Thirty
The Last Hope
Spring 960 MC
The early morning mist was still blanketing the land as they set out on their mission. They would have left before sun up, but they had to wait for Revi. The mage finally arrived looking dishevelled.
“You look tired, Master Bloom,” said Beverly. “Did your apprentice not look after you?”
“What apprentice?” snarled Revi. “I don’t have one.”
“Well,” muttered Beverly, “I guess he’s not a morning person.” She raised her voice slightly, “Perhaps you might consider training one to look after you. Remember, you’re the master now.”
“I haven’t the time for an apprentice. It takes years just to teach them to read and write. Besides, it’s hard to find someone who has the potential. Not anyone can be a mage, you know.”
“So how do you know if someone has the po
