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hasn’t
already, Cathy added.
    The Sentry Stick, as the spell is
called, emits such a weak amount of energy that Davenport wouldn’t
be able to pick it up on a mental sweep of the area; not with us
close by. The stick would snap loudly and I would be able to Dispel
Davenport’s Illusion for the guards.
    I found a decent
stick for my task under a weak looking tree. It was 30-40
centimetres long and extremely dry. The drier the stick, the better
the sound I found. I enchanted it with the simple Spiritual spell,
Amplify, and brought it back to the path’s entrance. Placing it on
the ground in the centre of the path, I backed up quickly, the
power flowing into my hand. I stopped and launched the Proximity
spell at the stick, hitting it dead on. If someone entered the
Proximity spell’s range, the ripple of magic through the Spirit
Plane would trigger the Amplifying spell, snapping the stick
loudly.
    I headed back to the camp and caught
the confused eye of some of the guardsmen. I explained to them what
I had done and they nodded, impressed.
    “ Living out in the
forest teaches you a couple of tricks,” I said, settling in next to
the fire. “Back at my house, I have a couple set up to burst into
fire if the stick snaps. Helps keep some of the really stubborn
predators away.”
    “ Could you do that
here?” Jeff asked, passing me a bowl of some sort of
soup.
    “ Not without
Magmunese,” I answered, starting to eat. “It works as the igniting
agent. Sticks are too frail to enchant them with anything other
than simple spells and if you get something too thick, the stick
won’t break when triggered. It’s a subtle art.”
    “ So there are some
good qualities of magic after all?” Bill asked. A small smirk
stretched across his face. “You are not all power hungry
mongrels.”
    “ Oh, we still are,” I
smiled, getting a chuckle out of the group. “How could you not?
Through pure thought and will, I can create something to help or
hurt another person. Tell me, what would you do if you could do
anything?”
    “ Not try to take over
everything I see for a start,” Trevor chuckled.
    “ No?” I asked,
amused. “You are all men of the sword, sworn to protect the city.
If you could just reach out and stop a thief by sending a chunk of
ice into his heart, why wouldn’t you? What if one of the leaders of
a town was abusing and killing civilians? What stops you from
walking in and killing him with your power? What if the king of
Balendar was a tyrant? Free Balendar by marching on the Thurlborn
Peak. Where does it end? As long as you think you are doing right
for the world, why not use your power?”
    I looked around at the thoughtful faces
of the guardsmen. Lady Sandra and Ser Wilson had joined the group
to hear what I had to say.
    “ What stops you from
using your power?” Ronnie asked.
    An interesting
question, Cathy said
thoughtfully.
    “ Duty,” I answered,
raising a few eyebrows amongst the group. “It is not a Mage’s duty
to lead, but to help, regardless of personal opinions on current
affairs. We should be healers, advisors or protectors, not warriors
or tyrants. People are so afraid of magic, but they shouldn’t be.
Magic isn’t the problem. Some people just can’t handle the
responsibility.”
    “ Magic killed my
father,” Lady Sandra said, crossing her arms. The guardsmen went
deathly silent at the mention of her father. “You can try and
defend it all you want, but the fact still remains. If Davenport
didn’t have magic, my father would still be alive.”
    She turned around and left towards her
section of the camp. Ser Wilson started walking backwards to follow
her. “I’ve fought a Mage before,” he said. “I wasn’t hiding behind
a rock to protect myself from his fists.”
    “ Don’t blame the
sword because the soldier can’t handle it,” I said.
    He smiled slightly after a moment.
“Well said.”
    He turned away and I motioned to the
guardsmen as I finished my cold soup. “Grab