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The Mage Academy of Gea Kul: Part 3/3


The third and final part of my new D3 fan fiction novella is now online. Click here to read it in our Fan Fiction Forum, and if you’ve got comments on the story, good or bad, please add them to that thread.

In this action-packed, painful revelation-filled conclusion, former Archmaester Yun finds himself the reluctant head of a death squad, sent to kill the wayward young Wizardess, Zia. Resigned to Zia’s fate and indifferent to his own, Yun’s party does indeed locate Zia, but the act of dispatching her to save the reputation of the Academy is more difficult than expected. Zia is not the innocent girl she once seemed, as Yun discovers during a shocking, heart-breaking conversation that reawakens his will to live, his desire for revenge, and occasions a furious battle against Zia and her three Barbarian protectors.

Here’s a quote from one of the action scenes, since PvP conflict was in short supply in the earlier chapters.

    There had been three Barbarians, I remembered, and just as I tore my eyes from the abomination I’d fashioned, the other Northman returned. He came charging around the side of the tent, the axe held over his shoulder large enough to cleave an ox in two. If the sight of his conjoined comrades started him, he showed no sign, and hurdled them, catapulting high over the monstrosity, his mighty axe glowing with a blue light as he soared straight at me like some great vulture.

    I could not kill him from a distance, not as exhausted as I was, but Zia’s murderous escape from the Academy had given me an idea, and I knew it was my only chance. Moving as quickly as my muscles would allow, I sent a burst of sparks up with my left hand, then took a step to the side, focusing the rest of my energy into my right hand.

    The sparks were no real attack, not against this foe. They were bright enough to blind him though, and dazzled by them, the Barbarian had to guess which direction I’d moved. If he’d guessed right he would have split me like a log. He did not, though it was a near thing; I felt the cold radiating from his weapon as it whistled past me, close enough for the wind to ruffle my hair. The axe head buried itself in the ground, a minor explosion and shock wave emanating from the weapon and the Barbarian’s thunderous landing.

I’ve added some authorial comments to the thread after the story, and if you’re curious about the (atypically autobiographical) inspiration for some parts of this story, or think you know which popular action/adventure/romance film I took the names of the three leads from, check it out.

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