Zildra Mazok

As I lie down, face in the dirt, hearing the screams of the people that I used to laugh, talk and banter with, looking at all this destruction that came to be, one question was on my mind: "Where's my mom?"

I started to get up, looking at all the burning houses, the dead bodies on the ground, the people running, leaving their possessions. This was a massacre.

"Lookout!" a voice called to me as another bolt of fire passed next to me, exploding the people who were running away, destroying everything in its path.

The smell of burning flesh and blood was burned into my memory. In my panic, I started calling for my mother. "Mom, please, where are you? Dad, help me!" But no response was to be had.

Suddenly, I felt a big hand come across my torso and carry me. I was too stunned to do anything. It was my friend Chris's father Alfred, carrying me and his son and running.

"Please wait, I have to find my family," I begged him.

He kept his silence and continued running. He was a well-built man, used to work as a builder in our village. I bet that seeing his creations burned down and destroyed hurt, but at that moment, hurt wasn't a feeling he needed to feel. When I looked at his face, it was despair, fear, and anger.

I turned to see the source of the destruction and saw two figures, one tall and thin with long flowing hair, the other shorter and muscular with a jagged scar running down its face. They were demonoids.

I couldn't believe what was happening. How could my peaceful hometown be attacked by these monstrous creatures? And where were my parents?

I lived in a village called "Versenheil" it is named after one of heroes of old who ws said to have deafeted a demonoid before. the village wasnt wealthy, but we were not poor, food was always provided, trade with other villages was facilated and our leader was just and fair.

Our village was known for its number one export, "Mages" even though magic was common, our village always had those with high quality, and so, expectations were set from the start to anyone born here to have great affinity to magic and one of its elements, and as fate would have it, I wasnt one of those Mages.

I could always sense mana, and that gave the village elders great hopes for me, but i couldnt control it, not fire, water earth nor wind. I was basically a cripple.

My parents didnt mind though, always believed in me without putting too much pressure on me, but that was only my parents. eveyone else thought of me as nothing, less than nothing.

Kids would make fun of me, hit me, cast spells on me, but there was always Chris, he always protected me, he was my first and only friend, we were born on the same day and our families were friends.

My father and mother, "Kyle" and "Zeina" were the type of parents who wanted to give me the world if they could. but being without magic, that ment nothing to me, oh how i regret how much i took their love for granted.

If we make it out, i need to appologize to them.

My father worked as a farmer, he could manipulate wind and earth, making him very helpful in farming and utility based tasks.

My mother on the other hand didnt work, she was almost always tired and sickly, the days she could move we usually went for walks around town, those walks didnt last long.

She wasnt originally from this village like my father was, but the people accepted her as their own.

My father told me that mom was once a powerful mage, seeing her condition it was hard to believe. but she did always have some interesting insight on magic. and tried to help me and guide me into using it. but unfortuanly that didnt work either.

All these thoughts of my home and my past life flashed through my mind, as i see house after house burn and fall down.

All those thoughts went to null as i saw a fire bolt headed towards us. "DAD WATCH OUT" Chris shouted as he too saw it, in a moment of despiration, chris started chanting a water spell to counter the fire.

As he shot his water ball, it was no match to the burning fury of that fire, dissapating into smoke even before reaching it.

Suddenly, a huge water spell was casted from our right, it was my dad. I wasnt aware of his affinity to water, but didnt care right now, atleast he is alive. and so must mom.

At this Point, Chris's father looked tired and let us down. seemingly tired from all the running and carrying, and the emotions he must be feeling.

I looked to see my father standing there, his hands glowing with electricity. "Come on, we have to go!" he yelled, grabbing my hand and pulling me along.

As we ran, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I turned to see one of the demonoids staring at us with its glowing red eyes. firing another fire bolt directly at us, only for my father to quickly counter it again.

"DAMN IT" he shouted.

Then, My father created this huge wall made from the earth, making it hard to locate us as we hid nearby.

As we hid my father looked at Chris's father and said "Alfred, I trust you with my sons life, get out of here. run."

"Where should we go" Alfred replied.

"To the gates, Go get some help, il keep the demon at bay"

"Zil, Know that both your mother and I love you, now go!"

This was the last thing i heard my father say.

To be continued...