Contest Entry: The Red Mage P1The Red MageContest Entry: The Red Mage P1 by Kildiazar
"Well, here we are, Gark," said the young, bespectacled Trollan mageling. On his shoulder sat an uninterested baby lizard. It yawned sleepily before crawling into a more comfortable spot on his master's shoulders. His master, the mageling, wore a standard brown robe which signified that he was an initiate in the Magikal arts but had not yet chosen a field of study.
"Aw, come on, boy. Can't you show at least a little enthusiasm? We're at the Trollan Academy of Magik, where all the most powerful Wizards to ever live came from."
The lizard only blinked its three eyes in reply. The mageling sighed and shook his head. Perhaps the fascinating sights would change his pet's mind. So he floated around a while, as his dear pet clung tightly to his master's shoulders, and admired the breathtaking architecture.
The Trollan Academy of Magik was truly a sight to behold. Even the Grotto of Nothingness, where Nothing could ever be seen, was still considered by many as the most beautiful t