Elements of Magic: Short Story Part 1

Flames flickered down my hands as they died out. The rush of the battle and my Mana gone, I suddenly felt very tired and slow. The bridge was nothing more than a a few burning charcoal logs held by a thin string. It snapped as I watched, sending the entire contraption down to the sea.

The villagers looked weary, particularly at my hand where bits of flames still hung. I wondered what I looked like to them. A stranded teenager, in the middle of nowhere with no food, water, and pack. My face was black with soot and dust, and smoke filled my nostrils. Some of the villagers approached me, something looking at me in awe, others in horror, and others trying to avoid eye contact whatsoever.

One of them of them, a small, slightly fat man, bowed a little as he approached. "Are you...the Fire God?" He asked in slow, but clear English. He didn't raise his head. The other followed suit, bowing their heads. I was a little shocked at the turn of events, especially since I burned down their bridge, but I wasn't about to disappoint them.

"Sort of. The "Fire God" is my father." I explained. The man relayed the message in the village's language. The crowd's tension eased a little, glad not to be in the presence of a mighty being, but they had seen what I could do, and remained where they were.

"You...are...half-god?" The man asked.

I'd never thought of it that way. Actually, to be completely correct, I was 3/4th God, but that would probably be too confusing, and I doubted they would still be this friendly if they knew I was part "Death God"

"Yes, I guess you could say that."

The man shouted, and the whole village cheered. Suddenly forgetting to stay away from the ultra-powerful being, I was being swarmed by hundreds of the villagers. They cheered and kissed one another, and the crowd gradually shifted to the Town Center.

(I'll continue this later)