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Twisted Fates, part one
By Myrissa Silverleaf
It was a typical day at work for Tom. Long hours for too little pay;
but his sense of loyalty kept him at it far longer than was reasonable.
The drive home was even worse than typical. Must have been an accident
up ahead. He could see the flashing lights of emergency vehicles in the
distance confirming his supposition. He sighed, realizing he'd be late
for his television show and the "catch as catch can" dinner that was
his usual fare. In impotent frustration he settled in for the long
wait...
---
Deep in the bowls of a foreboding tower of blackest onyx stone, Willow
prepared for her attack. All the planning, all the scheming and
deceptions were soon to pay off. As she set about arranging her spell
components her mind drifted to when this battle had begun.
She was nine at the time. Her father, First Mage Corellian, had cast
fearsome magic to end the war that had consumed whole villages. The War
had sent tens of thousands beyond the veil, families shattered, whole
races of beings purged from the face of the world. Hunger and
pestilence ran rampant. The pain and suffering tore at Corellian's soul
until he could bear no more. Willingly he cast the forbidden spells,
knowing that in doing so, he would have to make the ultimate sacrifice.
His own life would be forfeit, and that passing would not be an easy
one.
From the top of Mt. Sarath he cast his spell. Lavender-green bolts of
energy flashed and sparkled, thunder crashed across the whole of the
world rolling in wave after wave rending the very substance of reality.
Then, as suddenly as it began it was over, there were now two worlds in
one space. To each of the enemies the other simply ceased to exist.
Corellian however was now a part of both realities. The differences
between them slowly tearing his flesh apart. The agony wracking his
body shown clearly on his face and Willow could only watch her father
slowly die.
She cried unrelentingly. She pleaded with the remainder of the mages
council to at least ease her fathers suffering; perhaps try to save him
from the fate he doomed himself with.
"His cause was selfless," she cried. "Were it not for him the War would
still rage! Countless people would die needlessly!"
Her pleas went unheeded. Almost as if it were rehearsed, the Council
told her that there was nothing that could be done. That no potion
could ease the pain; no spell could change what was happening. In her
heart she knew they were speaking true, but they could at least have
tried.
Three days her father lay screaming silently, wishing for the release
of oblivion. Three days she cried in anguish for her father's pain. At
the end, instead of a lifeless body, he simply disappeared. On that day
Willow vowed revenge for the callous, unfeeling way the Council had
acted. For a child, Willow was more than intelligent, more than
cunning. She reasoned that to get her vengeance she would need to know
all the secrets that the Council held, all the powers of magic at their
command.
Some inner voice whispered, "Patience, Willow, patience." and she
listened.
---
"Four years." Willow hissed. "Four years of obeying their rules, of
gathering the scraps they were willing to toss my way," she mused,
remembering the hours of menial chores just to catch a snippet of a
cantrip or a glance at obscure runes.
Then the day she proved her skills, enough to gain an apprenticeship at
the foot of Danitor, Third Mage or the Council. Long hours she poured
over ancient tomes on some assignment for her master, gleaning
knowledge along the way. Late into the nights she practiced what she
learned, perfecting her craft. Five more years passed before she had
learned enough to survive reading the forbidden magic; but as yet she
had not discovered the hiding place of the tomes.
As her understanding of the magic grew, so did her skill and power.
Daily she gained strength, knowing that force of will was the key
component of every spell, her thirst for revenge giving her nearly
inhuman focus and drive.
Willow laughed at that memory, inhuman indeed. No sign did she betray
her purpose with, no hint at her true goal. The Council marveled at her
single mindedness of purpose, which they supposed was becoming a mage
and joining the Council, perhaps even eventually taking her father's
place as first mage. She was going to be the Council's undoing if she
had anything to say about it. She would destroy every one of those that
allowed her father to suffer so.
---
Carefully she poured the powdered diamond in a glittering pattern on
the floor in the center of the tower's lowest chamber. At certain
intersecting lines, tall black tapers stood awaiting the touch of
flame. Willow then moved back to the table to mix the secret powders.
