A Nightmare Memory

Johnopens his eyes to the scene of men barring a door screaming for him to get off his ass and fight like his father did for the village before he fell to a fellow mages plotting, and women and children crying for help….there appears to be blood everywhere no one seems to be unharmed except for him.

Johnthinks “shit, isn’t this my vill…” the door to the building they are in slams open and numerous men charge in killing the men barring the door and slaughtering the people just beyond it.

“well,even if it my village, I wont just wait to die again!!” he grabs his fathers staff from the mantle takes the closest people beside him and tells them to follow him. He heads down to a trap door he and his father had installed when the new mage came to village. His father had known having two mages in one village would cause strife as magic was so rare. That’s what caused his father to head to the dukes house when the duke called for the village magic users in the war…sadly the other mage had gotten their first and accused his father of necromancy in which the duke believed him and beheaded his father. Luckily they were dumb enough to believe Jacobs father in that his staff held no power to his bloodline…

As John tries to open the trap door it seems stuck and as he is in such a hurry he decides to do something rash and stupid: destroy the door. He points his fathers staff at the door and several runes appear in the air around the staff and in front of jacob. He whispers one word focusing intently on his meaning of the runes “Lieght” a beam of crackling energy booms from the staff to the door and it is vaporized. He slumps over tired.

As Johnsees the others run through the door he hears screams from the other side. He knows that something must be wrong and straightens himself for the strain of a magical backlash of the spells he must next cast.”weindscape” Runes appear around his hand as he waves it at the smoke clearing it tiring him more.

On the other side of his door he sees a man with a sword and staff smiling at him….He is hansome to the up most yet his personality is that of a slimball. This is the mage that killed his father: this is Frazic. Johnlets out a howl of rage and looses off bolts of fire from his hand “Friega,Friega,Friega!!” as Johnmisses with each shot due to rage and tiredness the other mage looses his sword and walks over stabbing John.

“WHA…..”Johnwakes up sweating in his bed