This is a pic i decided to do... it's a shout out for one thing but also sorta had the idea in my head anyway and since it was so close to the idea of the shout out I just melded them together.

This is from the days which Dylan came from. war was common and a part of everyday life or atleast the talk of war and for soldiers and mages and different members of the art would have to fight. this is when dylan is a bit older anywhere from 16 to 23 or so idk i didn't give to much detail into it. and this took surprisingly little time. soooo here's a little story to go with it if you would like to read it.



(start)
The air felt dry and hot, the smell of blood and the sound of steel droned out all other sense. The site of the battle was like most of the others that he'd been to so far. Nothing was surprising him like it did, actually he felt to numb to be caught off guard even by the ever new ways the enemy seemed to think of to kill people and soldiers alike.
Dylan walked into a large tent filled with tables and papers men scurrying around to them and saluting their officers as they marched off to give their own orders to their subordinates. He walk up to the head officer of their now rather small military force that had been holding off the enemy forces from the main land. The situation was looking bleak at best, and talk of retreat had been everywhere. Ofcourse Dylan had just now come to the field of this particular battle, the hordes of enemies and their monstrous creatures that didn't look to have any order not just in rank but in shape of their bodies as well had been the fear of most of the men, and although Dylan had seen things like this before not in such numbers.
Out numbered 10 to 1 they were making every move they could to weaken and slow the hordes of beasts which was really their only goal now, which was probably why moral wasn't just low it wasn't even there.
Dylan knew why he was here. He and a handful of other mages of particular talents were sent out as weapons to..Dispatch the enemy. Even though he had seen the ruthless carnage of thousands, women and their children, their husbands that were just as helpless as any of them were all slaughtered in many of the outer cities and small towns of this part of the kingdoms provinces,it still bothered him to do what has was so well known for now.
Dylan had earned many names in the past but now he was known as the child of death. It bothered him to, to be called such a name knowing even his own people now fear him for it, though stupid as it was for them to do so they did it anyway. People were stupid after all, they believed what they were told despite some of the things said of him were lies.
After waiting a good 5 minutes some of the men cleared out and only a few head officers and their general remained, and off to the side was a counselor of the arts, an old mage that was ruthless in his own way and more stubborn than a rash on the buttocks.
The old man didn't like Dylan much always shrugged him off and made sly remarks, and though this old proon was his superior the man did seem to have a fear of him.Dylan didn't mind this much because he didn't like superstitious old men so he supposed the feelings weren't personal but mutual.
''General Rian" Dylan made a gestured bow with a tilt of his head and arm. ''Ah Wizard Draklen nice to finally have you, we seem to be in dire need of some assistance.'' The general replied with a surprisingly meek attitude. "so I've heard, and seen... Then where is the high point to this place general? The high point? The cliff to the north of here is the highest and over looks the battle field, it's just common strategy to take the high ground." He said in a level tone.
''Yes, well then tell all your troops to retreat the battle field."
"Ah yes well thats what wizard Stirrup here had advised me to do once he.. Felt you." the general had seem to be becoming a bit more nervous, Dylan could only assume the old proon had told the general all kinds of wild over exaggerated stories. "Yes seems the military has good advisers then. Will you be joining me Stirrup?" He asked with a blank face but up beat tone. The old man simple shook his head and looked down to a book, Dylan could see his eyes weren't moving over the book, he almost laughed in disgust at the fact that even those in high places would act so shallow out of rumors. Well they was not all rumors he guest.
"alright then I'll be off to the cliff, tell your men if they are still out there they better run fast general. I can't allow them to advance any further." The general seem to have a very worried look about his face as if he'd seen a ghost or something. "Y..yes I understand." This wasn't fear Dylan saw this time, it was regret. He knew it all to well, after all he had seen it dozens of times by now. Their men were all that was holding them in the position for his magic to be cast. He grimaced at the lives he would be ending knowing the men thought this was their final battle anyway he knew too that they thought it to be at the hands of the enemy not an ally, or by magic.
People thought to be killed by magic destroyed the soul, how stupid to think such a thing, magic came of the soul it couldn't destroy it.
He made his way out of the tent and past the wounded soldiers and knights with their squires all looking to be tired and drained of in a state of stupor. He knew how they felt he wasn't just mentally tired he hadn't slept in about two days and eaten even less,but he ignored it as he walked through the encampment and out up the hill to the cliff.
He calmed himself taking even breaths as he heard the sounds of battle below, seeing the futile effort of the smaller band of men against the hordes of beasts and monters as many called them baring down upon them, the hot wind giving him no relief as his clothes and cloak billowed out behind him, though it wasn't wind that moved it.
The air hummed and crackled around him and everything seemed to fade from his consciousness, all sight and sound and smell, the feeling under his boots of thousands of souls rushing to their deaths all melted away in a calm silence of his mind. He raised a hand outward to the battle, the bleak day hadn't helped his mood for this moment as a thunderstorm was already approaching, the lightening was yellow in color as he had remembered looking into it seeing his own foul mood.
With a sudden abrupt flash of light and sound a release of power in the sky above, this had all been so simple and boring he remember more challenging battles and the times he'd been nearly killed by just standing up because of the arrows.
It seemed to take forever in his eyes, the light to the right of him was bluish and white, incredibly brilliant light was almost to much to look at, as to the left was an equally large force of power, but instead was a black flash of lightening, the color was void, it seem to devour the light as it ripped through the air toward it's twin, it's antagonist.
When they hit it made the earth shake with such violence Dylan locked his knees to keep standing.The forces of power streamed across the main battle destroying everything they even came close to. And with a flash brighter and yet darker than any prior the twin streams touched their power hissing and striking at each other as the center of the violence grew with frightening speed he simply gave more power into the spell, and then in an instant it was over the light and blackness, the sound and vibrations all but ceased the battle field was striped of life as far as the eyes could see. nothing remained. Well maybe ash but even that would be strange to see after what he had unleashed.
With an exhale of breath he fell back onto his back staring up at the dark gray skies overhead, and he again found peace in that the day match what he felt. No one would come see if he was alright, or congratulate him, they knew who he was and what he did. And if it be from fear or loathing the only company he would have that night the only friend, comforter would be the sky he saw, the flashes of light above from the storm were calm and quiet compared to what was just happening just moment before.
Dylan's stomach growled and whined for food but all he felt like doing was laying there and waiting for his eyes to close. and this summer storm would bring no rain only lightening and wind. Hot wind at that.
He wondered then, would he be accused of murder after all this? for what he was ordered to do? What he was obligated to do? He had no other choice.
Oh well, he thought, he was to tired to care.. To numb to care. The stormed thundered and the clouds boiled over him up on the lonely cliff.