Finally, the fifth batch of 10,000 mages appeared out of thin air onto the great plateau. The host of 50,000 mages and their five respective Grand Mages, formed a pentagonal ring around the Ixtal Temple, which was standing half-way up through the ground.
The mages' staves were interconnected with each other and with the entire planet's population, in a web of energy spanning the entire globe.
They raised their staves and struck the ground in unison, each Grand Mage's staff forming a point in a blazing red pentagram around the Temple.
"In the Name of the People of Arthaz!" they chanted. "We command Thee, Temple of Ixtal! OPEN!"
The force directed at the Temple bounced off, however, instantly killing the five mage armies. The Temple sank into the ground, disappearing in a violent earthquake.
Soon the entire planet broke apart, exploding into an asteroid field around the system's two suns.
Jet broke into a cold sweat and looked away from the Akashic Archival Sphere, having witnessed an entire world die trying to force their way into the Temple millennia ago.
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The Lost Wizard Chronicles
FantasyA compilation of a flash fiction stories submitted as part of the Keep Writing Challenge on Deadlines for Writers (deadlinesforwriters.com). After getting positive feedback from the KWC community, I decided to share it here. Follow along as lost wiz...
