Role

Chapter 4

It has been sometime since Cezar's induction into the village of the Battleragers. His pride for his work,
and his pride as a villager grow stronger everyday. Yet, for a long time the shame of his past had weighed him
down like a suit of full iron plate mail. Fortunately, it had always been good motivation, for he has
something to prove against magic. This motivation took a new form when Cezar realized something after
exchanging heated words with a wizard just beyond his reach in combat. The wizard tried to insult Cezar for his
disdain of magic, trying to make him feel insignificant. This of course didn't work, and in reply Cezar posed
the question of why the wizard chose magic. Cezar half expected he knew the answer having been familiar with
the allures of magic, but, found that the answer of "because I can" struck him differently than he expected.
It struck him differently because normally he would feel that sting of pride hit him and his rage grow, yet,
this time that did not happen. While his hatred for the being remain, he realized it wasn't because the wizard
could, it was because he had to. He was so deeply wrapped up in magic that it would claim his soul until the
end. The thought made him laugh out loud despite himself. The wizard was pathetic, he began to realize that
what had happened in the past was nothing to be ashamed of. The fact that he had been in the grips of magic
and had managed to escape it wasn't anything to be ashamed of. That act alone gave him power over magic, it
always had. He was once like this wizard, a slave to the power of magic. But, he had managed to defeat magic
by abstaining from it, and that was something to be proud of. This revelation has made his pride in self and
motivation to continue to murder those pathetic wizards double. He certainly is more powerful than magic.