Olten stared in amazement at the charred hole in the tavern ceiling. Wren and Pria conversed excitedly with the strangers in colorful robes and none of what they were saying made any sense to him. But that damage… Olten pictured the fireball that had to be produced to cause that degree of devastation. That much energy would drain him fully of his ether. Just how powerful was this mage?
“Olten?” Wren asked, his voice snapping the young fire mage’s attention back into focus.
“Sorry, what?”
Wren furrowed his brow, his soft eyes full of worry. “Are you still with us?”
Olten ran his hands...
“Olten?” Wren asked, his voice snapping the young fire mage’s attention back into focus.
“Sorry, what?”
Wren furrowed his brow, his soft eyes full of worry. “Are you still with us?”
Olten ran his hands...
This went a totally different direction than I thought it would... I love the discovery that occurs when I write!
