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[pothana50]

Swiftly running through the woods was Pothana. Trying to dodge every arrow, every spell, and even every tree. It were the guards that were following him. Trying to catch him again. What Pothana had done this time, no one knew but the guards and himself. Running, chasing, huting, it was all throughout the woods. No one could catch Pothana. Among Zanaris he was the best, best at everything. Running, spelling casting, shooting arrows, flinging his arm to attack with a sword... It didn't matter what it was, he was twice as better than anyone else.

Ever since his childhood, Pothana had always been a human accident. Although he wan't physically different from anyone, but mentally, he was. There have been many that had challenged Pothana to a duel ever since he was born. Yes, ever since he was born. Due to his defect, it took Pothana one year to become like a baby that was two. His intelligence, strenght, speed, everything, he could do twice as faster than a normal human being.

"UGH!" was the sound that came from Pothana's mouth when he had tripped. He was badly hurt, pointed stick stabbed him on his thighs making forbiddening him to no longer run. The gaurds were catching up, and he had to think of something fast. If he was caught, they would surely throw him in jail for at least five, six, months, no, years! they were about 150 ft. away, coming in faster, and faster, and faster. He had to do something but what?!?

It was then that had struck him. A great idea it was, but he was not sure if it would work, because he had never done it before. Pothana was known best for his magic skills. He was the most Elite mage in all of Zenaris, that everybody knew.

The idea? It was an outstanding one alright, but could it work, was what had couldn't decide on. He said to himself that it could work, and if it did, then yippee... But if it didn't... no, he didn't dare think that far. He thrust his hand towards the ground, performing a spell.

"ZINTHOS" he shouted, and the whole forest heard him. In a flash, he was up in the air. He had used a spell towards the ground, and the reaction force, thrust him into the air. Okay, so he had done that, as he had planned but what now? He didn't know how to fly, or float in air. He started falling... He looked down below, and he couldn't see anything. If he fell at a height like this, it was sure the end of him. Pothana saw a tree, and stuck his hand out to reach the branch. It had slowed him down, but he could not hold on. Hitting many branches trying to slow down, he had finally been able to catch onto a branch and hold it. He prayed to Guthix, and climbed up the branch. He sat at the branch for a short break, and was off again. A guard saw him and started shouting at him.

"Come back with that Pothana " yelled a guard. "We need that back, the mueseum just got it, you couldn't have possibly heard us that we were going to get it. It wasn't even on display! How, how did you know? Don't you dare do anything with that spell book. There are ancient forbidden spells. It will deystroy you if you try to activate them. You can't handle the power... don't try and be stupid..."By the time he was done shouting to Pothana, he was nowhere in sight.

His legs, stabbed with pain from the sticked he had landed on when he had tripped, his palms, scattered with cuts and scars from trying to hold on to the branches, he thought he could no longer move. He started limping home.

To be ocntinued in Book 2...

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This is my first time ever doing this. I mean writing a story of fantasy, and is this long. If you like it and would want more, I will continue.

[Dragon_lord]

I'm just going to wait for the movie.