Magician's Journey

Prologue

Faith pushed aside a branch, slowly wandering through the local forest. In theory, she was searching for any wild plants that could be of use, but all she really cared about was blackberries. An understandable fixation, seeing as her mother was planning to make her infamous blackberry pie for the next harvest festival. However, as …[continue reading]

Magician's Journey

Chapter 1

<Thomas. Wake up.> The thought echoed throughout Thomas’s mind, as if it were his own, slowly peeling him into consciousness. He was lying in a pile of hay inside Faith’s home, after she had kindly let him stay. Not that he would have minded sleeping outside. <Thomas, I hunger.> Thomas turned over onto his back. …[continue reading]

Magician's Journey

Chapter 2

Pallo pushed aside a small tree, walking back into the village where Thomas was. A crushed deer dangling from her jaws, she was feeling rather proud of herself, and couldn’t wait to show her alpha what she’d caught. The only thing keeping Pallo from total bliss was a nagging feeling that she’d forgotten to do …[continue reading]

Magician's Journey

Chapter 3

Faith watched in awe as Thomas swirled around a strange substance inside of a glass flask. Despite only being a few herbs and some animal dung mixed into water, the liquid was rapidly shifting from orange to green and back again, finally settling on some shade of purple. Thomas grinned. “Ah! Vermilion! This bodes well!” …[continue reading]

Magician's Journey

Chapter 4

Midnight, or perhaps a few candles after it. The whole forest was wrapped in a sheet of darkness, punctured only by the gentle light of the stars and moon. The only sound was the whistle of the wind, and the occasional howl of the wolves. It was the time of hunting, the time of monsters, …[continue reading]

Magician's Journey

Chapter 5

Thomas slowly approached the gnarled old tree before him, stopping briefly when he heard a deep, low growling sound from behind him. A quick glance revealed the source of the growl to be Pallo, who had lowered her tail and arched her back, a clear display of anxiety. “What’s wrong Pallo?” <There is an intense …[continue reading]

Magician's Journey

Chapter 6

Thomas let out an exhausted sigh, as he returned his flute to his bag. “Well, I’ve played every song I know, most of them twice. I’ve even made up some new ones as I went along. Further more, it can’t be more than three candles until dawn, I really do have to go now.” A …[continue reading]

Magician's Journey

Chapter 7

Thomas took a deep breath and secured his footing, so he didn’t fall off of his staff. The feeling of the wind rushing across his face was exhilarating as always, and watching the forest fly by beneath him reminded him how truly huge the world was. It made all those things that humans always fought …[continue reading]

Magician's Journey

Chapter 8

Thomas focused carefully, guiding his staff as it gently carried him back down onto the ground. “Thank you for the help, winds.” Thomas stepped off of his staff, placing it away in his bag as he spoke. “Thank you as well, old friend. I know you do most of the work.” Thomas quickly checked to …[continue reading]

Magician's Journey

Chapter 9

Thomas felt a gentle shove on his cheek, nudging him into a state that resembled consciousness. “Just half a candle more, Pallo. We had a late night yesterday.” No response. How odd. “Pallo?” Still no response. Thomas tilted himself over onto his side, peeling his eyes open to take a look at his surroundings. A …[continue reading]