“Do you think this will work.” Said the Orc. A child beside his feet.

If the tree is accepting and your heart is pure, I’m sure it will work.

The orc reached out and seemed to shimmer mana into the wood, as he reached away a small child's face seemed to appear where the wood was once flat.

“By powers untold. It has worked.”

Gasps emerged as the many sitting orcs got up to take a closer look. Another orc placed his arm on the one by the tree, a look of happiness and congratulations to the first. It worked.

Space and time seemed to shift and distort as the memory started to fade and change. Adil came to see an army of Orcs dressed in rough metal armour, as the dryad hung in the back, her face covered by a hood. A lead orc walked up to what appeared to be a high elf, silver blue armour elegantly held against a stern uplifted expression.

“We no longer wish to work for you.” Said the orc.

“What!” The elf said.

“We have had enough of doing your bidding and being your cannon fodder. We will no longer serve.”

“You dare. You betray the honour of fighting as our legion. You are unworthy.” The elf backhanded the Orc warrior.

The Orc looked at the elf in sympathy. Then walked off, his legion following.

Time shifted again, Adil could feel the dryad’s essence forming, coming into itself. He pulled and felt the excess mana culminate in himself. The remnants collecting itself becoming more contrasted and different to its surroundings.

Adil saw fire and carnage, a fierce battle. The dryad was shaken from her bed, a small orc to her side looked up in alarm. The orc from before barged in through the wooden door.

“We must leave, now.” He shouted.

An Orc jumped from the side, collapsed onto him, a fury and deranged madness in his eyes. He was collapsed to the ground and could do little to fight it off.

As the dryad ran, the little orc dragged at her side she saw back, the orc on top had a black fungus stretched across its skin. A wreathing disease that seemed to be alive.

Adil gasped reeling back from the memory, brought back to reality. *Jesus, mc tityfuck*. He thought.

Suddenly power whirled in Adil, he felt energy like a hurricane run through his being. His mind took him back to climbing the hills near his home. The wind was racing, and he held his coat down, a gust of wind too hard blew it away and he was left in the rising winds without a coat. It wasn’t that cold, instead, he could just feel the rising winds rush past him.

“COME GET ME YOU FUCK.” Adil said. Shouting into the wind. His sound trailed off, obscured by the sound of gusting air. Thunder shot off in the distance and Adil felt the wet of cold rain in the rising power of the wind. He embraced the weather, feeling the storm brush against him.

“FUUUUCK YEEEAH.” he shouted. A gust of wind shot at him and he braced it fighting with the wind he smiled, almost lifted off his feet and he thought to himself, this is only the beginning.

Shot back to reality Adil found himself drift back. His hand strained and whilst he focused a sharp brush of air circled it.

“Holy shit.” He exclaimed.

Learnt Magic type

Storm magic

A skill affected by mental clarity. You are now able to channel and control Storm magic through the management of your mana.

New status

Mana

A form of energy dependant on the essence level. It is derived from changes in internal essence and refills over time to a maximum amount.

The dryad had no lines about her, she looked at Adil trying to keep her eyes open as clear tiredness took hold. She then collapsed to the ground.