The golden fields filled my view, the mountain far off into the distance. My clothes were drying on me, as the breeze ruffled my clumped hair. Pulling my hair back a little, I headed towards the mountains. Food is a big concern. I can probably steal some food from the fields, but it doesn't sit well for me. The river water should be drinkable if I can make a fire.

  "I'm a disappointment."

  Squatting with my hands in front of me, my eyes gzed over as a wave of exhaustion hit me. Lulling me like the ripples on the river, I had to snap out. It felt like blood was slipping down my hands. Remembering what just happened, it seemed that red tinged the water. I am a killer, yet I only feel a slight queasiness in my stomach. Standing up again in a stretch, I continued onwards.

  "I'm wanted fugitive now huh."

  Not how I want to start my dreams. I want to tour the legendary Immortal Bastion of Noxus, visit the city of Piltover, and climb Mount Targon.

  'Making a goal to ignore the atrocities? At least the mageseekers were there to save people right?'

  Unknowingly, I had arrived near the river that led back to Terbisia. It seemed that I veered off track. My original destination was the opposite river, leading past the Greenfang mountains. Apparently it was home to the silverwing raptors. According to my mother's stories, my father had a subordinate that rode one, scouting the skies and holding dominion in aerial combat. Seems unlikely, otherwise we would have conquered the continent already.

  Kicking the pebbles on the river bank, I realized an astonishing fact. I don't feel tired, and the gruel that I ate should've already passed through my stomach. All the exercise in the morning did nothing on me. Magic is weird. Wryly grinning, I realized why Demacia does not like mages, however, mageseekers having mages is too contradictory. Shaking my head, I rid myself of those thoughts. I will have very little connection to Demacia now. Magic is part of me, and I don't even know much of it.

  Walking away from the riverbank, I put the reeds, bushes and other foliage between myself and the river. Magic. The flow inside me. Direct it towards the feet, and STOMP. A minor rumble happened as a small uneven circle around my foot cracked, rupturing the ground as dust flew into the air.

  *Cough cough cough, achoo!*

  Is this all I could do? I guess I have to experiment. My eyes glimmered like I found a new toy. Probably because the dust got into my eyes. Walking back to the river, I washed my dusty face.

  I could crack the petricite, meaning I'm on the most wanted list in Demacia and all nations that want leverage over it. Picking up a rock from the ground, I tried to limit the amount I used to gently brush the rock. Unexpectedly, it didn't crack like the manacles I had, it was like something else was being used. Instead, the rock smudged where I brushed, molding the rock like cy.

  I could make my pottery with anything around me! Foolishly giggling, the smile froze. It depends on whether it stays hard after. Throwing the smooth but misshapen rock on the ground, I was delighted to find it seemed to have retained the properties of being a hard rock, demonstrated by making a dent in the dirt. Picking it up again, I pressed two rocks together in an attempt to combine them. It seemed that it was too far from the hands.

  With more to work with, I was suddenly hit with a full bdder. To make matters worse, I can't casually use the river, as they could track my smell or something strange. Frantically, I used both hands to carve out the ground. It was strange, very little resistance as curls of dirt and rock was equally scooped out. Finishing my business, I covered it up.

  After a bit, a shadow fshed over my head. Silverwing raptor?! I dove to the ground, unconsciously using magic on my whole body. The ground opened up, as I slipped into the earth like fish in water. Holding my breathe, I y prone, unable to look out or know whatever happened to the earth I dispced.

  Time passed, as my heart beat heavily in my chest. Hopefully the raptor passed. I let out a breathe of relief, until I realized I was still underground. I could breathe? I ughed out loud, muffled in the dirt. Darkness surrounded me, as I felt the dirt between my fingers slip down in the small cavity I made.

  "I became a mole?"

  Exerting pressure and using my magic, I wobbled through the ground in a snail's pace, one leg forwards as the earth moved around it. This was new, and walking was not. My eyes drooped. This was taking much more out of me than I thought. Sleeping underground is probably safer for me. Eyes closed, as the darkness gave a warm embrace.

  "What do you mean you let a young mage that can ignore petricite go?"

  "Lord Eldred, we administered a petricite potion and attached petricite manacles to him."

  "He isn't immune to magic dimwit, otherwise he would have to been affected at all by the cold!!"

  Lord Eldred scowled, as he paced in the chamber.

  "Bring Sys with 5 escorts to track him down. We can't afford our enemies the ability to break our walls."

  "Yes, Lord Eldred. I shall be his judgement."

  A shadowy figure contorted their face in a snarl as he kneeled.