.

He then pressed the golden piece and the fire was extinguished. Soldier was really badly burnt and still screaming in pain.

- "You see, I could also force you to go with me by controlling your mind. But it would be harder than if I let you to fight on your own. I can reward you if you go with me, if your soldier's wage is not enough for you. Or if your dignity isn't strong enough that you would go to warn others on your own initiative. I would just like to know if you'd like to join me or him before we head out." said Wizzy and pointed at burnt soldier.