Role

Chapter 1

... the dawn bloomed grayly outside the prison window. It was a mixture of milky and dark in color.
This was not the first day or even a month of such a dawn in his soul. The sounds of shuffling
magicians' footsteps, joyful cries, and spells were heard. Spell explosions echoed loudly from the
Invokers' barracks. There was a creaking step and the stinking smell of zombies passing near with the
necromancer. Thar Acacia, hated city...
The door to the cell opened and an old magician with scars entered.
"Nerh, have you changed your mind?" he asked.
"No," the skinny magician with once blond hair, but now very dirty, and with a sad face, said it quietly, "never."
"Well, look, they'll turn you into a zombie," said the old man.
- Well, let it be, I'm still the best.
-You refuse to cast the morning spells that the Teacher gave you.
- Did you watched me?
- Well, listen, Nerh, you were the best, the Teacher told me, and...
- No, there was someone better, you know.
- So what, there is always someone better, and...
"No, I'm the best," said Nerh.
- Playing with Death, here you go, eat.
The old man gave him bread and bacon.
"Listen, you have three days, and then you know, torture, forgetting and so on,
" the old man's face warped. I was forced to forget, believe me, it's scary.
- Why are you here? - Nerh asked the old man.
- For "those that cannot be named", bat...
What kind of bat? - Nerh shouted.
"Model, stop chatting with this fool," the prison warden shouted from the corridor,
do you want to go back into oblivion?
The old man quickly ran away, limping on one leg, and Nerh was left alone.
Nerh, what kind of name is that? He didn't remember his parents, only the Teacher.
He drew his name on the ground. Then I read it back. Hren.
Everything should be the other way around, for what? For the sake of Pride.
Three days. Pride cannot be forgotten.