A Fantasy Tale – Part Three

This is an extract of a fantasy story I wrote many years ago, in 1999/2000.

This follows on from this post:



Part Three

Lara wondered where the High Mage had gone. Half an hour ago he had announced he would be back soon, but there was something important he needed to do. David had returned to his lessons with his tutor, Mage Caraffi, who by all accounts was brilliant but considered quite a nutcase. Becoming quite annoyed at being left alone for so long, Lara stood up to leave. Just at that moment the old man returned, slightly red in the face.

“Where do you think you’re going young lady? If you have no patience then you’ll have to learn some. Practising magic can make angling look interesting at times” Barked the High Mage.

“But where have you been? I have been sitting here waiting for you for ages.”

“The call of nature affects us all, you know. Just because I’m a High Mage does not mean my digestive system stops working. If you are so fascinated about where I go then I will send you a copy of my social diary. Now let’s get to work.”

High Mage Angstrom began rummaging around in an old chest of drawers. Eventually he produced a handful of old yellow parchment covered with wiggly symbols. He laid them out on the mahogany desk and beckoned Lara closer.

“I presume you know all about the different schools of Magehood?” the High Mage enquired.

“Well, no, I’m afraid I don’t know anything at all about Wizards. That’s why I’m here, after all.”

The High Mage drew himself up to his full height and puffed out his chest. Indignantly he said “WIZARDS! WIZARDS! We are not Wizards. We are Mages. We practice Magic NOT Wizardry. Wizards are not much better than Witches. Bunch of amateurs, that’s what they are.”

“Oh, I’m sorry but I thought you were all called Wizards.”

“Maybe to the ignorant. To anyone with a scrap of education and knowledge, we are Mages. Anyway, as I was saying, there are several schools of magic, designated by a colour. I am a High Mage of the Red Magehood, but there are also others.”

“What make as Wiz…er Mage a Red Mage?”

“Good question. To put it as simply as I can, a Mage taps energy and controls it to cast spells. The source of that energy designates to which school of magic we belong. Red Mages tap the energy within ourselves, within each and every one of us. We can use the energy our own bodies convert from the food we eat and use it to bring about our wishes.”

“Fascinating, but what other kinds can there be?” Lara asked.

“Well, you can draw energy from the natural surroundings, the trees, rivers and the wind all produce an energy that can be tapped. Mages that use this source of energy are known as Green Mages. They live far off to the South of here in the swamps, marshes and Jungles. They’re just a bunch of druids really, they’ve absolutely no refinement or finesse.”

Lara was thankful that she had been friends with Old Cornelius, her father’s resident physicist. He had taught her something about energy but she had never thought she would ever need it.

The High Mage continued.

“There are also White Mages. They draw energy from, what they call the eternal spirit and source of all goodness. It’s all a load of tripe, I say. Source of goodness? Absolute poppycock! I must admit though, they can cast some very impressive magic when they do decide to use it. Whites believe they can’t use their magic for selfish reasons, just for their own good, only for the benefit of others, and what’s the point of that, I’d like to know? There are a couple of White mages here in the Palace, you may not have seen them, they are rather quiet. They are representatives of some kingdom far off to the East. They look more like peasants than Mages. Where was I? Oh Yes, there are those Purple Mages.”

From his dark tone, Lara gathered that High Mage Angstrom did not think at all admirably of these Purple Mages, she wondered to herself why that could be.

The High Mage interrupted her thoughts, “Your problem Lara is that you think too much. Just listen to me for now. Purple Mages tap the energy from other people, rather than themselves. They drain the energy from their victims to bring about their wishes. They usually have lots of slaves that they use for this purpose and they have developed some quite obscene acts and rituals to get the maximum benefit from their poor victims. They have absolutely no morals or scruples. Nothing is out-of-bounds, they destroy defenceless animals and even innocent children. Evil creatures they are, and I’m glad to say we have no representatives from them in the palace. They live to the south and west of here, over the great mountains.”

The time was progressing rapidly, it was nearly lunchtime already. Her Father would soon be wondering where she was. What excuse could she think of? She had been to the Doctors already that week. He had told her not to bother him and it wasn’t at all unusual to have a spot in that particular part of her body. Then it came to her. Her Ballet lessons would make excellent excuse. She no longer went because she saw no reason why she’d want to be able to do the splits. Her Father would never know.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and it then swung open to reveal the bulky figure of her Father. He looked surprised to see his eldest daughter there.

“Lara! What on earth are you doing here? I told you I didn’t want you talking to Wizards. Sorry Angstrom, no offence intended. Answer me girl, why are you here?”

Lara stuttered over her reply “Father…I…er…well, I thought I would…I have the gift Father.” She confessed.

Her Father raised his voice even further.”Don’t be so stupid girl. You can’t have the gift. No One in my family have ever had the gift. Never. You’re coming with me girl. Gift Indeed. What you need is a bit of young company to take your mind of this sort of thing, parties and such like. I am going to send you away, you and your cousin Bethra, to stay with my cousin, Lady Hardcastle in the city of Albana. You’ll enjoy the livelier atmosphere and have lots of fun there and Magic is illegal so you’ll be free of all that nonsense. Now get back to your room and pack.”

“But Father” Lara protested.

“GO!” Her Father shouted.

Knowing never to argue with her Father, Lara quickly ran back to her quarters as fast as she could. What on earth was she going to do? How can she go to a place where magic was illegal? She was Magic. 

End of Part Three

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 29/May/2018

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