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Mage's Destiny: Meteor's Last Stand
Anonymous
May 10
Scenario:Brazilian mage created by indians, saves The world from a meteor.
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It was only a few at first, but then more came, until they were falling so fast that they stung my skin like tiny pinpricks of ice.
I opened my eyes and gasped in shock as I realized that they were coming from me.
The day I discovered I was a mage, the world was going to end.
The air around us was filled with swirling balls of light, like tiny stars that had fallen from the sky and become trapped on earth.
I just didn’t know it yet.
The sun was high in the sky, and the air was hot and dry.
I raised my arms and tried to make them stop, but they only spun faster and faster as more and more came falling down around us.
A gust of wind blew through the clearing then, scattering the lights in every direction and knocking us all off our feet.
I stood with my tribe in the clearing, waiting for the shaman to begin the ritual.
We were going to summon the rain, and I was excited.
I heard Elder Tupa’s voice calling my name, but I couldn’t make out his words over the sound of howling wind that seemed to be coming from everywhere at once.
I’d never seen a real rainstorm before, only heard stories from the elders.
I closed my eyes and reached for my magic again, trying to control the tempest I had unleashed upon us.
But this time no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make it stop.
They said that if we didn’t get rain soon, our crops would die and we would all starve.
Elder Tupa’s voice was closer now, almost right next to me, but still I couldn’t understand what he was saying over the deafening roar of the wind.
But with my help, we would get rain today.
I could feel it in my bones.
“Lucas!”
he cried out.
The shaman began to chant, and I closed my eyes, letting his words wash over me.
“You must calm the storm!
I felt a strange tingling in my fingers, like they were waking up after being asleep for a long time.
I opened my eyes and looked down at my hands.
You’re making it worse!”
They were glowing with a soft white light, and I gasped in surprise.
His words sent a chill down my spine.
“Elder Tupa, come look at this!”
Calm the storm?
one of the other shamans called.
What did he mean?
The old man limped over to me, his face grave.
But before I could ask him for clarification, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky and struck one of the trees near us.
He examined my hands for a minute, then looked up at me.
I screamed and fell to the ground, covering my head with my arms as the tree fell with a loud crash.
I could see the fear in his eyes, and it made my stomach twist with unease.
I thought the storm couldn’t get any worse, but I was wrong.
This was no ordinary storm.
I’d never been afraid of the shaman before, but something about the way he was looking at me now sent a shiver down my spine.
It was something else entirely.
“What is it, Elder?”
I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Something dark and angry and very, very powerful.
He shook his head slowly, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
The wind howled even louder as I struggled to my feet and looked around for Elder Tupa.
He was standing a few feet away from me, his arms raised to the sky and his face set in a grimace of concentration.
“We need to hurry,” he said.
“The storm is coming.”
“More offerings!”
His words sent another shock of fear through me, and I looked up at the sky.
he shouted over his shoulder.
“We need more offerings if we’re going to get through this drought!”
Sure enough, dark clouds were starting to gather on the horizon, blocking out the sun and casting us into shadow.
With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I realized that the old man didn’t know the danger we were in.
But it wasn’t supposed to storm until tomorrow.
He thought we were just summoning rain.
Why was it happening now?
The shaman grabbed my arm and led me away from the rest of the tribe.
But I knew better.
I took a step towards him, my heart pounding in my chest, and grabbed his arm.
“Can you feel it?”
he asked as we walked.
“We have to stop, Elder Tupa,” I said.
“This is no ordinary storm.
“I can feel it too, deep in my bones.
Can’t you feel it?
The magic is coming, Lucas.
This isn’t what we wanted to happen.
It’s time to awaken the power within you.”
We made a mistake.”
I didn’t know what he meant, but I nodded anyway.
I wanted to make the old man happy.
The old shaman turned to look at me, his eyes wide with surprise.
He’d been kind to me ever since I was a baby, even though I wasn’t really part of the tribe.
He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get the words out, a bolt of lightning came crashing down from the sky and struck the ground right in front of us.
I screamed and jumped back, but the old man wasn’t fast enough.
My mother had died in childbirth, and my father had disappeared when I was only a few months old.
The lightning hit him full on, throwing him backwards through the air until he landed in a crumpled heap on the ground.
No one knew who he was or where he came from, so the tribe took me in and raised me as their own.
I stared at his body in shock, too stunned to move or speak or even think.
But I’d always felt like an outsider, like I didn’t really belong here with them.
He couldn’t be dead.
Maybe that’s why I was so excited to help with the ritual, to prove that I was a real member of the tribe after all.
The shaman led me to a small clearing in the forest.
This couldn’t be happening.
With shaking hands, I reached out for my magic again and tried to make the storm stop.
The other tribesmen had already set up a circle of stones in the center of the clearing and were dancing around it, chanting and waving their arms in the air.
