This is a work in progress, as I am planning to pen a short personal novel on the history of Medivh, one of the main characters in Blizzard's World of Warcraft franchise. It is purely fictional, and all are my own work and hopefully in accordance to Blizzard's official lore.
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He always knew he was much more talented in the arcane arts than his peers, but this was different. It was like a heavy burden had been lifted off of him after all these years, suddenly feeling light and energized, more powerful. The pounding pain Medivh had been subjected to the past fortnight or so had prevented him from concentrating on any spells, most of them abruptly ending in a flash of light from his uplifted palms.
The talented boy magician tried uttering the words of the spell he wanted to cast to create even just a simple ball of fire. The elemental forces were gathering on his palms, sparks formed as he continued with the spell, compressing themselves into a tight ball. Casting it was much easier than before, but that blasted headache of his was messing with it. With great effort, Medivh tried to hold on, ignoring the pain, when he suddenly fell weak at his knees and stumbled to the creaky wooden floor of his room. The half-completed fireball immediately vanished, literally in a puff of smoke and the boy wonder coughed into his outstretched hands. He felt a wetness, a warm wetness and he looked down into his palm. Blood.
Wiping his bloody palm on his grubby robe, he felt weaker than before, weaker than even the time he was with Lothar and Llane and they had fought off trolls at the Duskwood-Elwynn Forest borders. He did all he could at that time, exhausting himself with spells he wouldn’t dare cast in such quick succession. The lion of fire was the biggest feat Medivh had ever conjured, and it drained him completely, making him faint in the process.
Suddenly, the young magician jerked from his chair (he had picked himself up) as he remembered why he had even bothered to endanger himself trying to test his powers in his room…it was his birthday tomorrow! Medivh, even as a young teenager, was a good looking boy, manly in a way only the younger fairer sex can explain, but boyish in a way only mothers can. He had the height all boys aspire to, even though he was just entering his teenage years. In fact, he had attained his full height for some years already.
He crept into his night clothes, and stumbled off to his bed, where in a quick few minutes, he was sound asleep. And then it happened…
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The Slumber Ch 1
The searing pain he felt when his father touched his brow after Medivh’s nightmare was subsiding, and the lobster red mark had faded but the feeling, that sudden rush when it happened still overwhelmed him. He had become used to the pain, it having been present for the past few weeks, constantly pounding at his skull, like a weapon smith’s hammer against his anvil. He had felt strange... different. He always knew he was much more talented in the arcane arts than his peers, but this was different. It was like a heavy burden had been lifted off of him after all these years, suddenly feeling light and energized, more powerful. The pounding pain Medivh had been subjected to the past fortnight or so had prevented him from concentrating on any spells, most of them abruptly ending in a flash of light from his uplifted palms.
The talented boy magician tried uttering the words of the spell he wanted to cast to create even just a simple ball of fire. The elemental forces were gathering on his palms, sparks formed as he continued with the spell, compressing themselves into a tight ball. Casting it was much easier than before, but that blasted headache of his was messing with it. With great effort, Medivh tried to hold on, ignoring the pain, when he suddenly fell weak at his knees and stumbled to the creaky wooden floor of his room. The half-completed fireball immediately vanished, literally in a puff of smoke and the boy wonder coughed into his outstretched hands. He felt a wetness, a warm wetness and he looked down into his palm. Blood.
Wiping his bloody palm on his grubby robe, he felt weaker than before, weaker than even the time he was with Lothar and Llane and they had fought off trolls at the Duskwood-Elwynn Forest borders. He did all he could at that time, exhausting himself with spells he wouldn’t dare cast in such quick succession. The lion of fire was the biggest feat Medivh had ever conjured, and it drained him completely, making him faint in the process.
Suddenly, the young magician jerked from his chair (he had picked himself up) as he remembered why he had even bothered to endanger himself trying to test his powers in his room…it was his birthday tomorrow! Medivh, even as a young teenager, was a good looking boy, manly in a way only the younger fairer sex can explain, but boyish in a way only mothers can. He had the height all boys aspire to, even though he was just entering his teenage years. In fact, he had attained his full height for some years already.
He crept into his night clothes, and stumbled off to his bed, where in a quick few minutes, he was sound asleep. And then it happened…
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