He casted a spell right at the wizard’s head. He didn’t mean to, but he was so angry with him, he just did. The young apprentice wanted to scream, ’ look … But he noticed it was already too late, or wasn’t it? The spell just vanished in thin air while the wizard said with a calm voice, ‘You should control your anger better, young apprentice.’ The young apprentice was furious as he watched his master dissapear around the corner.

He would show him one day, it wasn’t his fault the whole city had been burned to the ground. How would he have stopped a dark warlock, he would’ve died trying. Or maybe that’s what it’s all about, this is a war and they’re meant to protect the ones without magical power. But instead of helping them, he had been hiding like a coward, praying the dark warlock wouldn’t see him. Indeed he didn’t see the young apprentice, instead he burned down a whole city, killing everyone but him. Maybe the warlock knew he was there and tried to lure him out.