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The Archaic Dragon Mage

Wyatt was alone in the world. When the rifts opened the world was thrown into chaos. Archaic mages came through those rifts, and war after war followed. The last war had ended when Wyatt was just a baby, but he had still lost his eye to it. The empty socket, and loss of depth perception made him an easy target. Wyatt being an orphan meant that no one back him up when he did get targeted. Wyatt was used to fighting for himself, and the draft was going to force him into military academy. He had no genetic markers to become an ability user so he had already accepted the fact that he would probably die during his two years required military rotation after the academy. It was just a fact of life. Non ability users were just cannon fodder, and archaic abilities were highly restricted. Wyatt didn't think anything off it. That is until he found a marble in an old rift area. A marble that would change everything.

Angelina_Bennett · Fantasy
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Sekka looked slightly disturbed by my amusement. I snorted in amusement at the look on his face. We went back to the room quietly. I sat down on the floor in the training room waiting for night to fall. The fact that I'd killed wouldn't be overlooked for long.

We'd be kicked out of this town tomorrow at the latest. It was a good thing we were planning on leaving tomorrow anyway. The hard part would be keeping them from executing me for doing what I was 'ordered' to do. A peaceful quiet fell over us as we waited for night to fall. I placed a spatial runic marker in the room so I'd be able to portal us back into the room later.

We appeared several miles outside the city in the forest. I shook off a little bit of the stress of being a good little slave off. Causing Sekka to stare at me since it wasn't a normal human gesture. I ignored him, and slicked back my messy hair before jumping into the air. Wings sprouting from my back as I placed the fox mask over my head.

It was weird having one of my eyes blocked off, but the mask didn't really obstruct my vision. I'd learned to rely on my spatial awareness more with Letty training me since he kept on rushing into my blind spots at a speed that was near impossible for my eyes to track. He was forcing me to react with a combination of reflex, and instinct. Stating that I couldn't see every enemy that came at me, and that I needed to condition my response to enemies so that I could block or counter attacks that came at me unexpectedly. Before Letty I'd never had anyone get close enough to attack me without me noticing.

Between my eyes, spatial awareness, and keen instincts very little got close enough to touch me without me knowing about it. With Letty's training I'd been able to hone my senses until they were so keen that I could detect anything larger then a speck of dust if it came close to me. The crazy thing about that was Letty said that still wasn't enough. Two flaps of my wings propelled me into the night sky. Another two flaps had me above the city in a few mere seconds.

I looked down on the city, and called to Vixen within my mind. She could project my memories like a hologram. I would leave her to guide Sekka to all the slave holding areas so he could spread the word. We weren't going to break any slaves out tonight. Just spread the word.

The fact that I was going to kill a few slave owners the next town over was going to reach their ears fairly soon. I dropped to the ground after I marked all the slave houses. It didn't take me long to get back to Sekka. Vixen projected the image of the slave locations. I summoned Vixen to act as a guide, and aid to Sekka.

Leaving Sekka behind as I jumped back into the sky. It took me less than ten minutes to fly the distance from this town into the next. I folded my wings, and fell from the sky. Allowing my wings to retract back into my body. Gravity slowly lessoned as my mana sprung from my body.

I landed gently on one of the roofs. My eyes scanned through the city quietly. It didn't take me very long to locate the slave housing. I rushed across the roofs of the buildings to the slave housing. Dropping down into the slave yard.

My shirt had turned into a turtleneck of sorts. My jacket billowed out around me as I landed. The guards near me reacted the way that a guard that should. He rushed me with anger in his eyes. I slammed his head into the ground.

I'd hardened the ground so his skull shattered on the pavement. Blood, and brain matter sprayed all over the ground near me. There were two other guards in the slave yard. Neither looked too excited to see me. Especially after the brutal execution of their co workers.

They both rushed right at me with the intent to kill. My mana lashed out. Both men were sliced in half by the razor sharp wave of wind I hit them with. Their heads fell to the ground with an odd splat sound. I crossed through to the cages without paying the corpses much mind.

I flicked my wrist, and burned the bodies. Setting them ablaze. I would have snarled in a combination of amusement, and irritation if I were in my true form. My coat flared out around me as I walked forward to the cages full of different slaves.

"I'm not here to get you in trouble," I used all speak to talk to them once I confirmed that there weren't any elves around, "I'm just going to kill all of the slave masters in the area. I'm going to give them all the hell I can manage in one night."

They stared at me with a little bit of horror. I stole all the guards food, and gave it to the slaves. Making sure to split it between all the cages. There wouldn't be any evidence left once they were done with the food. I burned all the fences, and broke down the walls.

The only thing that was left of the entire building was the roof itself. I jumped into the air, and looked for the next building full of slaves. Building after building. Slaughter after slaughter. I ripped apart everyone who had anything to do with the slaves in the entire town.

Such a one sided slaughter would definitely be noticed in the morning. After a few hours of slaughter the guards started to notice that something was off. It was too late for them to stop me from doing anything. Even when they did catch sight of me they couldn't keep up with me when I moved on to do some more damage. I only stopped when I was done slaughtering all the people involved with all the slaves.