Prince Seto of the Sorcerer kingdom splays out both his arms, fire enveloping both of his fists. No sorcerer has ever been able to use more then one color of magic. Like his eyes, the fire in Seto's hand is blue on one side and red on the other.
The guards and other sorcerers in the room are too slow to react. The prince spins and shoots fire to make an oval around him and Damien. The false king has to duck in order to avoid the flames. Wherever the red and blue touch, bright purple fire springs to life and consumes the other colors until a there's a wall of purple flame licking at the ceiling.
Seto is beyond simply being angry. This man is responsible for the death of two of his friends, and the harming of his people. He immediately knew that the tiny vial in from the chest was concentrated magic; drawn from the earth and bottled. The raging heat in his veins feels like a second skin. He's not thinking clearly anymore, but just like before, his instincts know what to do with magic.
"You weren't born with magic! You can't be the one doing this!", Damien yells, but he's starting to fear for his life as his eyes brighten in preparation. Dark Magic users don't have their own magic supply. Damien would have to drain the energy from other living things to sustain a prolonged attack. Seto's cut out that option with his ring of purple fire.
"Do not pretend to know me, false king. You will pay for your crimes. Explaining the timeline to a dead man is just a way to waste time", the words come easily, but they're not from this time. The lines between the loops are starting blur as an immortal's power is feeding into Seto's new magic pool.
The prince raises his hands again with the fire going out, putting them together into the shape of a triangle. A powerful jet of water blasts out from the empty air as his magic calls it. Seto should not be ale to use the water element since he's never practiced, but he doesn't struggle at all when summoning the powerful torrent. Damien only has a second to hastily throw up a shield made of dark magic. The water hits the shield full force and nearly buckles it. Damien is already panting from the strain, and Seto is just warming up.
Seto briefly swirls one hand around in the air and makes a fist with the other. A small tornado is brought to life in their air while small pieces of the stone floor break off. They spin around in the tornado, acting like shards of glass. Such a new sorcerer like Seto shouldn't be able to use earth or air magic, the former of which no longer exists. Damian can't do much against a powerful attack like that. He does his best to protect his skin with a layer of magic, but the sharp stones tear the barrier to pieces before finding soft flesh. Damien falls to his knees as soon as the wind dissipates. Dark magic is only powerful when it was enough energy.
Smirking, Seto closes the gap between them. The circle of fire shrinks with him until there's just feet between them. Purple licks of flame seem to almost fall from the top of the wall. The sparks latch onto each other at his shoulders until there's a purple cape of flame trailing behind the prince.
"Now, how would you like a taste of your own medicine?", Seto asks, placing one of his hands on Damien's shoulder. It's a cruel and heartless thing to do, but time and circumstance seem to blur all morals. Dark magic only takes. Damien never even realized what was happening until he was gone.
Seto suddenly reals back, horrified at what he had done. He just took a life; he killed a man when they had no chance to fight back. Some dark part of him says that it was the right thing to do. It's almost like his two lives are suddenly at war with one another. His vision is fading out, and Seto can see his wall of purple fire dying out before he collapses to the ground, unconscious.
He knows that it's not real, but Seto finds himself starring at a mirror image. No, that's not right. The room seems endless with a dim lighting that comes from everywhere and nowhere. Another man stands in front of Seto. They could be mistaken for twins, but it's more then that. The prince can see the differences when he looks closer.
The Sorcerer looks to be the same age as the Prince, but there's a weight behind his eyes that make him look older. The purple cloak he wears is singed at the bottom while the prince wears a clean one. Immortal and mortal; Sorcerer and Prince.
"You're..... me", Seto gawks.
"Yeah, I didn't really see this coming, either", the Sorcerer is just as confused, but even curiosity doesn't make his eyes look and less heavy.
"You're the immortal me! Everyone keeps talking about how powerful and strong you are! You helped me fight, right? Why... Why did you have to kill Damien?".
"I don't think you'd understand. Experience builds personality. We may be similar, but we could never be exactly the same".
"Ok..... Are you going to keep helping me? I mean, with your power, protecting everyone would be easy! No one else would have to die-".
"I'm tired, Prince. I don't want another life, and I don't want you to be like me. Please let me rest now. I'm done saving this world whenever it can't save itself. There will be new heroes, sure, but my time is done". The Sorcerer gives the Prince a half hearted smile, happy to finally be at peace. Immortality is not kind to those with a human heart. The Prince doesn't fully understand, but then again, he's talking to himself. He doesn't want to remember the weight of centuries' worth of memories. The Sorcerer can rest now. Seto is just happy to be himself.
Seto wakes up on the floor on the throne room, someone shaking him and mumbling about timelines. He opens a bleary eye to see someone leering down at him.
"Are you serious!? First you take out all the bad guys without me, and then you pass out when I fly through the window? Honestly, Seto, you're something else", the voice makes the prince sit bolt upright, shocked.
"Phantom! I th-thought you were dead!", Seto hugs the familiar tight, barely holding in his own tears.
"Come on, it takes more then a few spells to get rid of me, but what's up with you? Your aura has been freaking out since you fell unconscious", Phantom frowns. Confused, Seto opens the palm of his hand. A small blossom of purple flame blooms to life on his hand. This is not the Sorcerer's magic, but his own. He's weaker with a smaller pool, but he wouldn't have it any other way.
The kingdom is saved. The prince has magic. The Sorcerer is at rest. What could possibly be a better ending for an immortal?
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The Sorcerer Prince
أدب الهواةSeto is the first born son of the Liblicen Sorcerer King, but he is the first in his line to be born magic-less. It's not his fault, really. Magic has been fading for centuries. That doesn't stop the other hybrid clans from plotting their rebellion...
