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Zyros looked up at his master in horror. The Master couldn't care less. He used magic to knock Zyros out, grabbed him by the collar of his fancy apprentice robes, and threw his disciple into a spatial rift. Then he turned around and teleported away, himself.

The Sovereign's Shadow

Fantasy · Liovandur

From then on, one would learn until one turned 15. After that those with the sufficient talent to learn something new and excel at it would choose a specialization within their previous basic class. One could become a fire mage, swordsman, magic warrior or necromancer. Though Necromancy was widely frowned upon by those who weren't familiar with it. And by some who were.

The Sovereign's Shadow

Fantasy · Liovandur

Ritualistic Brain Surgery and Basic Lessons

The Sovereign's Shadow

Fantasy · Liovandur

Twelve hours after Zyros's birth, mana calmed down and little Zyros was introduced to the world, or more precisely to the royal healer. Archmages and Healing Saints were titles only bestowed unto beings at least at Tier 15 and those individuals were more than strong enough to call upon the Royal Healer, a Tier 17, senior even to the mother of the child. Not to mention that Gira Myrandur's speciality lay in combat healing on the battlefield, preferring a quick way to heal over thorough analysis. That is not to say that she is an incapable healer, just that she never concerned herself with learning about postnatal check-ups. As such, they relied on the old healer to see if they're child was really alright. They had already been disappointed by their son's apparently lacking magic talent, so they were currently praying that Zyros didn't have any further deficiencies. It might sound harsh, but magic was truly essential in this chaotic and dangerous world. Some sort of mental defect would only serve to make Zyros's life more difficult.

The Sovereign's Shadow

Fantasy · Liovandur

Alas, magic is a fickle thing and, in truth, the runes only fulfilled part of their purpose. While they still teleported the child within the cradle to safety, its destination was somewhat random. The original plan was that this cradle would teleport baby Falkos – or in this case Zyros – to his master's side at the first sign of danger. It was a masterpiece of enchantment but without proper maintenance, all enchantments, no matter their grade, change and become unpredictable. I have seen powerful, enchanted weapons that were left alone for a millennium absorbing some special essence and come out of it, having become sentient and capable of slaying immortals – by themselves. At other times divine artefacts degraded so much that even the weakest of mortals could barely use them to pick his nose. I know of only two people who understand magic sufficiently enough to predict those changes. I am not one of them. And neither was Falkos.

The Sovereign's Shadow

Fantasy · Liovandur

One second Falkos was researching a new branch of magic and Gira was reading a very good novel, the next floods of hellfire devoured their very soul leaving nothing. But the two of them are not the focus of this tale of mine, so let's disregard them for now. Our protagonist, Zyros, miraculously outlived his two much more powerful parents due to a pendant that Gira had draped around his neck a year ago that shone with the essence of life, a healing saint's power. It formed a protective barrier around him like a bubble. At the same time, the energy unexpectedly resonated with a large number of runes intricately carved into his cradle's wood - spatial runes. You might assume that his father carved these runes but that would be incorrect. It was Falkos's master that had carved these runes. And he did not carve them to protect Zyros but to protect Falkos, centuries ago when the renowned Archmage was simply a little child left on a mage's doorstep. Falkos had kept this cradle all this time, the protection carved into it never having been activated. When his child was born, he used it for Zyros and never agreed to let him have another place to sleep even when the child grew since he knew that the longer Zyros slept in the cradle, the longer he would not have to worry about his son's safety during the night. Interestingly, his last thought before the hellfire burned his entire being to ash was the intense hope that the runes still worked as intended.

The Sovereign's Shadow

Fantasy · Liovandur

"Please, marry me." He suddenly blurted out loud.

Supreme Magus

Fantasy · Legion20

If achieving true death turned out to be impossible, he would need to find a workaround by either becoming an immortal or binding his soul to his current world.

Supreme Magus

Fantasy · Legion20

"Oh! Of course, I'm so sorry. I'm still so shocked by the recent events that my head doesn't work properly. Let me explain, I called you here because I need your help to save our lives. My wife wants to kill us all."

Supreme Magus

Fantasy · Legion20

"I could never practice darkness magic on living beings because using it on animals is just plain cruel. You, on the other hand, are just a monster with the face of a man. You will make a perfect specimen for my research."

Supreme Magus

Fantasy · Legion20

Thanks to the Invigoration breathing technique, Lith was now able to stay up for almost a week before being forced to rest.

Supreme Magus

Fantasy · Legion20

"As for your request, I don't make favors, I cut deals. What about this: from tomorrow onwards, you will come here every day and clean my house. Maybe from time to time, you could cook something for me with that silly dance of yours.

Supreme Magus

Fantasy · Legion20

"Good gods, such a gentleman." Selia's voice was oozing sarcasm. "Would you like another serving? Because that seriously creeped me out and I know a thing or two about…"

Supreme Magus

Fantasy · Legion20

He also discovered that she did not use a bra or underpants.

Supreme Magus

Fantasy · Legion20

In a few months, he was able to do 100 push-ups, sit-ups, squats and run for at least 10 kilometers every day before going to school.

Supreme Magus

Fantasy · Legion20