UN.TOLD - Episode 5

 

Zader Witchborge

“Hey you!”

Someone called to the handsome youth from within the market place. [The Genesis empire was truly a land of business. The street packed with vendors. The market side that is] the youth mused to himself taking in the scenery ignoring the bald man who waved towards him and called out to him.

He bit his apple singing to himself as he tried to take another route to avoid the bald man. [They always wanted to sell their market to foreigners so they could dupe them . I am not that stupid] the youth smirked to himself. But before he could take another step towards the opposite direction a voice resounded in his ears.

“Take a leap of faith” the voice sounded uncomfortable. It sounded like nails dragged on a blackboard.

“lepsid live” the youth chanted as a white light shot from his finger tips and wrapped his body. He was a high ranked Saint level mage and tricks like this couldn’t even bother him except,

“You are trying to dispel evil but I am not” the voice chuckled dryly

“Who are you and show yourself” The young man drifted towards the sky away from the market place with quick magic “etarelecca” trying to avoid firing spells at bystanders. When he got to the shore, he stopped looking around him “esnefed” he was preparing for any mishap.

Suddenly, an image took shape in front of him

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. It was so ghostly and almost see through but then he also looked solid like he was flicking through existing and not.

“What are you?” The young man asked scrutinizing the man that stood there with a mask on his face. He had never seen such a phenomenon even though he had travelled far and wide.

“What am I?” the figure asked back “I am just an existence” it paused then continued “But I know you”

“And I don’t” without much time to waste. He chanted. This thing was dangerous. He could feel it. “diov ygrene” blue sparks danced in the air and shot straight at the man at a dangerous speed. Any other person would have run but the figure just raised his hands and dispelled it.

“You didn’t chant. Impossible” shock and a bit of fear creeped into the young man’s voice. He floated back distancing himself from the ‘thing’ Every mage could only gather spirit particle through chanting for manifestation. But this ‘thing’ just waved its hand and made his void manipulation disperse.

“How is it impossible?” The entities voice carried a chilly aura. “Now come with me boy, the conclave awaits”

“Conclave? What are you talking about?” [This guy is too strong I can’t stay here] The young man planned his escape route watching closely incase the man was ready to make a move.

Who would have thought before he could see anything the entity was standing before him with his palm spread out to his face? Black midst swirled at the center of the entities palm, it felt like his soul was being sucked in.

With quick reflex he retreated and began chanting

“noitcetorp lleps, hsad, gninethgil, stnemele rehtag”

Layers and layers of spell began to overlap as he made his retreat in a straight line. Lightening and fire mixed as one with the wind as a catalyst but like before the entity just stretched forth its hand and broke the spell to pieces. “So weak”

“What do you mean by so weak. You are just too strong” The young man resisted the urge to roll his eyes but clicked his tongue.

“Zader Witchborge you cannot escape the conclave. You have been chosen”

Shocked at first, he paused his movement looking at the entity “Can’t I refuse”

The entity scoffed “You are privileged”

“I don’t feel like it though” the young man name Zader retorted back. “eraweb eht regnad, enacirruh fo smrots, erif yb erif, palcrednuth” Zader absorbed the energy from around him. [This was going to be a big one]. “Let’s see how you break this spell” He stretched forth his hands to the sky arranging elements.

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. Zader felt like he had to get rid of this threat. [What did the Conclave or whatever need him for?]

The sky darkened and a huge tornado came in place spinning at a rapid rate splitting the waters. Zane smirked; he highly doubted the other party will be able to stop it as he releases it towards the entity’s direction.

“I see why they call for you. It’s time I stop playing boy” the entity sneered and brought out a staff from his magic ring and began spinning it in the tornado’s direction. Then something shocking occurred, anther tornado began to form. It was bigger and stronger than the one Zader summoned and just like before the masked man hadn’t chanted a word.

“Impossible”

Before Zader could register, the entity’s tornado having swallowed up his own tornado. The figure had appeared in front of him once more without any sound whatsoever.

This time the enitity’s was prepared in case the boy wanted to run and held in his hand a delicate mask which he forced on the young man’s face.

Slowly, Zader’s consciousness began to fade.

“Let’s go, the Conclave awaits” the entity led the way

“Yes” and without any resistance he followed the entity.

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No one knew how Zader Witchborge went missing since that time but everyone heard of a powerful mage that destroyed countries as well as blessed lands without having to chant. He became the god of prosperity. The bloody irony.

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hello and welcome again. For those following the story you can tell who three characters are and thier stories.

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