[h2]Syrena Sinclair - Basilmeron Castle Courtyard[/h2]
The dark mage was a very interesting fellow. He seemed to do a lot of things for show and Syrena got the impression that he took very little seriously. He acted almost, well like an actor. When he reassured her that the Wyvern wouldn't hurt her she nodded. Except it wasn't exactly reassuring because she wasn't worried about it hurting her. It was a large dragon like creature but Syrena wasn't scared of it. Except it made her nervous in the worst possible way. It was like it was... watching her.

Becoming suddenly aware of the fact that his things needed packing Nicki jumped to his feet, wiping the dust from his robes and running to a side corridor from the courtyard. Tucked into a corner was a truly impressive number of pages stacked to an unimaginable height. Syrena considered that they were breaking some law of reality just by balancing like that.

Nicki started to cart off his papers in loads to the convoy somehow managing to keep himself in between her and the wyvern the entire time. Syrena smiled slight. He was odd, most definitely odd but he was a gentleman and a bit of an eccentric. When most of his things were moved to the convoy he invited her to have a look a one of his tomes which he claimed reminded him of her.

She picked it up. It had a red cover marking it as a fire tome so she decided it was safe to touch. It had a curling white flame emblazoned on the front. As Syrena touched the pages she felt something inside her stir. It was like something inside her was reaching out for the book. Without knowing why she cracked it open. Though the runes contained within where completely unknown to Syrena they all seemed to speak of a burning sky and flames snuffed out.

Then it was like a voice whispering in her mind. [i]Just one spell.[/i] It was as if it became harder and harder to breath. Syrena's hand started to shake. One spell, what could it hurt. After all fire was her medium. She would be completely unfazed. Why not, the army would enjoy the light show. It could be fun. All at once Syrena dropped the tome and it clattered onto the ground. Her breathing was a little uneven. "I-It might be b-better if I d-don't t-touch your t-tomes." she stuttered.

Why was her magic so different from everyone else's? Every mage she'd met from those that came to have there tomes repaired at her father's shop to the ones that worked out of the castle required a tome to cast any sort of serious magic. Most could manage parlor tricks without one, some sparks here, a small flames there. She'd never met another mage who required a tome to contain there abilities. Or one that cause some tomes to explode when used. Exactly where did her magic come from? She smiled slightly, she supposed that was one of the reason that she was going on this mission. In all the world there must be other mages like her, or at least a reason for why she was the way she was. There had to be.