The walls seemed so close and claustrophobic; their smooth, dark surface surrounding her on almost every side. It disquieted her further when she glanced upwards and saw the walls meet the ceiling only a few feet above her head. The only comfort she had within this labyrinth that she was stuck in were the crisscrossing red vines which emitted a soft red glow. Her fingers trailed one vine close by, its crystals hot and rough to the touch a comfort to her in this cold, smooth, barren maze.
Her fingers brushed against a thicker, brighter crystal. Gripping it, she closed her eyes and slowly dragged the crystal out from within the vine. The magic fed out of her grip and into the crystal, its form growing with every moment. Opening her hand and allowing the crystal to fall to the ground, she opened her eyes and knelt; she spotted three small, red, creatures made out of the crystal. Their bodies were misshaped and contorted; they had spikes of crystal sticking out in all directions as they stood atop thick dagger-like legs.
“Spy on the other three,” she said quick and concise. Standing up she watched as the three creatures quickly ran off; the distant sounds of their clicking feet echoing through the silent labyrinth. Reaching her hand into her thick, blood red robes, she pulled out a vial filled with a clear liquid. Chugging the contents she could feel an energetic feeling shoot through her nerves. Taking a deep breath, she launched off at a sprint. Turning several corners, the same walls still surrounding her she made it to a portal.
The portal was set into the walls, purple rays of energy slowly spinning beneath its arch, “Should take me to yellow.” She thought to herself. Renewing her strong sprint, she rushed through the portal. Darkness took her for a fraction of a second before it was filled with the same scene except a subtle difference. The crystal vines lighting the labyrinth were now lit yellow.
She touched her fingers against one of the vines and could immediately sense her goal. The treasure she seeks to bring back to her foundation to win. Moving towards it, she felt visions fill her head. Her red crystal scouts had found their targets and were already filling her head with everything that was happening with her three opponents.
”Giddicus the Green already charging off in a rush. Buffed his speed like me, so he’s already in Baronok the Blue’s territory. Impressive that you would pick such a strategy, Giddicus.” The vision revealed Giddicus trying to use a spell to mimic a picklock to break through the door protecting one of Baronok’s treasures. Suddenly a shock of blue energy causes Giddicus to take a step back, rubbing his hands in pain. “It seems Giddicus forgot that Baronok is far too conservative to not protect his territory.” Huffing in frustration Giddicus begins to walk away, slowly beginning to transform into a werewolf. “Troublesome…going to change to a werewolf so you can move faster and steal other treasure to win…most likely mine.”
She could sense the treasure close by her thoughts turning to the vision of the master of this territory coming closer to her. “Yuvanna the Yellow, to think she decided to stay and defend her territory with a flame wall, a shame she protected the wrong side, forgetting about me.” She stopped before the large treasure chest surrounded by the yellow vines. Brushing off the vines, she pulled out a small bag from within her robes. Placing the opening of the bag onto the treasure its form began to suck into the small bag. Little by little, the large chest vanished into the bag until finally she closed it and placed the bag back into her robes. “A shame the Arcane Order doesn’t supply us with two bags so I could get this contest done faster and claim my victory.”
Standing up she began to move towards the purple portal to make it back to her territory. Her mind filled with a vision again. The scene was once more of Giddicus but now a werewolf facing off against Baronok. She could not hear the heated argument the two had but she couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of Baronok running up to Giddicus and punching his snout before rushing back behind his door. “It seems even the conservative can be confident, a shame he didn’t sacrifice himself to slow down Giddicus.” She turned another corner and before her stood the portal once more. A warning flashed through her mind of Yuvanna picking up one of her treasures. A heat of anger flashed through her, “I thought for sure Yuvanna would challenge me not run like a coward to my treasure!” Fire formed between her fingertips as she rushed through the portal.
The dark filled her vision and was gone in an instant to reveal the familiar red vines snaking along the wall. Rushing forward she turned and saw Yuvanna’s back.
