I submit to you, the prologue.
Roots snaked up around
his legs and torso, lashing out with their tendrils to entrap his arms. Unseen weaves of energy sought to block him
from the magical flows from which he drew his power. Thrashing wildly, he hurled mage fire,
desperately seeking to destroy the living vines that ensnared him, while
simultaneously waging an unseen battle of will to maintain control of his
magic. Gouts of rock and soil lashed
through the air as blast after blast struck ineffectually into the earth around
him. Trees and rocks alike shattered
under the impact of mystic bolts of fire.
One vicious burst found its mark and splinters of wood lanced out in all
directions.
Bellowing in pain and rage, he clawed at
his face, striving to dislodge the shrapnel embedded in his eye. Jerking the
offending shard free he searched in vain for his enemies as more and more cords
of root twined around his body.
Half blinded by his own savagery, he lay
about him in a relentless barrage of magical flame. Unfortunately the pain caused his focus to
waver and knots of magic drew tight about him.
His frenzied onslaught ceased immediately and the creeping vines pulled
tight, holding him immobile.
Like wraiths emerging from a fog, his four
assailants materialized from the forest around him. He watched as they approached him boldly,
knowing they had nothing to fear now that he was cut off from the mystic energy. As they drew near he could sense the one
holding the spell which prevented his use of magic. He knew that unless his bonds were released,
he was at their mercy. He also knew
mercy would not be high on their list of priorities this day.
I have about thirty pages written I think. Maybe one day I'll resume the effort. Who knows.
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