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[Tay Thormear]

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It was unknown how long Beowulf had stayed hidden away in his tower. Each day, he watched over Verity Isle, through his crystal ball. The Isle was his home, almost a child itself, each soldier a child of Beowulfs'. He watched endlessly as the soldiers grew stronger each day, how far they had all come.

Heart break, loss, depression, anger, all emotions that fueled what ever life he had left. Beowulf had grown older than he had ever felt before. Purely a wizard now, only magic flowed through his veins. Not quite the prime soldier he use to be, but wiser with spells than he could have ever dreamed of.

He had been sheltered long enough. An over due visit to his beloved Moonglow was in order. The old wizard packed up what reagents and supplies he may need. Checks for gold, crates filled with armor and weapons were strapped on to a horse. Beowulf was ready.

The Headquarters, so many memories. Meetings, battles, debates, elections, all held here. Beowulf hopped off his horse, Demitias, and tied his pack horse to the wooden fence across from the HQ. Remounting his steed, he headed off to the bank. He had no idea what he was about to encounter.

He had just entered the towns southern gates when, an energy bolt crashed into the side of Beowulf. His steed staggered left and the wizard regained his senses.

"What in the..."

A fire ball, now from the left, burned into his armor. The excess flames washed past. Beowulfs' eyes hurried around the surrounding area.

To the right, just outside the doors of bank stood a mage. He wore a robe and pointed wizards hat, a staff gripped in both hands. A malicious look on his face. To Beos' left stood another mage, wearing only a robe, no hat nor staff. Beowulf peered forward, what looked to be two citizens, rushed towards him. Their hands clenched to fists, they had the same look in their eyes as the mage to the right.

"Did I say something wrong?" Beo questioned himself.

Two energy bolts found their way into each of Beowulfs sides. He tensed as the energy coursed through his body. The two street brawlers were closing in.

"Not...today." He gritted his teeth. In the blink of an eye, his magical mace formed in his right hand, shield in his left.

The mage to the right, looked to be the most advanced of the group. He'd save him for the last. His legs locked around the body of his horse, he twisted his body left and the steed followed.

"In Bal Nox!" Beowulf screamed.

The mage suddenly clutched his throat. His breaths escaping him. His eyes widened in shock, and he dropped to one knee.

Beowulf rushed forward. His mace held high, he dropped it low and in one fluent motion swung it up, like an uppercut. The head of the mace smashed into the mages face. Beowulf and his steed rode on. The mage lay crippled on the ground. The wizard and his steed spun abruptly, rushing forward again.

"Kal Vas An Flam!" Beowulf screamed another spell. The two street brawlers had made it to where Beo just was, the mages body. He crashed into the two, his steed stopped abruptly. A cold aura surrounded the trio. "Kal Vas An Flam!" he repeated twice more. Only his two opponents seemed harmed by the spell. Their skin icing over and wrinkled up. Their bodies hit the ground.

Just Beowulf and the elder mage stood standing. The steed, without command, rushed forwards. The elder mage casted spells as quickly as his lips could form words. Beowulf took each blow without a flinch, his forward rush not faltering.

"Vas Ort Flam, Kal Vas Flam, In Vas Knox!" The combination of the three spells left Beowulfs finger tips. The mage was engulfed in red and orange flames, followed by a green mist, knocking him to the ground. Beo and his steed stood over top of the fallen mage. Out of his peripheral vision, he could see more menacing figures causing ruckus. Beowulf gritted his teeth and let out a frustrated growl.

"What is going on? Why is there such chaos in Moonglow? Each of these people look like ordinary citizens..but they seem to be drugged." His eyes met his opponent mage. "I will light a candle for you this eve, in the temple." Beo spoke quietly, "For I'm not sure if this was brought on to you unwillingly." He sighed heavily.

"In Sar." A spell drove itself into the mages chest, and he now lay motionless.

"This isn't the welcoming I was hoping for..." The wizard hurried off towards the temple. He'd have to contact the General sooner than he thought.