Story - Saidek - Tarnish by Greatness

A high mage that specialised in Ritualistic magic, was a powerful mage in the high council, deranged for the dark arts and always seemed off to the other mages. He wore a robe with a black collar and silver accents that flow into a large chest plate featuring the head of a dragon, he wore knee high boots that where buckled up the side with satin pants tucked in.

Fjidai's explorations into dark powerful spells from across the years brought a lot of backlash from other high mages, Fjidai joined the High Mage Society with his effortless power to call upon higher beings, beings he could not understand, this power was looked up upon, especially for the information involving divine magic and the processes in how the realm was forged. His power to him was a curse, a constant reminder of what his mother did to him. Fjidai was brought to the high mage building, where he was looked upon as a prodigy of the titans, beings that created the realms, he learned to communicate with one of the titans, Zukunun. Fjidai however resented his ability, cursed with the knowledge of events that he never lived, the anger plagued Fjidai's mind and drove him into chaos. He wanted it to stop at any cost.

Fjidai's work involved continuing his fathers legacy by continuing his fathers book The Dark Compendium, a collection of powerful forbidden spells. He wanted to learn more about magic that has been regarded as too powerful and too evil for the frail minded. To learn what his father was executed over. His assistant Alzuin was loyal by his side, a young familiar apprentice that looked up to Fjidai as an almost father figure. Alzuin helped Fjidai by finding other forbidden books with their ability to bend shadows, his illusion magic allowed him to become almost invisible. Alzuin knew nothing of Fjidais ability, only that his master was flawed.

### The Spell

One ritual in The Dark Compendium tormented him, a spell so powerful, only those with the powers of a demigod could cast. This spell was created by a mysterious figure that in history vanished into thin air, Vina-ois was her name. This spell would go on to become Fjidai's true mission, This spell was his way out of the constant torment by Zukunun, a way to show his mother that he is no puppet for someone mightier than him. This spell grants the caster abilities almost at the power of a titan, Using a mixture of different magic classes to combine into divine magic. This spell would drive Fjidai into chaos, failing the spell each time and subjecting himself to harmful consequences, the more and more he would try, the louder Zukunun would get, this almost link of divine magic and the titan would fuse the conscious ever so further. Alzuin watched as his master drove himself into madness, each failed attempt scaring him. By the end of his attempts Fjidai's hands and arms where scorched, blackened and his eyes frosted over with darkness and more and more deranged. Alzuin grew concerned for the safety of his Master, but did not stop him, and watched as Fjidai's high mage power brought upon his biggest downfall.

Fjidai, full of malice, darkness and anger, walks up the stone stairs of the High Mage building, a big building located in Saidek, this building set itself apart from the rest, with its quarts brick that lined the outside walls and massive stained glass windows each printed with mages from the past, cast in a magical array of roses and flowers. Built like a spire that falls seamlessly to the sky, this building is sacred and protected by a magical artefact at its centre. Fjidai walks up to the door, dark spruce with rose gold accents that make their way down to the handles, and opens them, they swing ajar letting him in, he passes through the magical forcefield set up by the high mages to keep others out, this feeling ever so subtle but noticeable. The inside is built like a museum of fine portraiture and statues, each interwoven with magic that effortlessly keeps the place alive, this magic takes the form of a gold dust that flows around each artefact, keeping the wear a tear from any outside climate at bay. The middle of the room has a giant fountain, with a marble statue of a mermaid who was magically alive and swimming through the floating water, fish also swim in the air.

Fjidai looks up at one of the pieces as he walks inside stepping foot upon the red satin carpet, his mind whirling, wandering, washing through the potential of his magical prowess in this space, amplified by the magic that surrounds him. Fjidai has been here before, again and again but only used for his divinatory readings from the Titan above, this place represents a prison for him, a place he feels used and abused for his power, two faced in its appearance just like mother. Fjidai takes some time, and sits down on the ground, legs crossed and robe draped behind him, pondering, listening to the water flowing around the fountain, still scarred by the magic he has attempt to pursue. He takes a moment to rest, although he is not alone. Gormar another high mage walks in on Fjidai sitting by the fountain, concerned he approaches him,

"Fjidai? is everything okay?" no response "Are you speaking to Zuku-" Gormar was interrupted "I wish I wasn't" Fjidai raised his voice, it echo's through the spire. Taken aback, Gormar sees the scares on his body the glazed shadowy eyes "What happened to your hands, your eyes?" he says calmly attempting to use his magic to heal him yellow starts to bellow out of his chest down him arm but before he could touch him, Fjidai violently grabs his hand breaking the spell. "You do not know of the pain I am in." "Fjidai, let me help you" "You can't help me, no one can, I want his voice out of my head" "Who's voice" "your profit" "Fjidai.. That ability is a blessing, from the titans themselves" "It most certainly is not" "Why are you here Fjidai?... What have you been doing?" "A simple spell" "A spell with these dire ramifications?! This is not just a simple spell, what spell would do such a thing" "Something that will rid me of his torment, you dont understand Gormar, I hear him all the time" "What do you hear?" "constant pain, anger and sadness, you all look up to Zukunun, but I despise him" "But they are what created this realm, they are what created us" "they created nothing but pain for those less fortunate" "You have gone mad Fjidai" "Mad? I'm beyond mad" "let me go Fjidai this instant, and leave the premises, or I wi-" "Or what Gormar, your going to choke me with what little power you posses, you know I first thought you where someone who would see my side, but alas you are nothing put a puppet for them, a pawn in their story, a small fraction of life that matters to no one" "I said let me go" "You want to talk to him so bad? You want to talk to the gods? LET US SPEAK!"

