Sorcerers Sorrow

Elriks POV.

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This ale is simply atrocious.

Everytime I buy it from those merchants from Dirk it always tastes like citric juice mixed with water, but it still makes me drunk enough to sleep so I cant complain.

Ever since that damned Traven died my magic experience has gone down.

Im 55 and can barely cast court sorceror level spells, I might aswell die now and stop researching this age lengthening spell, I will never make it past the level im at now.

Im too old to go dungeoning anymore.

At my age no one would accept me.

Even the king assigned me to this shitty village i the sticks. Atleast I could avoid the war keke.

I look out my window and see the village going about its business as usual, If those traders ever just bring a kneegrat root I can make an age reversal potion and then I can combine that with the age lengthening spell to be young for 100s of years!

This is my grand plan, then I will become the kings court wizard and I will find all the lovely ladies!

I glide across the shelves of books and look through the titles.

"Gods and monsters"

"Chronicle of 10 shouts"

"Empire of the north"

"Defense against bandits\ Vulkings"

Hmm, none of these seem to be what im looking for.

When I just start to begin thinking A loud banging comes from downstairs, It is extremely frantic.

"IM COMING!"

I bellow out while floating down the stairway practicing my levitation spell.

I use magehand and slam the door open, expecting to see some farmer complaining about a monster stealing his chicken, instead its a young message courier.

"I have some unfortunate news for you sir"

He speaks hanging his head low, he is visibly pained and I cant help but feels something is wrong, my scowl is quickly replaced by a look of worry, I shake him and yell at him.

"WHAT, WHAT HAPPENED?"

He backs up and hands me a letter.

I slam the door on the courier and quickly rip open the note.

20 gold imperiums fall out and before I fold open the note, knocking comes again.

I open the door again and this time a package is there, I pick up the wooden crate and bring it in, slamming the door behind me.

This must be my paycheck, the courier must have just been worried to see a sorceror or my status!

They increased my pay to and even sent me something as compensation.

I pick up the envelope once more with a slight sneaking grin, unfolding the envelope I lick my lips.

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Dear: Elrik Van Buren

I, Grant Bishom from the Hunter guild have unfortunately had to write you this letter to inform you that your only daughter Elaine Buren has been killed by a High tier unknown monster in the Central dungeon in The upper territories of Astrea, inside is all the gold she had, and a box with her garments has been sent to you, as duty of her father, her son Alton will be arriving in 3-5 days of you recieving this letter.

The monster has been identified further from kings shinobi scouts that it is a wolf kin that has been blessed by Elysium, and your daughter surely had no fighting chance.

A bounty for it has been set for 500 imperiums, upon its death you will be given all the gold, know that this beast killed 100s of royal soldiers and the king is just as furious as you.

Sincerely

Grant Bishom.

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My, little Elaine.

No.

No.

She can't be dead.

I remember when she told me she wanted to be a mage just like me and Mr.Traven

The day she showed me her priestess robes from her return journey to thr capital.

This cant be.

No.

No.

DAMN IT ALL.

My little girl.

Her little boy, he is but barely 6 and he will never so his mother.

I, this can't be real.

I tremble almost uncontrollably as I fall to one knee, My tears stain the wood crate making it glisten as I open it slowly, If only Traven was here he would know what to do.

I rummage through the crate lightly, finding charms, potions, gold, a staff.

And lastly her robe, in the back is a bright red bloodstain.

She wasnt killed honorably, she was stabbed in the damn back.

What the hel?

Why did this happen to me?

Fucking hel.

I clutch the robes and cry, my tears rush down the cloth like a salty river from the styx.

I cant keep my eyes open and soon I find myself asleep.

-12 hours later-

I once again awaken to the sounds of clanking and screaming, the guards are fucking around in the tavern again, why cant they let me grieve in peace, those damned pious assholes.

I huddle onto my bed and look down at my little girls diary.

Page 1:

Papa told me I can start my jorney to the capital now that Alton is old enough to travel with me.

Im sleepy so goodbye dear diary.

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My tears stain the paper as I flip through the pages.

Page 87:

I killed 5 warthogs in the dungeon and went up to mid copper grade in the monster hunter guild, even some scholars want to take me as a disciple now!

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Page 127:

Im setting off to the dungeon for the last day and then I will start traveling home, after A few days Alton will get to see his paw paw again.

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I turn the page and instead of words I see blood splatter and so is the same for the next 20 pages.

I sob out in agony and lie down with a snot filled nose.

The clanking continues outside.

Godamnit, Im going to make them stop this time, by shoving a fireball down their fucking throats!

I slam open my window only to be horrified once more.

The first thing I see from my tower is blood.

A young guard is facing off against a brutish hobgoblin.

I know this young guard actually, Its Lucas, Lucas Felwinter.

He slams his arm back into a pike that is stuck onto the wall.

I cringe at the sight of the exposed bone and clutch my daughters robes even more so, my knuckles grow red.

I let my daughter go off and die, but not this time. I wont let Travens son die, he has had much worse than me and I have been too much of a COWARD to approach him, I will save him!

As soon as I scream this to myself the rage inside my subsides and I see a victorious Lucas

standing over a dead monster with tired eyes.

That damned old Elfs courage seemed to translate right into his son.

I cant even kill one hobgoblin to save someone.

Right before I close my window 2 more monsters rush out of the woods screaming.

But.

I can kill 2..