The Dark Mage

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He finally stopped to rest after five hours of journey.
He watched the shadows lenghtening on the desert sand.

He had fled Tulla to find non-magicians to practice magic on.
He wished he could teleport. Travelling in the desert was tough.

A shadow appeared and vanished at the edge of his sight.
Something had been following him from just outside Tulla.

His will reached forward looking for corpses to conjure spirits out of.
Then he understood. It was alich following him.

Fear spread down his spine. He packed. It was definitely time to continue traveling. He did not want to risk an encounter with that thing.

 

He awoke in Tarant feeling very strange. He tried to stand up but found his legs to be too wobbly. All he could remember was a lich...

The lich had fought him... he had lost... but how did he get to Tarant. He couldn't remember, his head still spun.

With a sigh of resignition, he went back to sleep.