Through Arn's skull. His hands forced to hold the staff. A final attempt to control the spell. The explosion i will never forget, so beautiful, so much power in two hands, and even as he died he controlled it for his son. To make sure he survives and witnesses his father's ultimate power. An orange light.. no it was energy, pure energy in the form of magic charged liquid.
Now a days the sage calls it plasma, what stars are made of. They say Arn went to a world of stars and learned the spell mimicking the stars and gods of that world. It was beautiful, the spell could of easily burned away my father and everything between him and the general store.
Instead all that power, was forced upward. The forced traveled up but it didn't stay there. like watching a building fall, i saw that power land over my father, too exhausted to move, threw his sword aside, dropped to his knee and yelled Zamorak your next. The beam of "plasma" fell over him. What is left of the after math of that battle was a wrecked goblin villa, a rune long sword, a necromancer staff, and a hole, a thirty foot wide, 20 foot deep hole. The house was gone. Later that night the Dragon sword was sent to the champion's guild, Lucas left with the staff to join the wizard's tower. One of the best young mages in misthalin. I joined the Lumbridge Guard in case of another Necromancer, Dragon, or goblin raid.
29-Mar-2013 09:00:36
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