05-08-2007, 07:54 AM
I looked around, walking through the large valley. A man walked in front of me. "Why are you here, little girl."
"Excuss me?" I stepped back, offended.
"Well, you are short. Let me introduce myself. I'm Gerik. Warrior of the Desert. Some call me the Desert Tiger. I'm fine with Gerik, though."
I smiled. "I'm Mirage. Not a mirage, my name's Mirage. Or, Mira works, too."
"Nice to meet you, Mirage. You don't have a weapon, I see? To heavy for ya?"
"What? No. Well, maybe, but I use my dark magic. It's more powerful than any light magic form. I'm nearly at the Necromancer stage."
"That's the last one, right?" Gerik sighed, he looked at his battleaxe. "This is my weapon of choice. I would bet it's more powerful then any of your magic."
"We'll have to find that out one day." I pushed past him.
Gerik laughed. "Why not now?"
"Gerik, I have trees to talk to." I turn around.
"Hey, now that's just rude. Choosing trees over me."
"I rather be thrown into a burning pit of fire, then talk to you some more." I rolled my eyes.