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Thunder rolled in the distance and a flash of lightning lit up the small room Ryan was in. The room contained only one window and the walls were all painted black. In each corner was a black candle that only gave off a little light. In the center of the room, Ryan sat crossed legged with a look of pure concentration on his face. He wore satin robes of deep black with a red sash around his middle. He was tall and lean, with well defined muscles. His dirty blond hair was cut short and his bangs swept to the right. His dark blue eyes were closed at the moment, but women would often get lost in them as they studied his features. As Ryan sat in the center of the room his lips formed unspoken words. Anyone who walked in on him would think that he was talking silently to himself, but Ryan was not deep in a private conversation, but was rather reciting words as for a test. Nervousness clenched Ryan's stomach, but he refused to let it show even in the private of this small room. Noise could be heard outside the small room, and Ryan opened his eyes just as the wood door opened.
"Ryan?" a man's voice said laden with a British accent.
"I am ready" was Ryan's reply, although he felt nowhere near ready for what was to come.
Ryan stood up and turned around to greet the man who had come for him. The man was small, skinny, and had unkempt dark brown hair. He seemed very nervous and kept wringing his hands over and over.
"Shamus, you seem more nervous than I" Ryan said with concern.
"Well, it's just that if anything happens to you I wouldn't know what to do with myself, you're the only friend I possess" Shamus said, continuing to wring his hands.
"Do not worry, my friend, I am the most powerful magician you know" Ryan smiled in an attempt to reassure his friend, even though he himself was unsure of his words.
Shamus nodded grimly, and turned to leave the room. Ryan followed him through the doorway and closed the door, labeled "Prep Room" behind him. The pair found themselves in a large circular hallway with people milling about busily. There was little in the way of noise, but there was an air of urgency and anticipation. Many of the people in the hallway wore robes similar to Ryan's, but of varying colors. Some wore white, some red. Blues greens and browns could also be seen throughout the hallway. Those who wore robes also wore sashes, either red or blue.
Children begin to study magic at the age of five. After 10 years of general studies, a practice is chosen. There are 6 practices to choose from: Dark, light, fire, water, earth, and air. After 2 years of studying under a specific practice, a discipline is decided. The young magician chooses either offensive or defensive magic. Followers of the offensive discipline focus on studying spells that are used for attacking while students of the defensive discipline focus on spells that are more defensive such as blocking spells and counter-spells. Ryan had chosen to practice dark magic and to follow the offensive discipline. Together, they could be a deadly combination.
"Lot of offensive player's here today" Ryan observed, frowning slightly.
He looked over at his friend, who seemed to become even more nervous at the observation. At that moment a large man dressed in simple black pants and white long sleeved shirt approached the pair of men.
"You Ryan Mortalitus?" The man asked, addressing a piece of paper in his hands.
"Yes" was Ryan's curt reply. He took a shuddering breath, trying to calm his nerves.
"Come with me, you're up next" The man said, turning for Ryan to follow
Ryan turned to Shamus, "I'll be alright, Shamus. Do not fear for me, I can hold my own in the arena"
Shamus did not answer, but nodded grimly and walked away toward the stands. Ryan watched him disappear into the crowd and then followed the man with the paper toward a large set of double doors marked "Arena" in big, gold letters.
"Wait here for the doors to open" the man said, and walked away to search for the next contestant.
Ryan stood before the large doors, reciting over and over the spells he would use in the arena. He had trained for 21 years for this day and had waited anxiously for its arrival. Now that the time had come, however, Ryan felt that all his years of training had not been enough. Perhaps he should have chosen a defensive path, or perhaps a different practice to follow. These thoughts were racing through his head as the doors began to open outward. The roar of the crowd greeted Ryan and he took his final steadying breath and walked through the doors.
The sky was dark with thick clouds of thunder, and lighting stuck once again as he entered the arena. The stands were packed with spectators, all cheering for the upcoming match, but Ryan could hardly hear them, he was too focused on the moment that had finally come: a chance to become a master of magic by proving himself against another magician in a duel to the death.
Ryan reached the center of the arena, and came face to face with his opponent. The girl wore red robes with a red sash, and had long hair that matched the colors of her practice and discipline. The robes clung to her body, and showed off her toned stomach and accented her breasts. Her eyes were of a deep green and Ryan found himself as if under a trance from their stare. He held her eyes and his heart began pounding even harder than before as it sent blood rushing to his cock.
"This is gonna be fun" Ryan said out loud, his nervousness melting away as he stood there smiling at the girl mischievously.
When Ryan had been sitting in the room and while he waited for his turn in the arena, he had been at a state of rest. Now he stood ready, and black magic spread throughout him, igniting the most primal desires in his body. His thoughts turned not only to the ways to kill his opponent, but also to the ways he would fuck her. Such thoughts were not present in his mind a little while earlier, but the effect black magic had on the mind was strong, which is why so few people chose to follow the practice.
She seemed uncomfortable under his stare, but Ryan held it firmly. The horn to begin blew, startling Ryan's opponent and giving Ryan enough time to make his opening move.
A strong wind sprang suddenly from behind him, blowing past Ryan as he stood, knocking into the girl, throwing her to the ground.
This is too easy Ryan thought, but was taken aback when he noticed his sleeve was on fire. Apparently the girl had time to react quickly enough and throw a weak fireball at Ryan, catching his sleeve. Unwilling to waste energy conjuring water, Ryan removed his robe's top, Easier to fight like this anyway Ryan thought, throwing his garment away.
