Of course she had always known that learning how to fight as a battle mage was an entirely different thing from actually being in a battle.
And yet, now that she found herself amidst her very first battle, it truly sank in. There was nothing but the impulse to stay alive desperately, and if she had to die, to take as many enemies with her as she could. Everything else faded, and her head was strangely clear, allowing her to focus purely on slinging fireballs this way and a whirl of freezing cold the other.
Only later would the blood and death seep their way into her memories again.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
