Kapitel 1: Corpses under sad clouds
Rain drizzled, the sky dark, flashing intermittently as lightning streaked across it. The sun's radiance was absent, telling of the gloomy atmosphere below.
An innumerable number of lifeless bodies littered a sparse rocky landscape, the rain washing the land of their blood.
There were numerous–sons, fathers, daughters, and mothers–their lives gone all at the order of a few pompous groups, ones that had been seated in power and alienated from the people for so long.
In the middle of the macabre sight was a man sprawled on his knees, looking at the dark clouds above, his face showing no emotion aside from the slight countenance of loss and sadness.
He stared into the heavens like he was expecting an answer, a miracle to clear all of the mess he had partaken in, to bring back the lives of the wonderful people he had just killed. However, there was none, none but the cold wind by his side.
He slowly turned down his head, then screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Undoing death is beyond any mage. It is only just that I join them," he muttered under his breath.
His breathing slowed, and his heartbeat grew weaker with each passing minute. He brought his hand and held the end of one of the two spears that had been driven into him.
His courtly robes had been torn and discarded in the battle; all he had on was a bloodstained blue gambeson and muddied white trousers.
He brought his hands down to the ground for rest as strength seeped away from him. The spears had pierced through vital organs, and no amount of magic could save him now.
His blonde hair had been roughened and stained with mud and soot, his face was riddled with little wounds and cuts, and there were multiple bleeding wounds across his body.
The man smiled as he reminisced about his past… of the good and tough times.
'My years weren't so bad,' he thought.
Just before the last of his strength left him, he heard the faint sound of footsteps and the splashing of water. His vision was hazy, and as he managed to look up at an elevated rock from his depressed perspective, he spotted those responsible for his terrible predicament.
He had expected it, and as much as he wanted to, he could bear no ill intentions towards them. He had let his morality play too great a role in his politics, and that was something the others weren't very fond of.
The man, the mage who had just slaughtered so many spell wardens and magic knights, was none other than the Archmage of Tedris, the most powerful mage in Tedris and a symbol of power deterring the neighboring imperial states.
He had refused to take part in the imperialist aims of the powerful nobles in the King's court. Taking so much life for a piece of land was beyond cruel; it was monstrous and akin to the ways of the hated creatures of the depths that the humans of the past had warned them about. It was antithetical to his beliefs.
He heard crackles in the distance. They took joy in his suffering as he took his last breaths, and yet he had no more energy to give, no emotion. All he could do was remember.
Images of his beautiful wife flashed in his mind, and once the thought of her left him, he fell, his body joining the numbers of the dead.
However…
On his back emanated a bright blue light, one that shone through his very thick gambeson and surprised even the nobles on the plateau above.
"What's the light?"
"What's happening?!"
"This is the Archmage we are talking about. We shouldn't have done this; he had a trick up his sleeve!"
The nobles panicked. They were close to scattering and running in fear, but the bright light soon dimmed and disappeared, abating the horror that was once imminent.
"Nothing?"
It was more than nothing. Ausvine Redris's soul was put in the cycle of reincarnation by a nudge of a glyph put on his back many years ago by his magically talented wife, one that was created for resurrection–that was believed to be for resurrection as it was nothing but a magic hypothesis. It would have resurrected him and given him a couple of minutes before he died once again from a greatly damaged body, but the magic glyph had been tampered with in the battle and instead sent him on a course of reincarnation.
The nobles, however, saw nothing. There was no one with the astral affinity amongst them, and they were blind to all that happened, most of what happened. They could tell that a powerful spell took place as they were all at least of the third heightening.
Many of them jumped down and approached the Archmage's body, but aside from the ugly sight and the reek of blood, nothing else could be observed.
"You could have been the greatest Archmage in all of Tedris history, but look at you, you're nothing but a lifeless shell, and another will take your place," a figure shrouded by a blanket of shadow spoke.
And from there on, Ausvine's soul traversed the astral planes for numerous years until finally, a body called to him.
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