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

"Sir!" Rowan shook my arm, bringing me back to reality.

"Yes! Sorry Rowan, something happened, and it's completely pulled my attention away."

I shook my head. "No, lad, this is just for me."

"Arrazd says the family from Jult is in the third hut from the left."

An older man, balding, shirtless, was sitting on a wooden stump outside of the tent.

"What are you doing?" He asked me in Duhiran, the language most common in the kingdoms.

"I'm looking for the Jult refugees," I told him.

"Arantha?" He said, in perfect Valandish.

The Desert Kingdoms refused to speak it. They could, they just didn't.

I nodded. 'Yes, sir. I arrived yesterday."

"I see that staff on your back, you an Academy mage?"

Dark Spirit