The event that haunted the Turall's memory played in his mind once more as he finally drifted off to sleep... Jake Morgen's hands went to the swords sheathed at his sides, for comfort more than anything as the memories played again...
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He was in Turall, in the pit. He was facing off against a girl he'd known for a while, they'd started to become friends. The wooden shortswords clashed repeatedly against one another, both of them at an equal match. The instructors watched impassively as the two fought hard. It was the best fight Jake had had in a while, and his adrenaline was pumping as he raised a leg, kicking her backwards and darting forward, putting her on the ground....
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Then, his vision flashed to the future. They were talking, having gone on a walk to clear their heads. A simple talk, about nothing in particular, but both of them were comforted by each other's presence. Five years had passed since they'd joined the Turall battleschool, and they'd grown pretty close over time. A trip spent talking among friends. Truly, this was all they'd needed.
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They'd left Turall, and went off traveling across the land. Him and the one who was now his girlfriend, along with a mage they'd met known as Hector Khada. Turall training had left him scarred both physically and mentally, but he was having a good time here. They heard of a bandit camp that had been terrorizing a local village. Their eyes had immediately looked into each other's, as they all nodded at once, Jake agreeing to take the job.... This was the day that would change his life.
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In the midst of battle, Jake was a terror. Ripping his enemies apart left and right, he left a trail of corpses wherever he went. Nearby was Emma, the altalar doing as well as he, the enemies falling one by one. Hector was at the outskirts with his staff, unstoppable. An enemy struck him, and the butterflies swirling around his person stopped the blade with ease, like armor, and as he waved his hand, another bandit went into a fury and started attacking his comrades... Jake focused more intently on his fight, sparing a quick glance to Emma... And that was when it all went wrong.
The bandit behind her stabbed her in the back with his knife, her eyes widening as the blades from the two she was fighting penetrated deeply into her. She let out a gasp in pain, and Jake lost it...
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Jake panted heavily, casting both his swords aside as he darted to Emma's side, looking her over. "Emma... E-emma... Are you okay?" He asked, and she looked up at him, trying to form words but unable. He turned hopelessly to Hector, remembering he was a Celestial mage! "Hector... F-fix her! D-do something!" He sobbed, looking back to her, many thoughts racing through his mind, the most prevalent feeling being desperation and fear. Hector knelt at her side, beginning to cast his incantation... But it was simply too late. She looked up, offering Jake a smile, though the fear was obvious in her eyes... She went limp in his grasp, Hector stopping his healing and looking up at Jake... Jake looked at him, nearly shouting. "Fix her! D-Do something, Hector! God damn it, you're a mage! You can fix her!" He sobbed, looking down at her, at the corpse in his arms as he collapsed, sobs wracking his body... "Please... Save her..." Hector remained silent, standing slowly...
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He was in Turall, in the pit. He was facing off against a girl he'd known for a while, they'd started to become friends. The wooden shortswords clashed repeatedly against one another, both of them at an equal match. The instructors watched impassively as the two fought hard. It was the best fight Jake had had in a while, and his adrenaline was pumping as he raised a leg, kicking her backwards and darting forward, putting her on the ground....
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Then, his vision flashed to the future. They were talking, having gone on a walk to clear their heads. A simple talk, about nothing in particular, but both of them were comforted by each other's presence. Five years had passed since they'd joined the Turall battleschool, and they'd grown pretty close over time. A trip spent talking among friends. Truly, this was all they'd needed.
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They'd left Turall, and went off traveling across the land. Him and the one who was now his girlfriend, along with a mage they'd met known as Hector Khada. Turall training had left him scarred both physically and mentally, but he was having a good time here. They heard of a bandit camp that had been terrorizing a local village. Their eyes had immediately looked into each other's, as they all nodded at once, Jake agreeing to take the job.... This was the day that would change his life.
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In the midst of battle, Jake was a terror. Ripping his enemies apart left and right, he left a trail of corpses wherever he went. Nearby was Emma, the altalar doing as well as he, the enemies falling one by one. Hector was at the outskirts with his staff, unstoppable. An enemy struck him, and the butterflies swirling around his person stopped the blade with ease, like armor, and as he waved his hand, another bandit went into a fury and started attacking his comrades... Jake focused more intently on his fight, sparing a quick glance to Emma... And that was when it all went wrong.
The bandit behind her stabbed her in the back with his knife, her eyes widening as the blades from the two she was fighting penetrated deeply into her. She let out a gasp in pain, and Jake lost it...
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Jake panted heavily, casting both his swords aside as he darted to Emma's side, looking her over. "Emma... E-emma... Are you okay?" He asked, and she looked up at him, trying to form words but unable. He turned hopelessly to Hector, remembering he was a Celestial mage! "Hector... F-fix her! D-do something!" He sobbed, looking back to her, many thoughts racing through his mind, the most prevalent feeling being desperation and fear. Hector knelt at her side, beginning to cast his incantation... But it was simply too late. She looked up, offering Jake a smile, though the fear was obvious in her eyes... She went limp in his grasp, Hector stopping his healing and looking up at Jake... Jake looked at him, nearly shouting. "Fix her! D-Do something, Hector! God damn it, you're a mage! You can fix her!" He sobbed, looking down at her, at the corpse in his arms as he collapsed, sobs wracking his body... "Please... Save her..." Hector remained silent, standing slowly...
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