by D. W.
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Broken Mage
By D.W. Jackson
Copyright © D.W. Jackson
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CHAPTER I
Thad hunched over his small dinner. It was his first taste of meat since the princess had sent some dried jerky through the sending box. He wasn’t sure what kind of animal it was and didn’t want to think about it too much, but he had seen them many times in the caves. It looked like a mix between a mouse and a rabbit with short gray fur, long ears, and a thin skinny tail spotted with hair.
By his reckoning he had been wandering in the caves for around twenty days based on the number of times he had been able to use the sending box. Thanks to the princess sending small amounts of food and water through the sending box whenever she could he was still alive.
The first few days he had tried to find an exit close to where he had entered, but the cave-in had cut off all the upper tunnels, forcing him to search in the deeper levels. It had been an effort of trial and error. He had spent more time backtracking than he could measure as most of the tunnels led to dead ends. More than once he was sure he had taken the same tunnel multiple times.
Thad had been following his current path for what he believed was about two days. It had a few offshoots from what he considered the central corridor, but he passed them without a second glance, hoping the one he was on would lead him to either an exit or someplace with food.
He had to move slowly and rest often, having to relying heavily on his magic to walk since the Ablaians had cut off his right foot. His magic had also saved his life on numerous occasions, sometimes it was as simple as casting a light so he could see where he walked, but every few days he would come across one of the denizens of the deep tunnels.
He had fought and killed many terrifying creatures only heard about in stories, stories he had always believed were only made up to scare children and entertain audiences. Goblins were the most common so far, vicious and fierce little creatures, no more than three feet high with skin that looked light gray under his magical light. The majority of which carried crude weapons made of stone held in their bulbous and deformed hands.
So far only two of the groups he had met had engaged him and he learned that despite their size they could do a great deal of damage. They melded with the darkness as if they were born of it, popping out and attacking with speed and precision in an animalistic fashion.
The best weapon in the darkness was not his sword but, the light of his staff, illuminating all around him when invoked. The creatures of the dark despised the light and would quickly scurry from his path to escape the painful radiance. The ones who didn’t run were slowed, almost stunned by the light, and quickly fell to his sword. It wasn’t pleasant or honorable work, but an easy kill was still an easy kill, and Thad was driven only by his desire to live.
The only creature that had forced him to run had been an eyeless stone snake that had nearly killed him. Thad had fought hard but to his almost fatal surprise, his magically sharpened sword skipped off the beast’s scales. The foul creature had chased him for a long time but Thad had finally escaped when a slower moving meal distracted his pursuer.
The constant daily walk was wearing, not only on his body, but on his mind as well. Every time he woke to the darkness, he fell deeper into a depression and his desperate hope of finding the surface above seemed that much more unlikely.
As he hobbled down the dark corridor, Thad could hear the scuttling of something nearby. It hadn’t crossed into the light, but the distinct sound of something moving across the ground set his nerves on edge. Even though the sound was just barely audible, he knew it didn’t mean the creature making it was necessarily small or harmless. Lifting his staff up slightly, he let the diamond on its top flare brightening a much larger area.
Thad let out a sigh of relief as the light from his staff revealed the hunched form of a large cave rat. They could be vicious but unless his light expired they would stay well away from him. Sometimes the cave rats would follow him hoping for as easy meal, but they quickly tired of the hunt and would move off to find easier prey.
Dimming his light to conserve his strength, Thad continued down the main corridor, down into the depths of the earth. After what felt like hours of endless walking, his stomach began to hurt with the pains of mounting hunger. He checked the sending box hoping that the princess had sent another one of her care packages, but was disappointed to find it still empty. He checked the magic levels of the gems and found them to be strong enough for a sending. He wanted to let the princess know how he was doing, but had to weigh that want against the two days he would have to wait before the princess could use the sending box to send him more supplies. When he didn’t know where his next meal was coming from, it was simply too big of a risk.
His stomach grumbling and his body fatigued Thad forced himself forward until he came to a fork in the cave that led off in two separate paths. Closing his eyes Thad listened hoping to catch the sound of the outside world or the smell of grass. When there was nothing except the ever-present suffocating darkness and dank smell, he decided to take the path leading to his right.
Thad knew he was tiring fast and needed to rest but unless he found a concealed place to rest, he might as well slit his own throat and save himself the terror of being eaten alive. Thad allowed his staff to dim a little more and weakened the force being used on his right foot, unbalancing him and causing a little more pain in his steps. It lengthened his allowable travel time which was a necessary as time wore on without a suitable concealed place to rest.
Shuffling along for a little longer, he finally found a small alcove, just barely big enough for his body. Thad squeezed in and settled into a somewhat comfortable position. Pulling a small piece of iron from his pocket, he placed it on the ground before him. He stretched out his hand letting the magic course through him naturally, acting on the metal, forcing it to stretch incredibly thin until it covered the entrance, trapping him in his small sanctuary.
