Jace's stories inspired me to write this.
The spell fizzeled into nothingness at the wave of a long claw. Nicol Bolas roared at the pathetic sight of the mage before him. A balding man with a large mustache and a cape. The man was breathing heavily, rasping, even choking, trying to catch a breath. This was partialy due to the fact that he had just been locked in combat with the most powerful being in the multiverse. The elder dragon planeswalker, Nicol Bolas. Bolas roared again breathing out fire. He stalked slowly in a circle around the poor mage like a cat stalking a mouse. Nicol Bolas kept on wondering why these abnoxious mages kept on disturbing him.
"I don't like this you know," purred Bolas still circling, "It really wastes time killing all of you upstart mages, but I do have a reputation to keep don't I?" And with that he pounced.
Nearby on a cliff some birds flew away from the screams of the dying mage...
Hope you enjoyed.
Any coments are appreciated. Also this is completely original aside from the name Nicol Bolas.
I enjoyed it.
It is a good start. Keep up the good work.