Yuvanna stood up, her hand slipping a bag filled with a treasure chest into her robes. “Didn’t expect you to get here so fast, Reivunn the Red.” She casually brushed a strand of blond hair behind her ear, the hood of her cloak shifting back slightly which she quickly fixed. “So going to shoot that fireball yet?”
Reivunn growled in rage and grew the fire within her hand. Taking a step forward she launched the ball of flame with her fury towards Yuvanna. A flood of water spewed forth from her, which quickly filled the chamber.
Reivunn’s vision was filled with the water, she helplessly squirmed in its torrent, but she could not move, her body was stuck to the wall. Her lungs screamed for air and at the last moment, the water stopped. She fell to the ground with a thud, gasping for breath. Looking up she could see Yuvanna staggering to her feet.
“I really hate using that spell but I’d rather be wet, than on fire. Nothing personal Reivunn,” She said breathlessly. Leaning against a wall for support she began to cast a spell, “Well I’ll be going I have treasure to collect.”
Reivunn slowly pulled herself to her feet. She watched with seething hatred as Yuvanna vanished and in her place appeared a waterlogged and tired old Baronok. “Well…I suppose she could have swapped with that werewolf.” Grinning, Reivunn pulled out a small hammer from within her robes and began to feed magic into its forms. She watched and waited as Baronok slowly stood up onto his feet. Once standing she released her spell, the hammer growing dramatically in size and smashed onto baronok’s head. The blow released a powerful gust of wind drying baronok’s robes in an instant, his form slowly collapsing back onto the ground.
“A bit too easy Baronok,” She smirked and walked over to his dazed figure, the hammer dissipating into the air. Searching through his robes, she found the bag and to her luck, it was filled with a treasure from Giddicus’s territory. “Thank you Baronok, but I’ll be winning now,” she said turning away the bag held in her hand. Taking a couple of steps, she suddenly felt a heat grow on her back. In an instant, she was launched forward and landed onto the ground, her body in flames. Quickly she pulled the water dripping off the walls to her body and washed away the flames, but the searing pain stayed.
“I’ll be taking that bag, back!” Reivunn heard Baronok call out. Trying to get up, the searing pain still gripping her nerves she felt a slime of liquid cover over her. She closed her eyes in dread at the ooze suddenly covering her body, making it difficult to breathe once again. To her relief the thick of the slime left her a moment later. Looking up from the ground, she could see Baronok was now a giant slime monster, which was starting to evaporate into mist.
“Damn it Baronok! You will not be getting away so easily!” She cried out, as she pulled out a second hammer and stood up in rage, the searing pain of the burn arched through her nerves. The pain screaming in her brain, she clenched her teeth in fury, feeding the fury into the hammer. She outstretched her left hand and shot out a buff of blue mist, which caused Baronok to return to his slime body, his mist form having been dispelled. She could see the slime suddenly panicking, its slanted face showing a big frown. She could not help but smile with glee at the sight of the sad slime, the hammer growing to its greatest possible size. Screaming in fury, she brought the hammer down.
The slime exploded in all directions, the magic of the hammer following each piece of slime and disintegrating it. In a flash the hammer was gone leaving nothing but the burnt crisp remains of the slime covering the ground.
A sudden vision of alarm filled Reivunn’s mind once more. She could sense Giddicus in his wolf form rushing to the end, ready to achieve victory with a second treasure. Gripped with dread at the thought of losing Reivunn rushed towards the burnt remains of Baronok. She began to dig through the pile of scorched black ooze; to her relief she found the bag filled with Giddicus’s treasure. Quickly, grabbing it, she stood up and began to run with what strength she had left.
Turning several corners, she came into sight the portal to take her to victory. The red circular runes were on the ground and ceiling waiting to be activated with her return of two treasures. Stepping into the circle, she looked up to see the runes began to glow. “I won…I can’t believe it…I’m the Guildmaster of the Arcade Order now!” The distant screams of the other two wizards barely reached her ears as the red light of the runes filled her vision and whisked her away to another part of the great wizard tower.