Thad still marveled at the ease with which he could perform magic. When he had first learned to wield the natural forces around him, he had forced the magic to his will. It was becoming increasingly apparent, that had been using the wrong approach; and while it worked, it tired him out quickly as well as stressed his mind. During his capture, he had spent a lot of time reflecting while trapped within dark recesses of his own mind. There he had learned that if he merely allowed the magic to come to him and simply directed it to the desired outcome, it became so much easier to perform his craft.
With the outside horrors of the dark held at bay, Thad relaxed and pulled the small sending box into his lap. It was still empty so he gently placed it back in his bag and pulled out one of the letters from the princess. He had read all her letters numerous times but simply having something connected to another living person helped stave off his loneliness.
Extingu
ishing his staff Thad activated one of the light rings the princess had sent to him. It had been nice of her to send him some of the magical items he had set aside for Monique, if not entirely needed. The rings did allow him a few hours to rest his personal reserves of magic without having to do without the cherished light. She had also sent him one of the shield rings, though it was not the same strength as the one he had worn before his capture, but in a pinch it could come in handy. He wished the princess would send him some raw materials to work with so he could make some useful items. With nothing better to do, he had come up with a lot of ideas he wanted to try out.
Opening the letter, Thad smiled as he stared at the curly feminine writing. He had not seen the princess in some time, but he missed her cheery face and cutely adolescent commanding demeanor. Though in truth, he would settle with almost any human company at the moment.
Dear Thad,
I am glad to hear that you are doing well. As per your request I sent notification of your wellbeing to Southpass Fort.
Today we received a missive from General Foreman. It seems Captain Eloen has crossed into enemy territory in an attempt to rescue you. At the present time, mother has no way to reach her and let her know of your safety. If we receive any word of her, I shall let you know immediately.
On other news, we were visited by a man dressed all in black the other day who sent shivers down my back. He is here for the sole purpose, it seems, to ask about you. I am not sure why but the mere presence of the man is distressing and ominous. Mother sent him away quickly and the look on his face showed he didn’t seem happy about being dismissed so off-handedly.
Mother has every scholar in the Royal School scouring books for any information that might be of use to you in the caves. So far they have only found small mentions of expedition into the vast underground mazes that seem to crisscross under the entirety of Kurt.
I must go now. Mother has another meeting with Duchess Lesara and wants me to be present to keep her daughter occupied. I shall write again as soon as I am able. Be well and come home safe, when you are done with your current adventure.
Thad folded the parchment back up and carefully placed it back in his pack. He had received that particular letter some time back. It was hard to remember exactly when since the passage of time doesn’t mean much down here in the light-less depths of the earth. He had spent countless hours worrying about Eloen and her soldiers when he had learned that they had followed into enemy lands to find him. While he was unsure of whether he loved her, he did know he cared for a great deal. During their time on the road and at Southpass Fort, the often- bawdry Captain had grown as close to him as anyone had ever been.
Her feelings for him had led her into great danger, and Thad was at a loss for a way to discover if she was safe, let alone alive. All he could do was pray to the gods that she would keep herself and his friends in her unit safe. It wasn’t a happy thought to end his day. It caused him pain, but it also reminded him that even though he sat in the darkness alone, out there somewhere were others who were thinking of him.
Shutting off his thoughts, Thad settled into a deep state of meditation. He had never thought of doing so before, but the magic tome had explained the benefits of understanding yourself and expressed a need for a mage to commune with his own mind on a regular basis. He had neglected his continuous study of the book after his own initial success with magic. There was no excuse for his neglect other than his own ego blinding him.
Sinking into the dark void of his mind, he quickly found the center of his magic. It was glowing a light green and was surrounded by a nearly imperceptible pink. The color signified his own magical condition and wellness. The brighter it was, the stronger it was. Right now it was weak and waning, meaning he had pushed himself farther than was wise. It would be hours before he gained enough strength to continue his trek through the seemingly endless dark.
Thad concentrated on his magic center, trying to let it sync with the natural flow of magic within the earth around him. The exercise didn’t require him to actively use magic, just let himself be open to the magic around him and try and match its unique rhythm. At first he thought that the rhythm under the earth would be the same everywhere, but had learned differently after a few nightly meditation sessions.
The flow of magic permeated the world and was present in all things from the air above to the rocks below. Thad found through changing environments that in some areas it had thicker flow than others, like a massive river with many different offshoots winding its way through the earth. There were also different kinds of magic rivers and each one had its own unique feel to it. The magic book had referred to them as the core elements of the world. Underground, the earth and darkness elements had a strong hold and thick flow of magic, followed closely by fire. So as long as he could successfully tap into the magic around him, any spells using those elements were much easier, such as his little trick with the iron.
