Arlen Maren Hearthe
Chapter One: War of Shooting Stars
Location: Inside Mount Fuji || Scenario: A New Era, For Arlen At least. || With: N/A || Mentions: Open for Character interaction
The last thing Arlen remembered was the cold glare of the other magicians and Magical Creatures as the stone tomb swallowed him dragging him deep into the earth. He had thrown everything he could at the walls, fire hotter then the sun, Ice so cold it burned, winds faster then any tornado and everything else he could summon up. He didn't make a scratch in the walls. He could feel the magic still alive in the stone, fortified Especially against him. He had been dumb to fall into such a trap so easily. He was a strong Magician, Considered a Celestial level Magician, and they hated him for it. Arlen built a stone slab and laid on it, closing his eyes for possibly the last time.
The first thing Arlen Felt as his eyes opened was the soul crippling weakness of being empty. Many people know the feeling of being emotional wasted and broken, this was much like that but on a physical and spiritual level. His magic was all but gone as he sat up forcing his muscles to move after Eras of being still. A heavy layer of dust had settled on the dark cold floor. His eyes already adjusted to the pitch black chamber he was trapped in. He pushed him self up and stood stretching as he attempted to send his mind out, feeling a force push against him like a slap in the face. The magic barrier in the stone around him had weakened tremendously but even in its weak state he was lesser then it, he had truly fallen to rock bottom. He summoned up as much magic as he could in himself as shot out of his body having to physically guide the energy through his body into the stone as a flare or fire fired from his finger tips he found himself concentrating harder then he had in a long time, focusing and condensing the magic like a Hydraulic-press would. He was forced to do this due to his low Magic storage. He saw the rock heat and it lit a spark inside of him, pushing harder as the magic fire purified and became almost clear in its heat he pushed into the rock as it liquefied, moving upward into the rock. he would dig out, even if it took another century. Something on the surface world had stirred his slumber and whatever it was called to him.
Magic was back. True uncorrupted Magic. Arlen was hungry to taste it again.