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The power went out, so we lit some candles. I couldn't see in the dark, neither could John. John walked into the table, knocking over the candles starting the fire. We couldn't find the fire extinguisher, so we ran out the door. Serves us right, thought we could do as much as normal while blind.

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As he pulled the string back of the long bow ready to loose an arrow, he heard a piercing scream from his right. He turned spun to his right and loosed the arrow. It flew straight and true and hit the target with amazing accuracy. As soon as the scream stopped he knew it was a true kill. He went over to inspect the crumpled heap of the witch of aranor. He had been sent to eliminate the threat of the witches in secrecy, however he had been spotted. Kimondu, leader of the elven bowman of all people, had been spotted. Had he been but a mere human, he would have died long ago in the rush of the ambush, But he was an elf that was faster, quicker, and nimbler than any human. He dove into a bush as he heard another scream from his left, he silently cursed his bad luck. A dark form, seeming to have no shape, rushed from behind a tree in his direction. He pulled his dagger from his belt, and threw it intending to kill. Sparks flew as the witch deflected the blade off one of hers. The sparks lit up the entire area, blinding the witch. Kimondu dove into the clearing pulling another dagger from the other side of his belt. The witch let loose another scream and rushed at him. They both ran for each other, and then collided with fury. The witch stopped screaming and just stood there with a blank stare on her face that only could be seen by the stars in the sky. She fell to the ground in a heap as Kimondu pulled the knife from her ribs. Smiling to himself he found his bow and his other knife and ran north towards civilization. Mission having been completed, he slung his bow over his shoulders and cleaned his knife as he bound through the brush once again. Having known this forest since the he was a boy, he never got lost. It suddenly occurred to him that there were 5 witches. He had only killed 4. At this realization he brought back his bow and knocked an arrow, slowing only slightly. He heard a scream, but this one seemed to come from all directions. He cursed his bad luck as he jumped onto a low hanging tree branch, and sat there in waiting. A glow came from the left, a fire bolt. He had always been curious how it swirled in the air as it leaped toward its target. It seemed to change color slightly from orange to red to yellow, yet stayed the same color on the outside. It grew bigger as time seemed to slow down. His mind willed his body to move, yet his body seemed to be cemented on the spot. He knew this moment would be the last one he had empty of immense pain. He was going to die. He remembered back when he was a child, he always dreamed to become a ranger. He had always had a talent for tracking and archery. He excelled in all his classes in Wizardry too. He knew the fundamentals of fire and ice and electricity all by heart and could recite them at will. However he could never counter them, he put the time to study that into other areas such as strategies and tactics in fighting. He was the only ranger that was also a wizard, he held great respect among his people. Yet he was going to die from a simple witch. Not so simple, they were feared among even the kings that held great armies. One witch could take down a whole garrison, burn down a small village, then laugh at the kingdom and want more. The only reason that they didn't do this often is that they were in secrecy. They only fought when in danger, and spent most of their other time in studying the black arts. They had been deemed dangerous and had a reward on all of their heads. Those who brought a head of a witch along with her talisman would receive 200 silver, a great sum of money that could buy a house and a great deal of land. If he would return, he would be able to invest in his own personal army if he wanted, they would give him that much money. Yet he was going to die. Streaking and glowing and lighting up the area for what seemed to be miles around, this fire bolt was aiming for his life. Suddenly a light came from his right. So bright that it over powered the fire bolt in a second. It went lightning fast and was only seen for a second. When it disappeared, all was quite and dark. It took a moment for his eyes to get accustomed to the dark again, but when they did, what he saw amazed him. Zaracis was standing in his navy colored robes, a color only used by the highest of wizards. In his raised right hand he held his staff with a gleaming sapphire on the tip. His long grey beard gave his age away to be hundreds of years old, yet Kimondu knew that he was only about 30. He should know, he grew up with him. All the great wizards grew long beards. Some say it was the cause of magic. As he looked over at where the witch had been, he only saw a charred smoldering heap. "That's 3 you owe me now", chuckled Zaracis. His appearance intimidated most yet his voice soothed even the most frightened of children. "Who's keeping track?" Kimondu remarked. Chuckling to himself, Zaracis stepped up to the heap, bent down, and being pleased with himself took the talisman of the witch. "Go find the other 4 that you got, this one is mine". Kimondu thought to himself what a wizard would to with money, they never needed it. They always got their support from the crown for various things from the aid of the army, to the aid of the towns folk. They were peace keepers most of the time. "What would you do with it? I didn't think wizards much care for money." "Who said i was the one to use it? im claiming it for the towns people. The taxes for the war this year have starved many, and I intend to give some of it back", Zaracis said as he did the grueling job of cutting off the head of the witch. "I figured as much. Your always helping the common man," Kimondu answered, thinking he would get a question of what he was going to do with it. "Kimondu my good friend, I need not the finer things of life. I need not fame or glory or riches untold. Those are what makes people greedy for more and they turn unhappy with that greed in their hearts. Helping others is what makes people happy. Being a wizard with all my needs taken care of, I can focus my attention on making my life happier, by making others happier. I thought you were in the classes of wizardry? Did you not learn this?" Kimondu was a bit taken back as he knew it was the truth. He knew now that Zaracis didn't need to question him or reprimand him on what he was going to do with the money. He just needed to appeal to his heart. Dam wizards, always messing with the heart. Normal people always just tried to get what they want using force or blackmail. Wizards were not normal, they got what they wanted using words to the heart and soul, not to the body. "Should have known better to mess with a wizard I suppose, your probably wanting me to use my money from the bounty for helping people. Well your words don't always work wizard", as soon as he said this he knew it to be foolish. He never believed it for a second, and it would appear that niether did Zaracis. After looking into the compassionate eyes of the wizard, no, his best friend that he grew up with and live his whole childhood with, he broke in. "Fine! Ok ok I get it! I will use it as you want! Just stop messing with my head!", his voice sounded angry yet carried a softness to it. "Kimondu, I have not been messing with your head as you say. You have just been warring with your own mind. You know whats right and wrong, what is good and what is bad. Choose for yourself, I will have no part in your choice unless you wish me to on your own accord." The sun was rising as they hurried to get the things they needed to go back to town.