Thad thought about reading some more from the magical tome stuffed in his pack but he only had two light rings and didn’t want to over-use them. With little else to do, he turned off the light ring and adjusted as much as possible in the tight space until he could find a semi-comfortable position. He closed his eyes, knowing that sleep never came easy in the oppressive darkness, since every sound made him uneasy.
Thad awoke sometime later, his neck hurting from the unusual position he had settled in. He wanted to stretch and shake out the soreness out of his muscles, but there was no extra room to move. Pressing his ear awkwardly to his metal door, Thad listened for any signs of movement. When he heard none, he placed his hand on the metal, causing it to bend and shift, shrinking back into a small sphere that he stored in his pack for later use.
With a practiced touch, he sent his magic into his staff to light up the area beyond his cubbyhole. When he was sure nothing was nearby, he crawled back into the main passage and stood, letting his magic once again take the weight of his missing right foot. It had become so second nature to him, he hardly gave a thought to his missing appendage. That was, until he became tired and was forced to reduce the magic supporting his leg.
Not long after he had started his walk through the main corridor an odd noise echoed through a tunnel on his right. He knew that whatever had made such a racket would be dangerous and better left alone, but he turned toward the sound anyway. The hours of solitude were getting to him and he needed something, anything to do other than simply walking.
Thad dimmed his staff so that it only illuminated the small area around him in a soft red light. He had tried many different colors in the darkness and had discovered that red traveled the least distance, while also not stressing his tired eyes. In the absolute darkness of the underground, it was still a bright beacon and warning to anything nearby.
The clanging, and what sounded like yelling, grew louder as he moved down the narrow tunnel, repeatedly having to turn sideways or hunch down to shimmy his body and pack through a tight area.
He couldn’t afford to dim his red light, as he would be left unable to see in the darkness, but from trial and error, he knew that many of the creatures in this underworld did not react to it, and many seemed not to notice it at all. He had to take that chance now, for good or ill.
Thad discovered quite abruptly, the source of the noise as he turned around the last bend in the tunnel. A band of goblins were attacking what looked like a large black toad the size of a small house. It looked as if the goblins were doing well in the battle, though many of their number littered the floor of the large cavern.
From the looks of the rubbings on the wall it looked as if the cavern was the toad’s natural home, and the goblins were the aggressors. It was easy to see why. Large gems and crystals jutted from the wall as if they were crops growing in a fertile field. A small pool of water had also collected near one of the walls in a pool big enough to accommodate even the toad’s massive body.
His first thought beyond the existence of the adversaries, was that t
his place had almost everything he needed to survive, except for an obvious supply of metal ore and replenishing food source. Suppressing a grimace of distaste, he knew if the toad was edible it would last him a long time if he could find a way to preserve it.
Thad waited, watching as the goblins continued attacking the toad and trying to strike at its underbelly. The creature was already bleeding from numerous wounds and its movements looked wild and jerky. Its only real defense seemed to be either crushing the goblins under its immense weight or spearing them on the massive horns that jutted wildly from its head.
The battle raged on far longer than Thad would have believed possible, but the goblins finally triumphed and brought down the massive beast. Having been distracted by their foe, the goblins never saw him watching from a small side tunnel. There were still a more than a half dozen of the creatures left, and luckily they were too busy jumping on their defeated foe to pay attention to his approach.
While the goblins were still absorbed in their victory, Thad moved out from behind his hiding place throwing a ball of fire that completely engulfed the goblin unlucky enough to be closest to him. The resulting noise, light and stench of the wildly burning goblin finally caught the attention of the remaining odious little brutes, who then turned and stared at him with their beady green eyes almost glowing with obvious anger.
Knowing the darkness was to his enemy’s advantage, Thad commanded his staff return to its brilliant golden radiance. The sudden outpouring of light momentarily blinded him but when his eyes refocused he noticed it had a much greater effect on his enemies, giving him a brief moment of respite.
Wasting no time, Thad followed up by sending a bolt of lightning arcing through the cavern, slamming two of the ugly creatures against the far wall. The four remaining goblins advanced on him warily, with their crude weapons held out before them in shaky arms as they talked in their guttural and snarled language.
While Thad didn’t understand their language, the tone of it mixed with their body language spoke volumes. They were scared and arguing amongst each other. He figured they were discussing whether to run and gather more troops or try their luck now. Then again, they could be arguing over the best way to cook him. Do goblins even cook their meat? Perhaps that would best left a mystery, as he was not very eager to find out. With that thought in mind, he whirled into action, drawing his sword from its scabbard as he struck the nearest goblin with the end of his staff.