Three Out Of Five.

The broadcast room was in a terrible shape, everything was on the ground but lucky for me there were a couple of things that I could use. I started to search the room and found the tablet of voice and the three magic communication stones but I was missing five wood, I still didn't understand what was the meaning behind and then it struck me, I needed a table to put these.

I quickly grabbed some tools from the storage room next door and started to assemble a table with the things in the broadcast room. Making a table was an easy task and I put the tablet of voice on top of the table, the tablet of voice was a simple stone tablet that had antic magic language on it and the magic communication stones were the same, they were stone with antic magic language on them and so I picked two of them up..

"Fire…Mage." This sudden voice made me drop my stones and they were shattered. This voice belonged to Floria, though not a female voice but a strong male's voice but Floria was nowhere near me and I was pretty confused.

"What is going on?"

"I…Use..Telepathy."

"O-Oh! That's right the fire mage and the governor can use telepathy. I totally forgot about that. So, what do you need?"

"I…Lost…Two…Survivors."

"You can't feel them anymore?"

"Yes…And…One..Walking…Away"

"They must be lost, let me come there and use flare again." I went to the balcony, Floria's body was still lying on the ground, I needed to pick that up. I raised my staff and chanted.

"Flare!" There were two flares and they were getting closer, the third flare never came.

"They….Going…Away…"

"That's weird…I will check on them."

"What…About..Firewall?"

"I should stay the same unless I die."

"I….Will…Wait"

"Good." I prepared some food, stuffed all of them in my backpack and left Mithrus.

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Lost In The Snow

As I was walking through the snow, I saw a camp. I was happy to see alive people after two years and I created a huge fire that showed them I was here and they noticed me.

An old man wearing a fire mage robe confronted me, he had a huge smile on his face and the other people started to go out of their tents and started to watch me with huge smiles on their faces, they also had weird tattoos on their faces, it was almost creepy but I didn't care about that.

"I can't believe another fire mage survived!" I was filled with joy, another fire mage was still alive but then the old man said.

"I am not a fire mage but a prophet wearing our god's robes. Please get inside, God from Mithrus." I was shocked for a moment and they pushed me inside, they started to serve me food and give me random stuff that seemed to be personal items.

"I wish to have a private conversation with the God." After hearing the words of this old man everyone left the tent and he started to talk, his huge smile turned into a sad face, he started to cry on my shoulders, I was really confused.

"I-I am sorry but I don't understand."

"No! I am sorry, I am just exhausted. I have been leading my flock for too long."

"Your flock?"

"My people, we worship fire mages as you can see from out tattoos, they have the fire symbol."

"Wait, a second you think I am God?!"

"I don't but they do." The look on this old man's face was enough to break my heart, he was too tired and too sad for this.

"What happened to you?"

"The fire mage in our city was a maniac went by the name 'Glus.' He did experiments on our children and forced us to believe he was a God. We didn't have a choice because he was the person who kept the snowstorm away."

Fire mage Glus was one of the most disgusting mages in the world, he was banished from magician community after burning down a city but when the snowstorm hit he was called again because fire mages needed him.

"What happened to your governor? They exist for moments like this."

"T-That bastard got into the mind of governor's daughter and made her worship himself. The Governor was killed by his daughter and she took over."

"How did you escape?"

"That bastard offered himself as food when the food stocks ran out...The ones who ate him committed suicide afterward. Lucky for us, that bastard didn't have much of a meat and some of us weren't able to eat his body. I used to be the mayor of that city and made myself a prophet, I needed to or they were going to commit suicide like the others..." He paused for a moment and looked at a photo.

"I have done bad things,sir….Very bad things…I am surely going to hell but I want to help these people. When I saw the red spot on the map my hope was restored."

"It is okay now but why were you going away from the city?"

"We were? I am pretty sure we were going the right way unless…."

"Unless what?"

"We met another group of survivors, they were lead by an ex-general and they were going to the north."

"North?! They can't survive the north."

"That's what I said to them but they said Mithrus was ruled by a traitor to humanity. Of course, I didn't believe him."

"The traitor fire mage no longer rules there. I need to tell them about this. Can you head for the city while I go to warn them?"

"I don't think so, sir. My people won't go anywhere without you but we can wait here."

"Good, I will give this camp a small firewall that should protect you from the snowstorm."

"Thank you, sir. We will be waiting for you here."