Rising of the Weakest Mage

Vol 1- Prologue

He was almost completely out of breath, just about ready to collapse. He had been on the run longer than he could think about, trying to escape from his chasers. If he stopped for even for one moment, he would be captured, and killed. Every second wasted was another second closer to his death.

"Halt!," the voices from behind him shouted, as they frantically ran to catch up to him.

I need to lose them, he thought as he continued to run for his life. He could feel his legs getting heavier with each and every step. I don't have much time left. I need somewhere where I can hide quickly!

As he pushed and ran past the confused faces around him, he found a corner in-between two buildings he could turn into. He was running out of options, and couldn't stop to think about any better options.

Although his legs were just about ready to give way, he managed to turn the corner, only to find the worst possible outcome.

This could be the end, he thought, as his chasers finally caught up to him. They had him cornered into an alleyway, a dead end with nowhere else to run. His chasers blocked the only exit he had. At this point he had only two options: he could fight to escape, or die trying.

"We are the magical knights under the great Triumvirate!," one of them proudly announced. "Stop resisting and come quietly!"

That's right, he thought grimly. No matter what I say or do, in the end I am just another fire mage for them to kill.

The fire mage was no stranger to how things were in England. Ever since the Anti-Fire Act, all mages and citizens feared and hated the fire mages alike. They were their enemies.

But still, the fire mage began to think. Why have things come to be this way? Why must I always run just so I can live another day?

"Didn't you hear him? Stand down, and come quietly!," another one of the magical knights announced.

There were a total of three of them, each wearing the magical knight uniforms they wore proudly. They were a symbol of peace and protection for the citizens of England, and a symbol of fear and hatred for all fire mages alike.

Each of the three mages readied their magic, prepared to cast a spell at him at a moment's notice. However, he noticed all three of them were air mages, to his own luck. However, his next actions could still determine his life or death.

"Never!," he shouted at them. He prepared his own fire magic, ready to ignite them in a singular blast at any moment.

The air mages suddenly stopped, nervous on their toes. Each of them saw his fire magic trickling out of his hand, always a second away from being cast. Each of them knew their own air magic wouldn't do much damage against the fire mage's magic. Instead, the fire mage could be the one doing the damage.

"Stay back!, the fire mage warned, slowly taking a step forward. "I am not afraid to use my fire magic against you!"

The three magical knights stood there, completely nervous and uncertain of what to do. Although there were three of them, the enemy's magic alone could alone defeat all of them. If they don't think before they act, this game of cat and mouse could be turned against them.

"Where is the Fire Extermination Unit?," the first magical knight asked. "We could really use the water mages!"

"I don't know, but I'm sure they should be coming soon!," the second magical knight tried to reassure him.

"You're just sure, not certain?," the third magical knight asked, worried. "How much longer do we need to wait here?"

As the three magical knights began to bicker, the fire mage noticed their uneasiness. This was his chance to try to continue to threaten them, and turn things in his own favor.