He only knew one thing, if he wanted to be a wizard, he had better stop being a coward. A sudden thought crossed his mind, a smile of happiness came upon his face. But his eyes showed how frightened he was, yet his mind was made; he would go after the warlock, to make it right, before he could burn more villages.

But he had to be careful, the war was still raging, the warlocks gained lots of allies and territory. Yet this is what he had to do, it felt like he was meant to do it. Yet never had he read a prophecy where he would actually kill a warlock. This could be a suicide mission.

He packed his stuff and was set to go, the moon was high in the sky as he left the wizard’s tower. No one even noticed he left.