Thread: (Middie) Legacy of Mana (Devvx)

Though Rolan knew little about the outside world, he knew better than to beg for his life, he was too proud for such things, if he would die he would die a prince. Rolan gaped when one of the crewmembers mentioned that the ship he had walked onto was a pirate ship. For a moment his eyes opened a little wider, breaking his otherwise unphased look. You are pirates?! The prince sounded honestly surprised, he had always believed pirates flew around in fancy ships and hunted for treasure on swashbuckling adventures like in his stories! He hadn't even seen a black flag on the ship. Rolan was a little shocked by the pirate revelation perhaps they would try to kill him after all. How was he supposed to know that it was a pirate ship? Another voice cut through the darkness, this one belonging to a male and asking if he had activated the device that lay below him. He had activated it, obviously. Rolan didn't have time to actually answer as the man who had been fingering his guns grabbed him by the arm with the woman who was holding the sword holding by the other arm, the two dragged him up the ladder onto the deck. Once released Rolan brushed himself off, backing away from the pirates, escape was now impossible unless he could somehow learn a spell to fly on the way to the ground so far below. The prince stood up slowly and looked closely over the members of the crew who had taken him up there. He was suprised that they claimed to be pirates, they didn't look like pirates... He frowned, he couldnt act against them without being killed, he understood that at least. The young mans eyes narrowed a little bit as he examined the crew. The woman who had been holding a sword to his throat moments earlier claimed that he would live if he told him who he was. Rolan believed her, and opened his mouth to speak. I am a scholar, I was being chased by Roth Soldiers and I tried to take cover on this ship. . Rolan technically didn't lie, he was a scholar, he just happened to be a prince. Rolan figured that wasnt enough to get away from these people alive. I did activate that device though, and I can do more. He didnt sound desperate he wasnt pleading for his life, just stating a fact. However he knew that just saying that would keep him safe, he had to demonstrate this. Rolan's stance shifted, he straightened, his eyebrows furrowing with concentration as he held both hands out, touching his fingers together as he had practiced so many times with his father on those days when the man had time to spend with his only son. Rolan took a deep breath and focused inward, drawing on the mana inside his body and focusing it into the palms of his hands, shaping it into a small sphere in the center of his palms. taking a deep breath and focusing his mana into the palms of his hands, concentrating his energies into the centers of his palms. Rolan let out his breath, breathing an ancient word that he had recited many times. No sooner had he spoke the word a small spark appeared in his hands, growing into a small flame. The flame started small but grew steadily, spinning in the hollow between his palms. Rolan was not a master mage, not even close, during the battle he had seen his father conjuring lightning from thin air and hurling frozen shards of ice with no difficulty. The Archon had always encouraged his son to practice with magic, and Rolan enjoyed his magic practice, even if there were odd side effects when he overdid himself. The prince focused more and slowly began separating his fingers, revealing the flame that he had created with his mana. Rolan let the heat from his creation rush over him, only a few seconds had passed since he had begun the spell, but he now held a sizable fireball in his hands, Using magic felt good, the mana rushing through his body felt wonderful. Rolan slowly opened his eyes, the off-colored eyes flashing briefly, mana glistening from within. Rolan separated his hands, separating the flame into two, one in each hand, which he held out towards the pirates in upturned hands. Rolan looked up at the woman who had held the sword to his neck earlier, the flames in his hands burned brightly and clearly, fed and sustained by the young prince's mana, the beginnings of a fire-based spell. Satisfied? The prince asked, the flames still burning in his hands, he was still ready to defend himself in case they attacked.