What will be the life of a mage when he decided to embark on a journey to wander around the world?
" Pheww! Looks like I made it. So this is the Great Forest of the Elves, Tundrin."
I gaze at the towering trees, thick vines and above all green paradise in front of me. In the world of Epho, elves are human looking creatures pointy ears and yes a beauty that is undeniably hard to ignore.
" Now then, lets greet the beautiful elves!"
To my excitement it seems I have forgotten something very important. I walked calmly entering the great forest. I adjusted my long brown coat, tailored with gold embroidery. A intricate geometric design on my shoulder and of course my wooden staff.
Before I could even enter the forest fully.
" STOP! DISGUSTING HUMAN WHAT DO YOU WISH TO ACHIEVE BY ENTERING OUR GREAT FOREST!"
I sighed. Of course, how could I forgot. Elves hated humans for the past decades. Before I even knew it an arrow struck the ground in front of my feet.
Two male elves emerged from the tree branches. As if they are part of the forest. They are wearing a green armor with a gold leaf symbol on the chest.
" SPEAK HUMAN! THE SECOND ARROW WILL NOT BE DIRECTED TO THE GROUND BUT TO YOUR SKULL!"
Feisty! It's always been that way. Well I don't blame them since no foolish human could even enter the forest. That is if I'm just a regular human.
" My my, pardon me for my intrusion. I came here in request of the king."
The second that phrase left my mouth I felt the hostility of the two elves right away. It was a bloodlust radiated by pure killing intent.
" YOU SCUM HUMAN! YOU DARE SPEAK AS IF YOU KNOW THE KING! YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!!!"
I could have just said that I know him very well but where's the fun in that.
The two elves bagan chanting. I know it well, it's elven tongue Meridnier. Suddenly their arrows became multiple. And with just a wave of their hand dozens of arrows were fired at me. With the intent to kill me of course.
" I really hate to do this everytime "
The arrows were not even regular ones but they are enchanted with something else entirely. It can pierce a human skin clean and precise and with just one hit will definitely kill me.
That is again, if I'm a regular human.
"Borg"
With a flick of my finger, a Borg protected me. It's a defensive spell, particularly use for times like this. It's a common spell for mages, like me.
The arrows strucked the Borg like it was dozens of swords clashing against a single shield. When the dust setlled, I stood there like nothing happened. Of course I had to do the cool act, wiping a non-existent dust on my shoulder. It adds layer to the coolness if you ask me.
" IMPOSSIBLE! YOU'RE A MAGE?!"
" HOW DARE A MERE HUMAN MAGE ACT SO ARROGANT!"
Yeah yeah I heard those from previous elves as well.
" I simply came here as per the request of the king. Please do not force me to fight"
I smiled, well a fake smile. Because honestly I'm pissed right now.
" INSOLENT! IF YOU'RE A MAGE THEN STATE YOU'RE NAME!!!!" the one elf shouted like his throat is about to explode.
If there's one thing about mages in this era. That is the value of honor, mages took pride in their names as it holds status and power in the society.
Mages are rare compared to warriors and other occupation. Thus, mages are treasured by kingdoms and countries. For an ordinary human, a mage is an equivalent to a royalty.
" Pardon me for not saying it earlier. I am but a humble mage, not affiliated by any kingdoms. Not owned by any kings and not liked by many of my kind. I am the wandering mage Sol Omon."