Darkthorn’s Blog

The garments flowed about me, their unfamiliar silky softness caressing my skin. It was so ironic how I was standing in the wind to protect the others from the invasion. I should have been enjoying my morning cup of soothing green tea about now, with my feet being massaged back into shape after the cold night on the rocks. The training for mages was difficult, but the benefits were priceless. I steadied my feet, and winced as unseen splinters popped out to provide a distracting annoyance. The bridge was old and rickety, the only place of entry into the island that was left.

The island stood in the centre of the basin, on a rocky outcrop that had been gradually formed by the waves and winds of time. Eventually the place would crumble into the ocean, at the moment it was being held up by the master spells. The view was breathtaking from the centre of the bridge, green vines spiralling downward from the edges of the island, and the outflow of water into the surrounding lake.

I leant over the edge, rocking the bridge further. I could see my fellow students and the enemy. Whatever had been my luck to be out here I didn’t know. I was new, this would really stretch my abilities. I had watched all the other attempted invasions, and the mages who had become famous in repelling them. The magics they used were far from what I knew. This test would be the breaker of me.