Fjidai calls upon Zukunun, rising with magic surrounding him taking the appearance of a red aura that pulsates through his body from his eyes, head, shoulders, down his arms and bursting out of his hands, causing the flooring to get torn up and destroyed. "Fjidai! Stop what you are doing right now! From what has happened to your body you don't have the power to conduct this spell!" Gormar screamed, shielding himself from the rubble that blew his way, scared and concerned for his life, Gormar started to back away, "I may not harness the power, but I'm sure if I borrow yours I could" Fjidai chuckled finally loosing his sense of sanity in himself "Your mad! You cannot do this. To yourself, to me!" Gormar yelled casting a field of Healing magic to protect himself "It is too late Gormar, I have failed enough" Fjidai exclaims "Some spells aren't meant to be cast! This is suicide!" Gormar cries casting his magic like a web that connects to the pillars of the spire. "It's too late to turn back! I have sacrificed everything for this power, to continue the legacy" "But why!? Why subject yourself to this torture!? This spell is forbidden magic!" "I want to show you all I am more than just a voice for Zukunun" "Fjidai! Your no-" Fjidai lifts Gormar off the ground magic slicing through the air around his throat pulling him up and towards the chaos. "I never wanted to hurt anyone, but this anger, this torment, the curse of hearing his cries all hours of the day is too much to bare" His eyes crying a shade of grey, it flows down his face and into his beard, he continues "I have nothing else to live for in this life, I am doomed with knowledge you couldn't conceive, and all you care about is the divine know it all you call a god! He is not a god, he is a fake, a fraud. He isn't perfect, he will pay, I am going to acend to his level of being and kill him, To end this madness. Do you know what his plans where, we are just pawns in his game, his game of chess that we live, he dosnt care about any of us." Gormar struggling to breath tries to cast a healing spell but his hands are forced apart, breaking his arm and rendering himself unarmed. "If this spell doesn't work, then I will be dead, I am content with death, I am sorry I have to take you with me"

killing a high mage for his power using gormar as a puppet against his will to conduct the spell

Disappearing into a red magical dust, leaving the destruction of the spire and Gormar's lifeless corpse. "Gormar!" Anlyth cries...

### Left Behind in the Dust

Alzuin stayed at fjidai's house awaiting his master's arrival, but he did not come back. Days went by and Alzuin grew concerned, each book, potion and tool neatly put away but no one for it to surprise. The last known place he was headed was the High Mage Building located in East of Saidek's main capital. He made his way to the High Mage Building, to see flowers all along the spire and the gate, with big piles of flowers sprawled across the staircase up. Alzuin stared at the flowers, as people walked by. His mind so desperate for answers to his master's disappearance, he stood there for almost 5 minutes unaware of the world around him, to him he was lost, without purpose and a sense of direction. His thinking was abruptly stopped as the doors to the building opened, he saw a mage in dark grey robes that covered their shoulders and torso like a blanket, their face stern and focused staring directly to Alzuin. The mage extended his hand opening the iron gate, "I wish to speak with you" raspy and horse the man called Alzuin in, with hesitation and confusion Alzuin slowly made his way up the stone steps, meeting with the mage who granted him access to this historical building. As they walked around the grand halls, Rey continued "My name is Rey Jule, I want to talk to you about Fjidai"

"Is he okay?"

"We don't know, he was last seen by Anlyth before he killed Gormar and dissapeared into thin air. We are not sure as to where he went and his status"

"He killed someone?"

"Yes, would you happen to know anything about why he would commit such a crime?"

"I- No I wouldn't.. he is not like this"

"The situation that unfolded seem to illustrate that his actions where intentional and violent, he choked Gormar to death slowly and caused massive structural damage"

"I'm sorry... I-"

They stop walking, completing a full circle of the main hall back around to the fountain where Rey asks.

"I would like to know what led up to this event Alzuin"

"He.. just wanted to complete his book, but this spell.. this spell broke him, it hurt him not just physically but mentally. I should of never left his side.. I'm so sorry"

"What spell was he trying to cast?"

"The tome of Vina-ois"

His eyes widened and his face went pale, shock froze in their face.

"He isn't dead... He is somewhere out there..."

"Wait what? Does this mean? He is alive?"

"I appreciate your time Alzuin but I need you to leave"

"Wait you can't just kick me out yet, where is he?"

"Not on this realm, now goodbye!"

Alzuin is pushed out of the building. And the doors close, left with more questions but hope, "not on this realm?". He walked down the street, the stone rough against his feet.