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large pouches hanging on either side of the belt. One would hold Alia’s grimoire and the other probably held rune markers and who knows what other magical items. She held the rod high, near the simple bauble on its top. “Hold onto this below my hand,” Alia told Byrn and he did. “Now place your other hand on your staff in the same way so that we make a circle between us.” Again Byrn did as he was told and when the circle was formed Alia began chanting. A small wave of energy passed into him like a sudden jolt of lightning from his hand holding the staff and traveled through his body until it came out and traveled through Alia’s staff.
Another larger wave passed through him again, but Byrn was better prepared for it and found that he could endure its energies more easily. A third, fourth, and fifth wave passed through the magician until Byrn was lost in a constant overwhelming swirl of power and could no longer differentiate one wave from the next. He wondered if Alia, whose expression was one of deep concentration, was experiencing the same sensation and felt as lost in these waves of magic as he did.
The staff grew warmer under Byrn’s grip and the energy now coursing through him did as well. He looked to Alia who was now beginning to sweat. She was experiencing the same flow of heat as Byrn, but her body was not conditioned as his was to conduct the elements.
“ Alia?”
“ Shhh…” she whispered softly. “I am fine…” The enchantress did not want to break her concentration or her efforts would be wasted. “We are almost…” Byrn grew more concerned and was about to break the connection. “…Done.” The surge of energy abruptly ended and Byrn felt suddenly empty from the missing sensation. Alia stumbled at the sudden release of magic and fell forward into Byrn’s arms.
The magicians’ staves thumped thickly as they landed on either side of Byrn. He could smell the combination of sweat and flowers on her skin in a strange, but not unpleasant aroma.
“ Thank you, Sir Byrn,” Alia said, a bit embarrassed as she got back on her own footing.
“ Just Byrn will suffice.”
“ Nonsense,” protested Alia, “Surely you desire some recognition for all that you have accomplished. Byrn Firemas, Master of Fire, has a nice ring to it, or perhaps simply Master Byrn?”
Firemas was the title bestowed upon master of elementalism with an affinity for fire magic; to call himself that felt somehow wrong.
“ Who is to say I am truly a master?” he countered, “I have never met an elemental master save one and I never saw him wield even a tenth of the power that I imagine he is capable of, so I don’t have a fair comparison.”
“ You don’t truly believe that any more than I do. What is the real reason you shun being called a master?”
Byrn picked up his staff from the ground; he did not answer right away, but finally admitted, “I do not want to dishonor my father by refusing his name. Surely that is something you understand, Lady Necros, or are you a grandmaster of necromancy?”
“ Point taken,” Alia held her hands up in surrender, “but don’t you think your father would be proud of all you have accomplished? Embracing the future does not mean you must forget about the past.”
Tannys was proud of him. He had said as much himself that night in the garden not so long ago when he summoned his father’s spirit. “Perhaps,” was all Byrn said in response.
Byrn measured the weight of the new staff in his hands and felt a strange connection to what had only minutes ago been nothing more than a stick. It was not as if the weapon held any magical energy of its own. It felt more like he was connected to it as if the staff was an extension of his arm.
Testing the staff Byrn willed a small flame into existence at the end of his weapon and found he could maintain complete control over it with hardly any effort. He pushed the spell a little further and grew the fire that was now expanding
Another larger wave passed through him again, but Byrn was better prepared for it and found that he could endure its energies more easily. A third, fourth, and fifth wave passed through the magician until Byrn was lost in a constant overwhelming swirl of power and could no longer differentiate one wave from the next. He wondered if Alia, whose expression was one of deep concentration, was experiencing the same sensation and felt as lost in these waves of magic as he did.
The staff grew warmer under Byrn’s grip and the energy now coursing through him did as well. He looked to Alia who was now beginning to sweat. She was experiencing the same flow of heat as Byrn, but her body was not conditioned as his was to conduct the elements.
“ Alia?”
“ Shhh…” she whispered softly. “I am fine…” The enchantress did not want to break her concentration or her efforts would be wasted. “We are almost…” Byrn grew more concerned and was about to break the connection. “…Done.” The surge of energy abruptly ended and Byrn felt suddenly empty from the missing sensation. Alia stumbled at the sudden release of magic and fell forward into Byrn’s arms.
The magicians’ staves thumped thickly as they landed on either side of Byrn. He could smell the combination of sweat and flowers on her skin in a strange, but not unpleasant aroma.
“ Thank you, Sir Byrn,” Alia said, a bit embarrassed as she got back on her own footing.
“ Just Byrn will suffice.”
“ Nonsense,” protested Alia, “Surely you desire some recognition for all that you have accomplished. Byrn Firemas, Master of Fire, has a nice ring to it, or perhaps simply Master Byrn?”
Firemas was the title bestowed upon master of elementalism with an affinity for fire magic; to call himself that felt somehow wrong.
“ Who is to say I am truly a master?” he countered, “I have never met an elemental master save one and I never saw him wield even a tenth of the power that I imagine he is capable of, so I don’t have a fair comparison.”
“ You don’t truly believe that any more than I do. What is the real reason you shun being called a master?”
Byrn picked up his staff from the ground; he did not answer right away, but finally admitted, “I do not want to dishonor my father by refusing his name. Surely that is something you understand, Lady Necros, or are you a grandmaster of necromancy?”
“ Point taken,” Alia held her hands up in surrender, “but don’t you think your father would be proud of all you have accomplished? Embracing the future does not mean you must forget about the past.”
Tannys was proud of him. He had said as much himself that night in the garden not so long ago when he summoned his father’s spirit. “Perhaps,” was all Byrn said in response.
Byrn measured the weight of the new staff in his hands and felt a strange connection to what had only minutes ago been nothing more than a stick. It was not as if the weapon held any magical energy of its own. It felt more like he was connected to it as if the staff was an extension of his arm.
Testing the staff Byrn willed a small flame into existence at the end of his weapon and found he could maintain complete control over it with hardly any effort. He pushed the spell a little further and grew the fire that was now expanding
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