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Chapter 1

I was chosen, that's what my parents always tell me ever since I was little. They tell me that I was born with a gift, a gift which grants the user the ability to use magic. They say not everyone was given this gift, and that I should train myself and use that gift for good. Many years have passed and finally my training has paid off, I left home and joined the Flaming Scepter Mages in order to fight back the brutal Char that have invaded my homeland.

Our mission was simple, to advance to enemy territory in order to find those separated from the main group after an ambush by the Char. Our small but reliable team consisted of over two dozen of Flaming Scepter Mages and around 10 Temple Monks. Us Mages wielded our fire staff to successfully channel our enemy to cast deadly fire spells that burn through the tough hides of the Char. When in trouble, our Temple Monks would bless us with divine healing. We carefully marched through a uneven battleground, littered with blood from both the Char and our allies.

"Oh no." Ferrador, our captain said quietly as he saw the remains of our separated group.

Somewhere over the hill, we heard a weak yell. Immediately, we ran to the source of the cry and witnessed only horror. A single Char warrior was devouring a soldier's leg. It roared as it saw us, brandished his bloody sword and charged at us.

"I will take you to the abyss!" Ferrador cried out as he casted a single blazing fireball which blasted a burning hole through the Char. It dropped dead with a whimper. "Mages! Make a parameter, Monks see what you can do to heal that man."