The room is oddly quiet as I sit here, tied to the chair as a prisoner. There are two guards at the door staring at me, but they don't move at all. One might think they are statues but I know they are not, even if they haven't moved in a few hours.
I am very bored as they have kept me here in this room, tied down for about 2 hours, but that's the point. They want me off guard so I can slip up. These people aren’t local thugs trying to be a gang to sell weed off the street corners, this is real. This is not just for the fate of my life and the people I care about, but for the fate of the world.
My name is Marshall, but everyone calls me Mars. I happen to be what is called a mage, or in simple terms, a magic user. I know books and movies make magic look easy and that anyone that finds a sp
