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

A pall rested heavily on the Oak and Ivy Tavern. An entire crew had been put to the sword this afternoon, and the sailors were unsure how to feel about it.

The Tepid Princess had been sailing these waters for years. She was as much a fixture of the docks as the tavern was, and now her entire crew burned on a pyre behind the Pale Queen's temple.

I sat back in my seat and shook my head at one of the waitresses. I didn't recognise her.

There was a bard, but he was at the bar, drinking heavily.

He'd arrived on the Tepid Princess.

I casually glanced around the room, looking for the person I was supposed to meet. Whoever it was that left the message had failed to give me a description.

I'd been sitting here for an hour.

Pyra