A New World

[Erik Vrell]

Erik looked around and saw a few other gates and realised that his horse was moving faster than any he had ridden. 'It must be this new world.' He thought to himself. He looked up and sighed wih relief as Axorn swerved just in time to avoid a civilian. "So, Erik, Triest, where are you guys from?" Axorn asked. "We have a few minutes before we get to the portal, so why not get to know each other better?"

"I come from a small village in the mountains." Erik said. "There are three types of people in my world, I only knew about two before my powers first appeared. Regular humans, which I thought I was up until I was ten, psychics, which I only learned about when I was about to be burned alive, and magic users." An expression of bitter contempt crossed Erik's face when he mentioned magic users. "God how I hate them. Wizards, witches, sorcerers, mages. I hate them all." Then his face turned neutral again. "The temple where I was trained in many psychic powers was higher into the mountains but we sometimes went to a secondary base a few miles from the base of he mountains." Erik smiled fondly at the thought of his old sect. "I loved it there, and it pains me to think that I will never finish my studies and reach my full potential." He sighed in sadly and turned to his two companions. "So what about you two?"