Renato sat in his rooms with hundreds of empty bottles around him, a small black caldron sat in front of him. The two staffs that looked stitched to the back of his robe were in his hands. The staffs glowed all the colours of the rainbow. His eyes showed no colour and skin had an odd-ish pale tint to it. Strange word bellowed out of his mouth. The walls started to shake and all the books fell of the shelves that kept them. The staffs dropped out of his and disappeared back into his robe.
He picked up the caldron and emptied the fluid down the drain. He walked over to a shelf that was full of ingredients, he pick five bottles; heron’s blood, phoenix ashes, bats venom, magical water and elf tree sap. This mixture had never been done before so he was unsure of the results. He slowly added each ingredient and stirred it with a careful hand. Once all Ingredients were mixed in, a small smoke cloud of a skeleton appeared and disappeared right in front of his eyes. He rubbed his hands and said out aloud “Ah now that this is done it’s time for me to cash it in and get my date with Princess Maylyn.”
The crowd gasped as the dog transformed into a sikai. Bahra sat up on the beast and waited for peter to get back to his feet. Peter rolled on to his belly with a moan. His arms and legs trembled as he tried to get up off the ground. Bahra looked a peter and begun to speak “sir I am not skilled at using sword, but I am not going to lose them. You came here to challenge me and you lost. Now I must ask you for a favour. Sir Peter of blue falls will you be my teacher.” Peter bowed his head and accepted his new position.
When Bahra finished talking, the cut on his leg made him pass out. He woke up in a confusing haze in his bed room. Thinking it was all a dream, he began to run towards his door, the pain in his leg shot straight up to his back and made him fall to the floor.
Hearing the loud thud on the ceiling Renato quickly ran up the stairs. He saw his friend lying on the floor in a huge amount of pain. He put his hands together, bowed he head down. The two staffs printed on his cloak began to move. One of them snaked its way down his arm and out of his sleeve. Now he held one staff in his hand and the other was still printed on his back. He lifted the staff high into the air and held one hand over his friend’s foot. With a deep breath out a mystical blue light came from his hand. Bahra’s foot started to heal.