...Fantasy..

(First time I'm trying this, gimme credit for trying =D)

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Jericho stared into his glowing hands as scorching flames spurted from his fingertips. He pointed at the squealling boar, bound by chains, terror in its eyes as it knew death was coming. The flames surged forth and engulfed the boar, leaving behind only a pile of ashes which continued to sizzle.

"Well done! Her highness would be very pleased to know her son has finally completed his circle of flame."

Jericho hated how Omeus would appear out of thin air, with a frown and a pinch of jealousy for his brother's mastery of the circle of wind, he replied,"I guess she will..but would it matter that much. She knows I don't even like the circles of destruction. When will she ever let me learn the circles of creation?"

"Dear dear brother, you know what will happen if you don't follow mother's orders.."

Immediately, Jericho turned his head and stared Omeus in the eye and whispered in a cold and harsh tone, "She isn't my mother."

With a sigh, Omeus beckoned Jericho for him to follow, and headed towards the stairs, a trail of mist following close behind. Jericho followed, searching his mind for the answer for why he had to study the circles. His pondering made him oblivious to how much time had passed and he reached the doors of Lylandris Spellforce herself. Archmage. Sorceress Supreme. Omeus touched the doors and a faint glow emerged from the center. It slowly flowed through the thin but noticable carvings on the doors, brightening every moment. The carvings lead the light to five different circles, three on the top and two at the bottem. The light devoured the door, leaving no trace of it, only a bright star with its intricate designs remained. The light continued to brighten till a blinding beams of light shot forth from the five circles.

As the light slowly dessipated, a soft yet commanding, seducing yet fearful voice echoed throughout the hall.

"Come to me my darlin sons, I heard that you have news that may interest me."

No matter how many times Jericho had walked these halls, he couldn't shake off the fear and uncertainty off his shoulders. Lylandris was not a sorceress to be trifiled with and knew she wouldn't mind killing him if she had a reason to.

The floating pillars of the hall emitted a strange aura which covered the floor with a mystical mist which cleared as the Omeus and Jericho continued down towards the queen. The blazing circle floating above their heads lighted the room with endless radiance. At the end, a throne stood. The magnificent structure was carved out of gold, its designs weaved by the skilled craftsmanship of the dwarves and the glow of light resonating from it was enchanted by the magical elves. However, the real attraction was the icy blue fire rising from the back of the throne. Its fire spurnned by the King and frozen by Lylandris herself.

"My dear Jericho, I heard you have completed your circle of fire. Are you ready to learn the circle of death?"

Jericho bit his lip and replied,"I have mastered the circle of fire."

A smile emerged on Lylandris face.

But Jericho couldn't play this game of wits anymore and blurted out,"But i do not wish to study the circle of death. I want to learn other things. Things that...aren't related to magic."

Lylandris stood up, her eyes burning with anger and she shouted,"What?!"