[ WP ] As you start to take your final step off the building you hear a voice . `` How sad it came to this , you would of made a great mage . If only the god of this world did not hate magic so . ''

I turned back from the edge of the platform, heart beating. Behind me stood a small man dressed in red and gold robes. He held a crossbow, along with five other archers. All aimed on me. I was inches from the edge, below me pure darkness. `` That cultist will never be a god! You're too blind to see it, but he is manipulating all of you! *He* uses magics, and magics darker then any you'll see from a normal mage!'' My voice shook as I shouted at him. The look on his face did not change. 
 
 `` You are a traitor, you hid your abilities and tried to assassinate Lord Gnovar!'' My old friend scowled as he took aim. `` Now jump, so that I do n't have to make you fall.'' 
 
 `` I ca n't believe you're this blind Rhommas, I never took you as so gullible!'' I moved a foot back, my heel dangling from the ledge. I peered around. No way to escape. The last building at the edge of the cavern, the edge of darkness. If I could just escape the city, get to the outside, then maybe... 
 
 An arrow whizzed by my head. I nearly fell of in reaction, swinging my arms to regain myself. `` I wo n't warn you again!'' said Rhommas, reloading his weapon. Maybe I could cast something... No, they starved me for days before bringing me here. I barely have the energy to stand here this long. 
 
 `` If you kill me here, the Froyand Guild will flood this cavern with fire! Your leader can not continue this genocide without sealing the fate of his people, our people!'' I could see the other guards tighten their grips. Eyes lined up on me. I was sweating. My hands trembled. 
 
 Wait, hands trembling. I felt power, a slight power, running through them. It was almost as if an extra muscle was added. I just needed more time. `` Why are you doing this? You ca n't possibly think this will be successful!'' Rhommas lifted his face from the crossbow. 
 
 He looked troubled. More power, growing. Just need time. `` I'm sorry, Polous, I'm really sorry.'' He rested his head back into firing position. The energy began to course through the rest of my body, connecting me to the essence of the world around me. I was almost ready. The voice of my childhood friend boomed, `` **FIRE AT THE MAGE! **''. 
 
 There was no pain, only shock. Sharp pain passed through my right shoulder, then rested. It would not move. Before I could yell out, two more went into my stomach. I could feel my insides ripping apart. My cloths became damp, heavy. A last one stuck my left thigh. I could n't move, the slightest nudge sent pain through my body. I looked up at the tearful face of Rhommas. I could see him mouth'I'm sorry'. I staggered backwards, and lost my balance in the process. My dying body fumbled into the abyss. 
 

