Draggah
“AccendoFire is universally known and used, from a cook using fire to roast meat, to a blacksmith manipulating fire in a forge. Yet, very few truly understand fire, and as the second principle of magic states, Magic begins with knowledge. Fire occurs when combustible matter loses its magical energy. For instance, wood when heated will shed its inherent magical energy (the spark of life that causes it to grow), producing fire. Accendo summons that energy. The Wizard should feel the pull of ma...gic from the unseen, into the physical world as fire.The focus of this spell must be control. A novice wizard may conjure Accendo but depending on the wizard’s aptitude, they may summon a tiny flame, or send flames erupting all around them. The wizard must will only as much flame as needed through the veil that separates the physical from mystical. And just as a wizard’s will can bend and control magic, likewise when that magical energy enters the world of men, it can be bent and controlled by the conjuring wizard.It is best to practice this spell in a confined area where combustible materials are not present, such as a cave, or a small room made of stone. A wizard should be able to conjure both small and large flames, move them around in space, shape them, and extinguish them, before moving on to the next spell. Tiberius closed his eyes and said Accendo in his mind. Immediately, he felt the swirling wind of magic, but he was careful to control it. He felt like he was trying to stop the water of a swiftly flowing stream, but somehow he was able to do it. His mind was like a cork in an overturned bottle of wine. He allowed only the tiniest trickle of magic to seep through, but he felt the pressure from the other side. The other spells he’d cast felt like being in the middle of great magical storm. He’d learned through practice to identify the way the different types of spells felt, so that he could direct each element that he was using. This time, it felt as if he could sense an entire world of magical energy just on the other side of the imaginary cork he’d become mentally. The strain was much greater than he’d expected, but he didn’t give up.Slowly, he opened his eyes. The wide expanse of the great plain was still before him, the camp of Hoskali and his friends still busy, like ants tirelessly going from task to task, but Tiberius didn’t see any of them. His eyes instead focused on the tiny flame that was dancing in midair right in front of him. He could feel the magical power flowing into the flame, the fire consuming it like oil siphoned from the wick of a lamp. He couldn’t help but smile as the flame burned. He’d conjured fire before, but the fire had always consumed some physical object. He could feel magical power being pulled from the disks of dried Tamaka dung when he set them ablaze. The magic burst into flame once it separated from the object and then the fire fed off the thing; Tiberius’ work was done. But now, he controlled the magic completely.He raised the flame higher in the air simply by imagining the flow of magic moving higher. He dared to let a little more magic flow through, and the flame, which had been the size of a candle flame, roared to life. At first the fire was as big as a torch, but the pressure of the magic grew so intense that Tiberius’ control slipped for just a second. A gush of magic raced past him before he could clamp his mind back over the flow. The ball of fire raged into a huge wall of flame, the heat so intense it knocked Tiberius backward.Just as suddenly as the flame had erupted, it vanished. Tiberius lay on the ground shaking, sweat having broken out all over his body. He was amazed and terrified at the same time. The spell was broken and the strain was gone, but it reminded him of some of the physical training he’d done in his quest to become a Paladin in Avondale. The novices were required to train with weapons, but also to exercise their bodies. One such activity required Tiberius to jump up and grasp the top of a wall, then pull himself over the obstacle. He could always grab the top of the wall, but in most cases he simply couldn’t pull himself over. He always fell, but just before he would be hanging by his fingers, straining with all his might just to hang on. That was exactly what controlling the fire felt like.Tiberius couldn’t help but wonder if he could build his mental strength enough to ever feel comfortable trying to control the spell. He didn’t want to give up, but the truth was the power he could tap into so easily terrified him. He didn’t want to hurt the people around him, or repeat the mistakes that had led to the great cataclysm. He always saw magic as a good thing.MoreLess
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