《The Magical World We Live In》


 Chapter 1 - Im a Sorcerer

    Near a small hill that was hidden deep in the forest, an army consisting of approximately a hundred soldiers was up against another army with the same amount of troops. On one side of the conflict, the armor wore by them had an emblem carved into it. The emblem had five lions on it, with the exception of one being larger than the others whilst in the middle. The other side of the conflict bore emblems aswell, but theirs was covered with a black cross with roses surrounding it.


    The battle was intense: swords clashed against eachother, arrows hit their human targets and even fire was thrown like a ball against the enemy. Thanks to the principles of magic, it was possible to accomplish all sorts of events, like splitting a rock in a single hit or creating massive gusts of wind that could blow away an entire person. Such was the power of mana, a resource that magic relies on.


    The conflict was about to come to an end as both sides seemed to have annihilated eachother down to the core, with only two soldiers left alive. The battle had already reached next to the small hill when the two of them stared at eachother furiously.


    "Is that all you got, you dirty loratians?!" Yelled the man who had the lion emblem on his armor, while coughing out blood from his internal injuries. His wounds were definitely beyond the limits that a normal human could bare, but he was still clumsily standing up.


    "You have good vitality for someone as filthy as a morian." Said the other standing individual with cross-rose emblem on his armor. His injuries could be considered worse than his opponent''s, but he still had energy left within him to make a final stand.


    The man labelled as a morian tightened his grip on the steel sword in his hands and started slowlylimping towards the loratian.


    "Hah! This is why you warriors can''t compete with us, sorcerers. In the end, what decides the victor is talent!" Said the loratian loudly while being joyous of his victory. He knew that the big distance between the two was enough to determine the conditions of success in casting his spell.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    "Consume the enemies in flame, fireball!" Chanted the loratian while having his left hand in the direction of the severely wounded morian warrior who wasn''t fast enough to reach his opponent. At the brink of a moment, fire started forming itself infront of the sorcerer''s hand until it shaped into a ball before launching as an attack.


    As the bright flames approached the warrior, he saw the end to his life and closed his eyes in acceptance. Death was unavoidable at this point.


    Until suddenly, from the rocky part of the hill, a large square chunk of stone flew right towards the fireball,exterminating it quickly. It didn''t stop there, it flew forward the next couple hundred meters, crushing anything that stood in its path until it finally came to a stop due to the lack of momentum.


    Both of the men who were in combat just moments ago were staring staring at eachother, their mouths fully open and their eyes wide from shock. Before they could even start thinking, they quickly turned their head towards the hill where the rock flew from.


    There was a square hole in the hill and a man standing right infront of it!


    Injuried, yet sane, the two combatants couldn''t comprehend that the one who sent the rock flying was man. They thought it was definitely the work of a strong beast. Just who was this man with peerless physical beauty that could be considered as powerful as his strength, if not more powerful!


    "Hmm..." Voiced the mysterious man after looking at the environment around the hill. Some of the trees were set alight from the battle and many dead bodies were still bleeding out on the ground.


    "So irresponsible!" He said out loud.


    The twobaffled individuals felt a shared thought, ''You randomly throw a boulder and call us out on irresponsibility?!'', yet they did not dare say it out loud in fear of his strength.


    "OH! People! Where did you come from?" Said the mysterious man after noticing the two surviving members of the battle.


    ''You notice us now?!'' The two shared a thought again.


    "Forgive me, my mind is still a bit disoriented from my most recent accomplishment"


    After saying that, the man started laughing out loud, while the other two still kept thinking...


    "WHO IN THE WORLD ARE YOU?!" They yelled out loud despite trying to keep their question private. After daring to ask that question, they immediately regretted it out of fear. But the mysterious man didn''t have any hostile plans and smiled before saying,


    "I''m a sorcerer!"

 Chapter 2 - Terror

    The man who summoned the fireball, who was also known as a loratian, was in a state of confusion after witnessing the self-titled sorcerer make his appearance. The magical power required to make a boulder of that size move was comparable to an old sage who had trained all his life. It would be possible with certain enchanted magic tools, but the sorcerer in question had none on him.


    ''He managed to perfectly time his rock to shatter my fireball and it is near impossible to get it right with inscriptions. Could it be a coincidence? No way, right at that moment? The only other explanation would be... INSTANT CAST?!'' Thought the loratian. The more mysteries he unravelled about the sorcerer, t.he more shocked he would become.


    There was no exception with the morian warrior.


    ''That physique of his... It''s perfect. His form is versatile, giving him speed, flexibility and strength. Out of all the warriors I''ve seen in my life, there is none who comes close to having a perfectly trained body like him. No, this is way beyond any training that a man could accomplish.'' Analyzed the warrior while being astonished. The only part that he couldn''t observe was below the waist, since it was covered with gray sweatpants that had a very modern style to them.


    It was true that the sorcerer''s anatomy was perfect. The shapes that his muscles, bones, skin and fat took seemed to be polished to their maximum potential. He was well-built, yet lean, giving him an aesthetic and youthful structure.


    "So... Can one of you tell me where the nearest restaurant is? I am STARVING." Said the sorcerer while switching gazes between the two infront of him, hoping to hear an answer fast.


    They took a moment to process that the sorcerer infront of them only wanted to eat. They thought of many different situations that the sorcerer could of brought up with them, but food definitely didn''t cross their minds.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    "Sir, I am Ertorude Hazantiel, a captain of the 31st Battle Division of Loratia and the third son of the noble Hazantiel family. I invite you to dine in one of the finest restaurant that the capital of Loratia has to offer, Blue-Harbor Gills!" Said the loratian in a hurry as he discarded away the fact that the sorcerer might have been an ally of Moria.


    The morian warrior realised he was falling behind and quickly reacted,


    "My name is Passe Loyt, a soldier of the Loratian''s 2nd Great Army. If I may, I offer you a spot at the Lot on Steakes dining hall located in a town that is not too far from here."


    Passe knew of more fancier restaurants, but he considered the distance they were from them. One closer to a hungry man would certainly sound more appeasing.


    "Bah! What could your peasant status offer to someone as great as him?" Asked Ertorude. He knew that nobility fared far better when conveniencing themselves with quality life conditions.


    "Hmm..." Mumbled the sorcerer before making a decision, "I don''t like fish, let''s go with the steak hall!"


    The noble Ertorude was dismayed at his decision and smashed the muddy ground with his fist in anger, but he couldn''t think of anything smart to strike back and accepted the fate that was about take motion. Now, he just hoped to escape from this situation and return home alive.


    "I will be repaying the meal with this." Said the sorcerer before pointing his index finger while having a thumb up, forming a hand pistol, towards Ertorude. Suddenly, a hole formed in the noble''s forehead and expanded instantly, blowing his head up while blood splattered everywhere.


    The warrior, Passe, was startled and took a second before processing what he saw,


    "W-What the fuck.."


    His heart was racing and his wide eyes could be seen from far away, there hasn''t been a single monstrous moment until what just happened.


    "Besides, I don''t like people trashing my old home. Well, you are off the hook though!" Said the sorcerer who looked at Passe while smiling. In response, Passe gulped down his saliva and slowly nodded.


    "Anyway..."


    The sorcerer came closer to Passe and reached out his hand,


    "My name is Jackson."


    The warrior was still in shock, but he was able to reach out his hand aswell. Passe look into the eyes of Jackson while both grasped eachothers hands, what he felt at that moment was...


    Terror.