~Yeah I got home from camp and wrote this especially for Heather (Crazy) because I don't have a fantasy story. So Heather, here it is and its dedicated to you.

I wanted to smash something or scream. Anything to make the silence stop. Anything at all. My mother's lectures weren't exactly lectures. They were long stares followed by a 'who could scream louder' competition. Her ice blue eyes, which had been fixed on the glass of wine in front of her shifted to my face. "Why Devon? Why do you hate us so much?"
I scowled and turned my coal black eyes toward the window. There was the tall concrete wall covered in rose vines outside it. A prison. Well, a prison in my opinion but that didn't seem to matter much in this house. No matter who I was or what my title happened to be.
"One, you missed my naming. Devon isn't me anymore. My name is Kaliber. First Rank Wizard Kaliber of the Inferno but you missed the ceremony! The most important moment of my life and my mother was out probably getting drunk!"
"I was at a rally for your father's campaign. You misinterpret everything Devon!"
"Its Kaliber! And even worse! You were rallying for communist government! You know how I feel about Dad's campaigning. It is perfectly nonsensical."
"Kaliber then! Listen to me! Your father's campaign is what gets you what you have! Why must you hate the causes of his government?"
"He wishes to control our world and then take over the mortal world too. I don't know about you, but I'd rather be a free wizard. Of course, you don't know what having untamed magic feels like. You are mortal!"
"And you are half. You came from my body Kaliber. You won't turn on me like this. I'll stop you."
I stood up and slammed my palms flat on the shellacked tabletop. I felt my anger course through my body and ignite my hands in flame. The acrid smell of the shellac and wood burning filled the room.
"Kaliber stop it!" She shot me an icey glare. It made me even angrier and the flames grew, licking up my arms to my shoulders. I clenched my teeth.
"You won't stop me. I may die like you will someday but you won't stop me from being who I am!"
"I will stop you from being anything."
"I hate you!"

