ArchMage
I stood firmly staring my opponent down, a boy around the age of fifteen, small. The fears in his eyes were followed by a light stream of tears. But he did not run, even as I dashed towards him with intent to knock him back. I was forced back into the arena wall leaving it cracked and crumbling. I pushed myself out of the wall to study my once freighted foe. His eyes were ablaze with flames and his palms morphed into bear like claws engulfed in fire. His voice distorted into
Purgatory
I yawned heavily as the birds chirped from outside. The gold early morning sun beamed through the gaps between the blinds. I scratched my head and climbed out of bed half awake. I dressed myself and walked to the stairway. I could hear my mum humming as she was making breakfast. I greeted her with a smile as I entered the kitchen. “Off to school with you!” She smiled as she handed me a piece of toast. I groaned and grabbed my bag and rushed out the door. Cameron was waiting
