The Apprentice
Bright orange flames arc from his outstretched fingers to his gnarled oak staff
crazy shadows dancing on the walls of the warded sanctum.
With a lifting of one eyebrow the apprentice flings the molten fire out and engulfs the
Lightning Balls with ease. The lad strikes the butt of his staff on the stone ground and
with a clap of thunder, all magic winks out, both the flames and the lightning.
The Arcane Master rolls his eyes upward. “Eh, show off. You passed. But you will find
life the real test, young Magister.”
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