The Forsaken Hero

"Fate magic? Fortunately for you, I happen to be one of the fools who study it," Lysander said, taking a seat beside me.

I stared in shock. He was sitting in midair! There hadn't even been a magic circle or anything!

He cleared his throat and began talking, as though it were nothing unusual. "Fate magic is the manipulation of the laws of time and self. Through spells, we can alter destiny, manipulate choices, and share fortunes. Everything that is, has been, or will be is encompassed within fate."

His voice was light and cheerful, hardly matching the depth of his words. "So what kind of spells does it use?"

He blinked and looked at me for a second. "Why, it can do almost anything! For instance, 'Future Sight' is a sixth-circle spell that allows one to see a minute into someone's actions, proving extremely useful in a fight or during a conversation. The eighth circle spell 'Fateful Strike' is an attack that strikes the very soul of a creature, erasing it from existence. And-"

I hesitantly raised my hand. "I can't use any combat spells. Is there anything else?"

He froze, hands raised mid-description. "Can't use combat spells?"

I nodded and he waved his hand. Immediately, magic circles flashed about him, disappearing just as quickly. I counted five before they were gone, but there had definitely been more.

"Interesting," he said, staring at me with glowing eyes. "A divine curse? Just what did you do..."