She froze and stared at me. "Devon, you are my baby."
"I will never be anything to you!" With that I grabbed my blood red cloak from the peg it hung on and stormed out the door, past the concrete grate toward Mischa's house. Mischa was a water mage. She was pure immortal and had an immortal soul.
Her manor was down the street from mine and was surrounded by a mote. She sat cross-legged, meditating on a rock in the middle of a lake that sat in her yard. I didn't realize it until I got closer that she wasn't dressed, at all. "Mischa?" I said almost in a whisper. She disappeared quickly and reappeared in front of me moments later, wearing a sliver robe and blue cloak.
"Hello De-I mean Kaliber"
"Hi Missy."
"The air around you simmers. You're angry?" She tilted her white blonde head to the side and stared at me with ocean blue eyes. Mage's eyes. When you are named a Mage your eyes lose their whites and pupils. They become simply color.
"Understatement. I'm furious."
"Why is that?"
"My mother missed the ceremony last week because she was at my father's campaign rally. She hasn't been home since until tonight. Not even a telepathic message from my father Missy! Nothing. They could have been dead for all I knew. I hate the government."
"Hate is a strong word First Rank Wizard of the Inferno. It reflects your mortal soul. Something we lack."
My mortal soul. I was only half wizard. It didn't inhibit my abilities like it did to other half-wizards but it gave me two souls. A Mortal soul that could cry, anger, love, hate, or mourn and an Immortal soul that couldn't feel anything but magic. "I know. I'm sorry." Missy wanted a Mortal soul like she had wanted to be named Water Mage.
"It will die someday, Kaliber. Your magic may die with it. Then you will simply be a pyromaniac immortal. But oh how we all long to love."
"Missy, why can't you get one?"
"Because my parents are both immortal. They do not love each other. They marry for breeding."
I sighed. Our world was so much more complicated than the world of my mother. "How are the sprites?"
"They have gathered an army north of Lyren and wish to speak with a First Rank Wizard from the Citadel of Enchantment. They threaten that if they do not, we will be attacked by the Sprite Force."
I ran a hand through my black hair. "I suppose that was your form of asking me to go speak to them?"
"Would you?" Her eyes sparkled and she gave me a smile. A rare thing on a Mage.
"When should I go?"
"Probably now."
"Now?"
"They said they would attack at sun-up."
"MISCHA! You didn't tell us?!"
"I'm sorry. It slipped my mind."
"Missy! Do you have a horse?"
"I have a centaur, a dragon, a unicorn, and a vampire in my back shed but he's not mine. He just needed a place to stay."
"Why yes I did, Mage Mishca and I thank you for it."
I glanced over Missy's shoulder and there stood a young man about my age, eighteen or nineteen. He had silver hair and pale blue eyes with very pale skin. He wore a black robe and a black cloak. "You have a friend?" His smooth voice echoed like a ghost's.
"Yes I do. This is First Rank Wizard Kaliber of the Inferno. Kaliber, this is Kellen."
I narrowed my eyes. "Yes. Missy, about the creatures. Can I take all three?"
"Of course. I can't deny you if it's a good cause. You can take Kellen also if he wishes to go." She whistled. "Aristotle, Brekka, Patina!" She called. The centaur galloped out full speed. His lower body was a paint mustang and his torso was that of a toned man with dark brown hair. He glanced at Missy then at me.
"I'm Aristotle the centaur. You are?"
I swallowed. My contact with magical creatures had been limited. "I'm Kaliber, First Rank Wizard of the Inferno."
"Ahh. So you spent a lot of time at the Citadel of Enchantment?"
Before I could answer I was temporarily blinded and immediately felt flames lick up my arms in defense of whatever it was. "I am Patina. A unicorn of the Shine tribe," A bell like voice, and I know this is cliché but it glittered into my ears. "You are Kaliber. I know."
It was of my knowledge that unicorns could read minds but Patina was amazing. She was bright white. I mean, she made snow look black. Her eyes shimmered and changed color depending on the light you put them in. I extinguished the flames lest I scare the beautiful creature. "Hello Patina, Aristotle. I am pleased to meet you."
With that a roar filled the night sky and flames from above engulfed my body. It would have hurt had I not known how to control fire. A deep rumbling shook the ground as a gruff voice spoke, "Brekka the dragon at your service my boy. Where would you like to go? Lyren, Wandanel, Garathen, Toakona? Anywhere at all?"
I froze which is rare for me. I'm generally a very conducted and confident person but Brekka amazed me. He was huge and scarlet. His eyes were at least as big as my leg and the glowed orange. His body radiated heat. I liked that. Brekka and I were going to get along.
"Now Brekka. Give the child a chance to speak. You have frightened him!" Aristotle whinnied and stomped his hooves on the ground.
"I don't think he's frightened. He is surprised," Kellen hissed as he strolled around me. "He simply hasn't seen a dragon so, perhaps we should keep it nice and say unmajestic?"
Patina growled. "Shut up Kellen."
I teleported myself to where Kellen was standing and put my hand around his throat, letting flames pour from my arms again. He writhed in pain. "Around me, you don't insult anything or anyone. Understand?" I dropped him. He nodded and stood back up, the burns already fading on his unchanging 'dead' body.
"Watch it boy. Next time I'll take you out," His voice was malicious.
I looked at Missy. "I don't like him." I nodded toward Kellen. "He thinks he's better than everyone."
Brekka laughed. "That he does Flamey. He always has. He calls Patina unmajestic if you can believe that."
I frowned. "I'll stake him myself if he does it again. Now, Aristotle, Patina, Brekka. I need your help. I need to get to the Sprites' army by sun up. Its north of Lyren. Not far but you know what Lyren is like. Its criminal capitol of Olarion. I need your protection."
Patina touched her head to the ground. "I pledge my life on the future Fire Mage."
I gaped. "Uhh Patina. I don't know if I'll be Fire Mage!" This was way out of my league. Taking credit that is rightfully a Mage's is treason in Olarion. I could have been killed for that comment.
Aristotle smirked. "I too pledge to Kaliber."
Brekka blew a column of fire into the night sky and laughed. "I pledge my fire on Kaliber the Fire Wizard."
Kellen frowned. "I don't but I will come along to help you."
Mischa put a hand on my face. "Kaliber, the prophet had a vision of you last night. About this."
I gulped again. I hate not knowing what to say. "Yes?" I knotted my cloak around my hands in anxiety. The prophet was always right and he never saw anything good. That in itself is quite a frightening thought.
"He said you were to be Fire Mage by the end of the year. Your immortal soul will leave you and you will be in love. You will find a way to restore all mortal souls to the Gifted of Olarion so that you can love this girl. She will be immortal and also a Mage by that time. You will find out that your father won the election and Olarion will be enslaved. You must free the Gifted and the Creatures. Do not fail my Fire Mage. Do not fail."
Even Kellen was still. Then he glanced at me with his pale eyes. "You have a lot to live up to my man."
I shivered. "I guess I do." Now imagine this: The weight of my entire race has just been placed on your shoulders. You have to save the world with a dragon, a unicorn, a centaur, and a vampire. You're only eighteen years old.
Aristotle shrugged. "You'll complete it. I barely know you and I believe in you."
"Let's go then. We will be heroes you four. Heroes. The tribe of Shine will be reunited. The centaurs will have centaur forest back and the dragons will again roam free in Fever Valley. And Kellen," I looked at him. "We have to get along. But the vampires, will have their feeding grounds back. The Aushap government of my father will fall. I promise you that.

A/N-Yay! Oh that Aristotle is a paint mustang like Hidalgo. We watched that movie Heather. Yay! I just e-mailed Pea-Tunia!