"I am so proud of you, Jethro!" Maelfor said encouragingly.
"Arthur was never proud of me..." I grimaced.
"Forget him and forget Zaxl, they died in that cave."
"Good, they deserved to die."
"You are learning quick, young one!"
"Funny that my father doesn't think so. I mean I am a bloody genius and all!"
"Yes, you are and nobody can tell you otherwise.
"So, where should I strike first?"
"Eager, aren't we?"
"You could say that," I said with a sly smile.
"Attack the churches first. They worship idols and ignore the true god."
"Are you the true god?"
I felt a sharp zap in my belly.
"What a dumb question. Of course, I am the true god!"
"Just checking."
"Go destroy the churches, Jethro. Enough talk!"
I obeyed the voice and found myself inside a church.
I was about to cast Blazeburn when I heard two familiar voices, a hiss, and a tenor.
Arthur and Zaxl.
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The Amethyst Flame
FantasyThe village of Colmer is devastated by a plague. Its only hope is two brothers divided by their beliefs in magic. When Jethro ventures into the depths of the forest to find a wizard who can heal the village, Arthur is forced to find his brother befo...
