Red Morn

It was in the news again, the stories about the rogue magi slowly taking over the province of Yaaba, they had recently captured a little town in the province’s south and were slowly heading north. The provinces sharing borders with Yaaba had started taking precautions against any possible revolts of their own mages, the Province of Aer to the east of Yaaba had issued an order to kill every mage in the province, the mages in the province were left with the choice of dying or escaping to join the other rogue mages, some towns within the province were unwilling to kill their own citizens so they banished them instead, the town of Umere was such a town, a town mostly home to Water mages, it had thrived throughout the years as the resident water mages made sure there was no such thing as drought.

Brodje sighed and ruffled his hair, he and other men of the town were at the town meeting to decide what to do with the magi, although he was relieved that the mages would not be killed the current decision meant that his wife who was carrying their unborn child would be forced to leave the town of her birth, how was he going to accept that? He stood up and shouted “Mayor, my wife is pregnant! This is wrong!”

“Remember your manners Brodje!” the mayor retorted “You are not a native of this town; therefore you have no say in this matter. Escape with your wife to another province, she’s a talented mage, she can hide her talent well enough”

“Mayor she is almost due, this is wrong, why should the actions of those brigands have any effect on us”

The decision taken by the high council of Aer is that mages should be killed! Have you forgotten that this town is under the protection of Aer? We are already taking a big enough risk as it is”


Enough” the mayor exploded “ This is hard on me as well, the town’s economy is going to plummet after losing all our mages, have you any idea of the hard times in store for us? This is the final decision, Mages!, you have a week to leave the town, on the seventh day at dusk a platoon of Aer’s soldiers will be here to purge the town, Good night and may Winry be with you”.

The town meeting ended and Brodje began the long walk back home. It was a windy, cloudy night and the serenity of the town at night seemed to be mocking what would happen shortly.” Seven days” Brodje thought to himself “Seven days to get Rara out of this town, no, the entire province, the biggest problem here is whether she would actually agree to leave”. He walked slowly; each step heavy with dread because the more he thought about it the more he saw no escape for the mages, Yaaba is west of Aer, to the east of Aer is Trior; the realm of savages, to the north is Winslow who welcome immigrants with the sword and to the south is the Bain sea, was their only option to join the rogue mages? Growing disgusted at the thought he spat at the ground, No! He was never going to join those heretics, he and Rara would sneak into Winslow through the forests that formed part of the border, Rara was an exceptional water mage so they should be fine while travelling through. “Yes!” Brodje thought, this was the best plan if Rara wasn’t heavily pregnant. She would be entering her 38th week tomorrow and for their plan to work the baby had to come two days before they had to flee, right now, he could only pray.