25 May 2014

Wild thing

The illustration above was the nearest thing I could find to go with this story. Done by Todd LockWood, is a good representation of a mage although very little have in common with the one described in my text. I wont' tell more because the narration itself is really short, although full of intense magic.


As mount a lightning and its thunder, forceful neigh. A man appeared, alone, wearing a black suit. One simple and without tie. The astonished agents managed to react, but in vain. Some right-handed gestures cleared his way of humans and projectiles.

There it was, the building were that meeting was taking place and... Him. Standing up he, who were one of his best apprentices, was waiting for him with a serious countenance.

—Don't interfere, master —he said—. Someone has to put limits.
—They pretend to legislate over forces of nature —replied, quietly—, is ridiculous. And you know it.

Insurmountable was the disagreement that divided them.

The air twisted violent around them, unpredictable sparks appeared ionizing the atmosphere. Barely they could be distinguished among the blinding gusts they were throwing at each other, but it was brief.

A blink and the man in black increased hundredfold the gravity upon his rival. Another movement and his opponent bited the pavement, charred by a energy beam. He came closer, without rushing, and talked to him.

—Magic is wild. Remember this always.

Then he turned to the hotel entrance, but the defeated still had strength to cry to him.

—Quiet... I just want to talk.

He went inside, smiling like a rascal. Voltaic arcs were sparkling around his fingers.