All Is Not Well [Chase]

[Mordred Gwethyrn]

Fire. Pain ripped through Mordred's shoulder like fire. He couldn't heal it himself, he had no power over healing that he knew of. But it hurt.

That cursed rider! The boy had just been walking, just walking home along the main road, and he had just decided to play tricks with his mean horse. Mordred hated the nobility, most of them- the man on the horse that had reared and kicked his shoulder was clearly of noble birth. He also apparently thought it was just plain funny to ride on, guessing that the foolish child would learn his lesson and all would be well.

Except all was not well! His shoulder burnt like hell itself, and the young Druid could barely move his arm. Glancing at it, he supposed he knew what was wrong. It looked like it was dislocated. But he couldn't fix it alone! The way Aglain had done it, he needed another person. But who could he ask?

Mordred sank to the ground beside the road, curling into a ball underneath his cloak. Tears ran down his cheeks as the young Druid screwed his eyes shut, trying to will the pain away. It hurt so much, he didn't even realize that his crying was slipping into his magic. Now anyone with magic in the vicinity could hear him.

It hurts....it hurts so much...please, make it stop...

[Chase Caldera]

Chase prowled through the forest blasting various plants with concentrated beams of light. He had to hit the plants with enough energy that a hole was drilled through them but so much that he also destroyed whatever lay behind them. It was an attempt to add more precision and finesse to his magic. Chase never had been very good at precision and realised that if he was ever to destroy Dreamer he would have to master it. After all one of the main reasons Chase had lost their most recent battle was because he had grown too tired and sloppy at the end. Also it might help open up new paths of magic that he had never noticed before when he had concentrated on pure strength.

Unfortunately Chase had not quite managed to get the hang of it and kept destroying much more than he needed. Still it was getting more precise and he no lingered missed the plants.

Deciding to rest for a second Chase was just sitting himself upon a nearby rock when suddenly a voice resounded through his head "It hurts....it hurts so much...please, make it stop..." He froze wondering who the voice was. Obviously it was some physic magician but Chase would be highly surprised to hear one of the guild magicians calling out so pitifully. Weak most of them were but they had all the pride of Uther Pendragon himself.

After weighing the options Chase decided to 'follow' the voice. After all magicians were always interesting to meet and see their power. Even if the magician was boring than maybe he could find whatever had hurt him. Few things or people dared to hurt magicians for fear of retribution. Which made perfect sense, magicians were above most of the rest of humanity. They could do things that non magical people could only dream of.

Chase stumbled out onto the kings way looking about for the magician. Instead however all that greeted his eyes was a sniveling child. Once Chase realized his mistake he smiled. To think that one so young would already have such control over their magic. This boy was interesting. "Hello so your the one making all the fuss. How mildly interesting"

[Mordred Gwethyrn]

"Hello, so you're the one making all the fuss. How mildly interesting."

The sudden sounds made Mordred scramble to his feet, yelping as the rapid movement jarred his shoulder. He found himself face-to-face with someone he didn't know- a sorcerer he didn't know. But the young Druid could feel the magic emanating from him; he must have been quite powerful. That made him wary. Aglain and Cerdan had always taught him to be very, very careful around non-Druid magicians, because they were too easily influenced. The Druids saw life as it was, not as they wanted it to be or as it could be.

He stepped away from the sorcerer, looking him up and down. A "fuss" he called it? The pain of a dislocated shoulder was just a "fuss?" For that reason if no other, Mordred's brows furrowed as he glared at his new companion. He didn't know what to say, therefore not a sound escaped his lips.

This sorcerer sounded like many Mordred had encountered. Big-headed. He thought he could take on the world. One might say that the Druid boy himself was the same way, but he didn't see himself that way. He was the stone in the path of sorcerers like this one. He was the one thing they couldn't control. It gave him a slight feeling of satisfaction, knowing that he was special like that. He was more powerful than most he knew, and that was all he needed. Power alone.

Mordred clutched at his shoulder, his gaze burning like embers through his dark hair. "What do you want?" he growled, prepared to protect himself if necessary.

[Chase Caldera]

Chase grinned at the boy's glare. The boy's obvious dislike for him amused Chase. Despite the pain the boy still managed to give one of the greatest glares Chase had ever seen. Some called Chase twisted for enjoying the sight of others anger but he could care less. The second someone allowed themselves to show that much emotion without backing it up they lost. How sad that so few backed up their threats. Nothing satisfied Chase more than winning. Even if this did not get to a fight Chase hoped that the boy could be useful. Whenever he could Chase tried to find talented magicians that he could guide and shape for his purposes.

This boy was the perfect target. So young and talented yet obviously hard and willing to do what it took to survive. On top of that Chase had never met an interesting psychic before. It never hurt to learn some about the different types of magic. Eventually he might need it. Worst case scenario the boy refused and Chase had simply met an interesting character.

"You wonder what I want?" Chase asked still smiling, "What if I said I want to see if I can heal you? Would that stop your little glare?"