Still not sure on the name, I kinda suck at thinking up names xD But anyways this is the new prologue, all comments and crit are appreciated =)
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Skies of Mystic Fire - new prologue
"Master, why do you insist on aiding the world before?" golden eyes glinted with frustration as the grey wolf stared up intently at the great wizard, a growl resting against creeping, razor edged fangs. "You are at peace now; the chains which clung to you in life have been crushed. You are free."
A breeze wandered through the air, as the last fractured rays of light brushed against the wizard’s cloak. Their radiance was captured in the intricately patterned runes which swept across silky fabric, as it danced in the gentle wind. He patted the wolf’s head.
"As are you, my friend" the wizard smiled softly, with kind eyes. Then he turned to face the land, washed with the gentle glow of the vanishing sun as it rested upon the horizon.
The wolf wavered for a moment, and then curled his mouth to speak. But the frustration had already faded away. After all, it was difficult to hold onto any kind of negative feeling here, in the everlasting lands of eternity.
So he remained there in harmonious silence, until the wizard peered back at him with a kind, yet defiant gaze.
"Though it has been many years since we parted from the Earth and came to reside in this world," he began, and the wolf listened attentively, understanding slowly flickering through his eyes. "I will never forget those lands. In life, I made a promise – that I would live to serve the people with the powers I was blessed to receive. And now in death, I will use my freedom to make a willing choice – which is to continue to honour the pledge I made, all those years ago."
"Then if that is your wish, I shall respect it," came the wolf’s reply, so the wizard smiled, and turned to face the twinkling wisps of light, which scattered the darkening skies.
He raised his arms high above his head, and stretched his hands out wide. Then a voice was weaved along the wind, as the wizard began to chant. It was a low, soft sound, echoed with an enchanting melody. The wolf watched in dazed fascination, for the sight of magic spells never ceased to amaze him.
Slowly, shards of colourful light began to appear. It was as if they had slipped behind the very air itself, but had been summoned forth once more. They soon became a crowding mass above his hands; vibrant swivels of almost every colour drew themselves together into a large, bright orb. The light it cast seemed to rival that of the setting sun in it’s glory, as the orb set it’s colourful rays upon the surrounding lands.
With a quick, definite movement, the great wizard lowered his arms to the ground, sending the orb tumbling into the quivering grasses below. In an instant the great light disapparated, save for a few spiralling shards which rested on the ground like sparks from a fire.
Seconds passed as the wizard and the wolf stood in the gathering breeze, staring at the glimmering glints as they steadily faded away.
And then, it happened. A slow rumble graced the earth, as a large, green vine crashed through the grass and spiralled upwards until it arrived at the level of the wizard’s head, about a meter away from him. A closed bud settled atop the structure, as the wizard turned back to the wolf.
"I won’t be long," he said, for the chant had been completed. The wolf lowered his head in understanding, and slowly backed away.
Then the wizard stepped toward the plant. Within moments, the bud unfolded to reveal a beautiful white flower, which shimmered with the gleam of a captured star. He rested his hands upon its delicate petals, and felt their glow travel up his arm and interlace themselves into the runes, which decorated his cloak. Soon enough, the threaded runes were shining with their own luminosity.
The wolf watched as his master faded away into the breeze.
"Good luck," he whispered, though he spoke only to the wind, for the wizard had already entered the world before.
