In the midst of a battle, you laid on the floor, almost unconscious ans totally disoriented. Where are you? What's that noise? You don't know.

All you feel are heavy vibrations through the earth itself, sand and dirt and heat fly around yourself.

magic you realize once you open your eyes.

These people are at war. Sorcerers, elves and whatnot, fighting against each other. Magicians who can wield the elements...

The clinging of a metal sword echoes through your mind and you're suddenly pulled up by strong hands.

"Are you insane?!"

That man... his golden eyes so full of anger and passion burn right into yours and his grip only tightens around your upper arms. "Get up!" He yells into your face again.

who is that man....?

He wears a crown, his handsome face is muddy and dirty. Covered in blood here and there too. So are his clothes and hands.

You haven't even listened to what he was saying. All you can focus on is the burning fire coming at you from the sky. For a moment you think it's a meteor even...

The man towers above you, not seeing what's behind his back.

You raise a hand, slowly, still too wear to even lift it higher, and within seconds you two are surrounded by lightning. Your lightning.

"Impossible...." he whispers.