The sky above us was dark now, and I could hear thunder rumbling in the distance.
The rain was coming soon, I knew it.
I took my place next to Elder Tupa and waited for his instructions.
The sky lit up with another bolt of lightning and for an instant, I could see everything.
The ground was charred and blackened, and the air was filled with smoke and the acrid stench of burning flesh.
“Close your eyes and concentrate,” he said softly.
“Feel the magic flowing all around you, through you.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, and I realized that it wasn’t just storm clouds blocking out the sun.
Let it fill your heart and soul.”
It was smoke.
I did as he said and filled my mind with thoughts of water and rain and storms.
The whole sky was covered in smoke from some distant fire, and there was something else too, something huge and dark and moving impossibly fast.
For a second, I thought it was a bird, but then I blinked and saw that it was something much, much bigger than that.
I listened to the sound of my own heartbeat and tried to ignore everything else around me.
It was coming straight for us.
The shaman’s voice rose in pitch as he continued to chant, and I could feel my own power growing in response.
My hands began to glow again as I reached for the magic inside me and drew it out into the world around us.
And then the sky went dark again.
Another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky and everything went white.
Somewhere off in the distance, I heard someone screaming.
It took me a moment to realize that the person screaming was me.
The world came back into focus slowly, one piece at a time.
My head hurt and my eyes felt like they were on fire.
I couldn’t see anything through the blinding white light, but I could still hear things.
People shouting and screaming and crying out in panic.
And then there was another sound, something loud and deep and terrible.
BOOM!
It sounded like thunder, but it was so much louder than that.
A hundred times louder.
The ground shook beneath my feet, and I fell to my knees, clutching my head and praying for it to stop.
But it didn’t stop.
It kept coming closer and closer until it seemed like the whole world was shaking apart at the seams.
And then, just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore…
… it stopped.
The blinding white light faded away, and as I blinked away the spots in my eyes, I realized that the rain had stopped too.
The sky was still dark and overcast, but the clouds were starting to break up and drift away into the distance.
The wind had died down too, and the air was filled with the smell of rain and smoke and something else that I couldn’t quite place.
As I looked around the clearing and tried to make sense of what had just happened, I saw that the rest of the tribe was staring at me in disbelief.
The elders were there too, looking on in horror as they realized what I had done.
Or at least they thought they knew what I had done.
Elder Tupa’s body lay crumpled on the ground a few feet away from me, his skin charred and blistered and smoking slightly in the cool morning air.
His eyes were open and staring up at the sky, and his mouth was moving silently as if he were trying to speak or say something important.
But he wasn’t saying anything.
He was dead.
And the old man wasn’t the only one who had died today either.
It looked like a giant finger of flame reaching down from the heavens to burn away everything it touched.
But it wasn’t a finger of flame at all.
It was a meteor!
A huge burning rock falling from the sky and headed straight for us!
And not just us either!
If that thing hit the ground, it would destroy everything for miles around!
The whole clearing would be vaporized in an instant!
And that wasn’t even the worst part!
If that thing hit the ground hard enough, it could send shockwaves rippling through the earth for thousands of miles!
And that wasn’t even the worst part!
If that thing hit the ground hard enough, it would throw up a cloud of dust and debris that would blot out the sun for years!
And that wasn’t even the worst part!
If that happened, crops would fail and people would starve and life as we knew it would come to an end!
Our world would be plunged into darkness and chaos and despair!
We couldn’t let that happen!
We had to do something!
But what could we do?
The meteor was huge and moving impossibly fast.
It would be on top of us before we even had a chance to react.
It would be too late.
It would be over.
No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t make myself believe that this was really happening.
I’ve seen some crazy things in my time.
I’ve fought monsters and bandits and all kinds of other dangerous things too.
But this.
This was different.
This was something else entirely.
This was the end of the world!
A hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality.
Elder Tupa’s body still lay crumpled at my feet, but his spirit was right beside me now.
His eyes were glowing with a soft golden light as he looked down at me with a mixture of pride and sadness.
“We have to stop it,” he said.
“We have to save the tribe.”
I nodded and looked up at the sky.
The meteor was still falling, but it wasn’t as far away as it had been before.
I could see now that it wasn’t just a ball of fire and rock either.
There were other things in there too, other things moving around in the darkness and falling towards the earth along with it.
I didn’t know what they were, and I didn’t care either.
All I knew was that they were headed straight for us, and that if we didn’t do something to stop them, they would destroy us all.
I glanced over at Maria and saw that she had an arrow nocked in her bow and ready to fire.
Her eyes were sharp and focused, and her lips were set in a thin, determined line.
She looked scared, but she also looked brave, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw her there beside me, ready to face whatever came our way together.
“On my signal,” I said, “shoot for the heart.”
She nodded and raised her bow, but before she could let loose her arrow, I reached out and grabbed her hand and held on tight.
