[ CS ] Rites of Passage

I carefully move forward and the mage does the same, we both stop when we are twenty pace apart. He is looking straight into my eyes. He looks majestic. The eyes stern, the face powerful, the proud mustache, the large, muscular body. His long grey curls seem to move in the hall draft. Where he stands it is light, and all around him is darkness. How could I have thought I was able become a wizard? Look at him. He is of a different kind than I am. 
 
'You are no mage' 
 
 The words strike like lightning. 
 
'I am a mage!', I shout back at him. 
 
 I focus my energy on the wand I'm holding in my hands, but my arms feel utterly weak. Bats appear around the mage. A purple light is starting to emanate from his large, raised hand. I feel shock as I notice the purple light. But then I ca n't remember the name of the spell that goes with it. 
 
'You're too young, my friend, too young'. 
 
 The figure in front of me grows even larger. The bats are picking at me. The purple light flows from his hand to my chest. I black out. 
 
 When I open my eyes, I see the dark ceiling of the hall. Soon after, a man walks in, he is not a wizard, and he normally should n't be here. He is dressed in rugged mountaineering clothes, and is covered with snow. He sees me and shouts something to someone behind him, then he approaches. 
 
'I'm so glad you're alive!' 
 
'Of course I'm alive. Who are you, and how did you get here?' 
 
'I have some really bad news, sir. Something terrible has happened.' 
 
'Do n't waste my time, speak up'. 
 
'We traveled to this place because of a distress call. We came to late. You're the only survivor'.
