[ WP ] A young man/woman steals the power of a mage . The powerless mage sets out for revenge .

A soft breeze tenderly provoked the Mage's auburn hair as her gentle eyes surveyed the magnificent glacier known as'Duratus.' The air surrounding the glacier was frigid, and the Mage's rosy cheeks were beginning to chap from the bitter wind. The Mage glanced skyward to check the alignment of stars in the Fathom; the Seven Stars fell abroad to the Starking's Crown, which indicated the coming of dawn in a matter of moments. The Mage furrowed her brow and clenched her right fist around a strangely-shaped mechanical device. 
 
 A sudden burst of light swept over the glacier as the sun emerged from its domain behind the Henric Mountains. The Mage ducked behind a slab of ice and observed a frozen clearing at the heart of Duratus. A singular sunbeam pierced through a distant wall of ice and illuminated an ancient symbol carved into the floor of the clearing. Lines of magic dust sprouted from the symbol lining as the floor of ice began to shift, revealing a grand stairwell of frozen water leading deep into the glacier. 
 
 The Mage quickly glanced to her side and viewed her reflection in a glimmering wall of ice. The Mage managed a smirk as she activated the mechanism in her hand. A mystical, distorted aura enveloped her entire body, and her skin fell prey to a powerful tingling sensation. The Mage's wry smile grew as she witnessed her reflection disappearing from the nearby panel of ice. `` It worked,'' the Mage uttered beneath her chilled breath, `` Emma's Invision Mechanism worked.'' 
 
 After the Mage thoroughly inspected herself and determined that the Invision Mechanism had successfully rendered her body completely invisible, she slipped out from her cover of ice and slinked toward the great staircase at the center of the clearing. As she approached her destination, a man cloaked azure robes emerged from the icy staircase and glided to the edge of the clearing. He lifted his arms in praise to the warming sun, and his skin began to smolder with unbridled power. 
 
 As the Mage watched the man absorb the power of the sun, she felt twinges of fury and of pain; that wretched bastard wielded powers that did not belong to him. A whimper emerged from the Mage's lips as tears collected around her eyelids; her rended spirit had learned of despair and sorrow, and the cloaked man stood at the epicenter of her turmoil. 
 
 `` God of the Fathom, hear my plea. Let my frozen tears pave a road of undying pain for this miserable man before me. Let this glacier turn crimson from the blood of his heart, and allow my sister to suffer no more.'' 
 
 ( at work and leaving to drive home, to be continued )