As she ground the components with her pestle her mind again returned to
the past.
---
Her power had grown formidable. It was time to make her first challenge
for a seat on the Council. A contest of skill against the lowest
ranking seat; the place of Thirteenth Mage. Argil was a young mage
comparatively. He himself had only gained the position the year before.
The Festival of Summer Solstice was the setting for this her first
challenging. It was also Argil's first time to defend his seat. It
promised to be an interesting contest. The rules were simple. First to
yield was the loser.
In the Great Council Hall they would battle, signs and sigils would
keep the magic from escaping the contest arena, protecting spectators
from stray spells and effects. Argil was much larger than Willow. His
six feet two inches towered over the slightly built five feet and four
inches of Willow's full height; but this was not a contest of physical
strength. The combatants stood across from each other awaiting the
signal to begin.
Argil wasted no time in casting protective spells about himself to fend
off Willow's enchantments. Concentration furrowed his brow as magics
shimmered about him. Willow hurled a dagger at him, to break his focus.
Unprepared for a physical attack from the slip of a girl, the dagger
impaled him in the chest piercing his heart. He dropped on the spot,
gasping for breath and clutching his chest. He had not yielded and
Willow cast her first spell. With his focus gone he had no defense
against the fireball, which sprang from her fingertips striking the man
square in the face. His upper body was instantly incinerated.
The Council, instead of granting her the victory, held an inquest. They
determined that Willow had improperly used potentially fatal magic in a
contest not designed to be to the death. It was also decided that
instead of imprisoning her for murder since she acted within the
letter, if not the intent, of the rules, that she be banished from the
halls of the Council. Without the Council's resources, they reasoned,
her power will be limited to simple spells and be no threat to
anyone...
---
"They underestimated me," she thought, as her mixture reached
readiness.
She had remembered every word, every line, every symbol and rune from
her studies. Lists of ingredients, pages of incantations, cantrips, and
words of power stayed fresh in her mind. She learned the art of
bargaining and of making alliances. Slowly at first, she collected the
things she would need, made agreements with those unhappy with the
Council's use of power, and made promises to those who would most
likely gain from the power vacuum should the Council fall.
She found this tower, left over from ages past, in which to prepare her
revenge. Willow looked around the chamber taking note of the torches
blazing in sconces around the room. Their light flickering brightly;
the smoke wafting upwards through the open top of the tower. Outside a
storm had gathered in sympathy to the magics being woven within.
Lightning crashed in the sky above but not one drop of rain entered.
Willow undressed casually, discarding her robes on the floor. Nothing
could be permitted to interfere with her castings, not even clothing.
Her bare feet making no sound, Willow moved to a rather large mirror
standing near the casting circle she had drawn on the floor. She
admired her reflection briefly, averting her eyes before triggering the
spell upon the mirror.
"It never hurts to have an escape route," she thought out loud. Her
preparations complete, Willow had only an hour left to wait for the
exact moment when her powers would reach their peak.
She thought about the careful planning, coordinating her allies so as
to draw the Council to it's thinnest capacity. Several battles were
being fought that night. Towns raided, farms burned all across the
known world, each demanding the presence of a Council mage to stop.
There would be but one, possibly two of the Council remaining in the
Great Hall to protect the secrets and the seat of the Council's power.
With the mages deprived of their precious hall they would be the ones
to become limited to simple spells and no threat to anyone. Then she
would kill them, one by one...
---
Slowly the bumper to bumper traffic inched forward. The crumpled
vehicles had been pulled out of the traffic lanes. Tom hoped no one had
been hurt, but the condition of one of the cars told him his hope was
unlikely. Even though the way was now clear, it would be several
minutes before the normal flow of traffic would be restored. The radio
blared raucous music. Quickly Tom changed the station to something a
bit more inspiring. It wouldn't be much longer, he thought. He could
see the traffic ahead a mile or so beginning to pick up speed.
---
"The time has come." Willow thought as she took her place in the very
center of the casting circle and began her attack...
To be continued.
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