Telepathy + Illusions + Durability

Chandra was waiting, though, her fist cocked, blazing hot. She hit him with a left cross that had the weight of the world behind it, and sent the mage flying backward, his body like a rag doll’s as he tumbled over the rocks.

As the flames died down, Chandra surveyed the scene. She had done well. The elementals had died fighting and there was plenty of scorched earth, but she had done well.

“Chandra, that was amazing!”

She turned to see Brannon. “You shouldn’t be out here, kiddo.”

“What happened to him?” “He took a nasty spill. He won’t be back again.”

“Are you sure?” he asked pointing in the direction of the mage. There were several cloaked figures, all exactly alike, moving in different directions.

“He’s just trying to trick me. He doesn’t want me to know which one is actually him,” said Chandra pointing to the illusions. “Look, he’s running away.”

“I don’t think so,” said the boy in a strange voice. “I think he’s going to get that scroll.”

When she turned back, Chandra saw the familiar eerie blue glow in Brannon’s eyes and she knew … But right in that moment of realization, the mage hit her with a mental attack that caught her completely off-guard. She crumpled as her vision faded to black.

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The Purifying Fire, Chapter 1