"There are two Amber spells you must learn next." my teacher demanded one day, as Twinshriek dropped two peasant boys in front of me.

The kids looked at me like a I was some sort of deity, with me flying and such, and quickly fell to their knees.

"I hope they're orphans...." I said with a mild bitter taste in my mouth. Way too many orphans around, with no state orphanages around.

"Taal' Fury!" Wizard Martak chanted, and the two kids transformed into savages filled with animalistic hate, aimed right at me.

Their speed and strength almost reached a trained soldier's level, if not their aim or precision. Wild strikes and telegraphed claws to my knees.

I flew around the enspelled boys a bit curious, then rose to 5 meters in altitude to watch them jump comically in futile attempts to hit me.

"Uncontrolled rage?" I asked my teacher as the boys consumed their meager stamina and fainted.

"It is actually the wrath of Taal himself, channeled through the receiver of this spell. Curious that it did not affect you at all." my teacher observed with a clinical voice.

"I think my mind is quite protected from outside influence. Or so I was told. Then again, the same thing was said about my body..." I noted with a sad grimace.

Martak frowned for a minute, then spoke again. "Vengeful Hood!"

A Ghur spell formed around him, similar in shape to a rain coat, with a wide hood too. Only made of translucent amber.

"Throw some weapons at me, apprentice." he demanded in coy tone.

Since I had a pile of thousand of weapons in my pile, I gladly accepted and began flicking spears and axes and pikes and maces and anything at hand.

A second later, my thrown weapons returned right back at me, with the exact speed I launched them. Good thing I was quite durable.

"That's overpowered as fuck!" I exclaimed in awe.

My teacher simply gestured at me to continue, so I did. For 16 minutes, I was bombarded by my own thrown weapons, even those that broke the sound barrier during launch.

My own's Hunter's Hide failed at some point, resulting in my nice deer coat getting shredded by the rebounding weapons.

Then Martak held his hand up, stopping me from shanking him by accident. His own spell has ended.

"Ghur is indeed overpowered. Now, why would you need to learn this spell, since it only works on mundane, not magical damage?" my teacher asked with a kind smile.

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I sighed inward. "Because, if I want my children to live, I will have to teach them." I deduced with my flawless genius.

"And these two boys will be your own acolytes. Train them well." Martak explained with a wise tone, then walked back to his cave.

I nodded to myself, knowing already how useful this Vengeful Hood would be for my future children. They would be able to tank arrows and javelins, even bullets and cannon balls, and then return them to sender with deadly results. Ghur was indeed overpowered as fuck.

As for the other spell, Taal's Fury...it would make a decent battlefield buff for desperate melee fights. Even 5 year old kids became quite dangerous under the spell, not to mention regular peasants or even imperial soldiers. Someone on the level of a Grail Knight would become a demigod of rage, ripping heads and spines with each strike.

I shuddered to think that even such a fierce-some spell might not be enough when the End Times came around.

But both spells together? An invulnerable berserk army might indeed stand face-to-face with the Chaos hordes and rip them to shreds.

I sighed inward. I did not have a normal army yet, not to mention an army of Ghur users. I glanced at the two kids in my care, and grabbed them like kittens to set them on my bed to rest. Was I even ready to become a teacher? Oh well, what could go wrong?

"Master Pef! I am hungry!"

"And I need to pee!" the other kid added with an innocent voice.

That could happen too. Gregor Martak lucked out with a perfect apprentice like myself. I only had a duo of crying babies to teach.

"Good! Today we'll enter the Reikland forest and you'll learn how to survive in the wilderness. Food, water, clothes and medicine, the forest provides all. First rule, do not pee in the stream. That's where your water comes from." I began with a sad voice.

However , it was not all bad. In a few months, my young acolytes experienced several epiphanies, since they were weak and cold and starving in the wild.

Odin managed to call a rabbit to him, and got to eat the entire rabbit by himself, and soon enough Thor was desperate and hungry enough to charm a wild turkey to jump down and offer itself as dinner.

Learning from my little ones, I also managed to call a deer to me, mostly for a new coat and a pair of small boots for the young ones. Twinshriek was also watching and stole most of the deer meat as I left the carcass to drip out from a branch. Oh well. The forest is not kind to anyone.

"Master Pef! Look, I did it! I have the Venegful Hood!" Thor claimed a month later, and indeed a minute aura of Amber covered the half-naked boy.

I wasn't envious, but even his pathetic result was better than my own. Perhaps I did suck at magic.

I smirked at Odin and flexed my magical hood. "Lazy boy, no food until you do it too."

Odin glared at me, then closed his eyes to focus. An hour later, his own spell formed, even better than Thor has managed.

Hunger is the best motivator of all.

By the time a year has passed, my acolytes were learning Hunter's Hide and the Ox stands spells, even if they sucked at those more than me.

Which is why Martak arrived by the cabin with Twinshriek in tow. "Would you boys want to learn how to fly?" he asked them, in an innocent voice.

"Yea! Just like Master Pef!" both kids yelled happily.

I sighed inward. Martak was never a kind teacher.

"Climb on Twinshriek then. We need to gain more air under us..." the Amber Wizard invited them, with a warning look towards me.

I didn't need the Wings of the Falcon to fly, but the kids will soon regret climbing on the griffon. And especially being kicked off in mid-air.