Role

Chapter 6

(Date Unknown)

I feel clear today. Some days are better, some days are worse.

Some days I get lost in my studies and before I know it the whole day has
passed. Those days I have no patience for the interruptions of petty people
and their irrelevant needs. Only the magic seems important.

Other days I am consumed by thoughts of the things I've done. Some voice
inside me remembers that it is wrong to harm or kill people. It finds fault
with even my acts of self defense. It recoils from the fact that I no longer
hesitate to eat meat. That voice seems quieter, more distant than it once
did. I hear its scolding less. Often it seems like the voice of a child to
me. The time has come to put aside childish things.

I killed another assassin yesterday. He tried to take my life in the forest
but the power of magic is greater than his bloodthirsty trickery. I chased
him into the city of Galadon and froze the flesh from his very bones. Although
he at first tried to deny it, when pressed he admitted that he hunts all magi.
His kind seem without end.

I am not ready to die. I have discovered a hunger to know just what the limits
of my magic are, and to exceed them any way I can. I also understand that the
promise of magic is even greater than my own wizardry. It is the light of
progress and the hope of a better tomorrow for all people. I can't let that
light be extinguished by some raging barbarians. They must instead be
eliminated by any means necessary. Someone must dirty their hands.

It is too much of a task for me alone. I need to find a like-minded group of
mages, one that won't balk at the crimes I've committed, one that isn't afraid
to do what must be done, one that doesn't fear to explore magic that the
guilds are too timid to study. I have heard of a group so bold that they
blasted a crater into the sands of Araile with their magic and now dwell there
unafraid of the attention and mage hunters it attracts. I mean to be one of
them.