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

I didn't like the queen's study. It was a random, completely pointless animosity, that wasn't based on any reason. I just didn't like it. I hadn't in either of my lifetimes.

It was an elegant enough affair, dark stained walnut desk, wide open windows, and a dark wooden floor, with a dark green carpet spread across it.

There was just something about it that dug under my skin.

Maybe you don't like green. I thought, knocking on her door.

"Who is it?" The queen asked through the wood. She sounded tired.

I opened the door, and entered the Queen's study.

Tila, the Sunrise of the kingdom, sat at her desk, buried in paperwork.

"Look at all this." She said, pointing at the towering stacks of paper on her desk. "I thought the council was supposed to take some of this pressure off me."

The Abbot