Role

Chapter 4

" Nah, here that one is", the warrior in the hood said.
"Wait, he was the soul ah' seen", the dwarf said.
"'nd he don't look like a magician, don't he?"
"I am not a magician", Terath said.
"Aye, magicians bodies are thin and pale, and
dats body is full of scars. Poor boy.
dats body is full of scars. Poor boy.
Take em with us, seems hes one who survived
after dem tortures here. He will be useful fer us."
"Fighting with magics is needed to progress the will
of the man. Noone will progress, until
the one will meet the magics.
Look at that warriors, strong and tough.
They will live the life of the farmer,
but magics made them be who they are.
Fighting with magics is needed to train everyone
to be the strongest and glorious."
Terath said to himself. So from now
and forever he decided to fight with magics.
Noone will blame the whore son
to be so stupid, as he only fight
his own demons and never will win for eternity.