James_Human

“Do you weep for me, my teacher?” She whispered. I pressed my lips to her shaking hand and was transported back to when I first met her thirty years earlier.
“Yes, majesty. I weep for you.” I replied.  “And I weep for my soul. I failed to protect you, and I deserve damnation for it.”
My queen smiled, her blood-spattered face serene in the red haze of blood and smoke. “No, 
Lukas, you have fulfilled your duty. And you will serve me again in the glorious halls of our gods.”
“With all my heart,” I whispered. 
Tears glittered in her eyes, “Call me by my name?” She asked, her voice quiet, weak. “Like you did when I was a little girl.”
“Anna.”

At the end of the world, a mage held his student in his arms as the light left her eyes. At the end of the world a mage stared down his attacker. At the end of the world, a mage died. 
And woke up thirty years before the end of the world. 
He's been given a second chance. 
And this time he's going to do it right.

Spirit Speaker

My heart beat hard in my chest, fear, something was chasing me.

I dashed down crowded city streets, dodging and weaving through seemingly endless foot traffic.

The sun burned high in the sky, and I could see my objective clearly. A temple, there was someone there who could help me.

The Protector trained warrior monks that made trained soldiers look like raw recruits.

I needed to reach his temple, the monks would help.

A wall of people loomed in front of me, I couldn't get passed them. I ducked into an alleyway and waited for the crowd to pass.

I must have lost him by now, whoever it was that was chasing me.

No, you thought you lost him before. Hurry.

I looked around the alleyway, before leaping into the air, catching hold of a windowsill.

The Night Warden