"Ahhhhh its raining again..."
Illenial sat under a tree not too far form the road to town. It was just another outcropping of civilization on this wretched land, nothing of note to Illenial. He preferred to stay away from town because trouble always found him there. Alas he managed to come across some wares on his journey, and everyone needed to eat. He would save the gauntlet of town until tomorrow, judging by the sounds of the storm he should have kept walking.
"DAMN IT!" The sudden burst of lightning caught the young mage unawares, making him jump. It served to remind him of how weak he really was, a normal 20 year old with no skills and no money would be scared in his situation, and rightfully so. But Illenial was no ordinary 20 year old, yes he was weak and incapable, but he wouldn't allow himself to be scared. There was a bitterness burning in his soul that kept the shivering ragged warlock alive, a bitterness that would not cease, but instead, consume him if he was not careful.
A pile of wet sticks lay in front of the young wizard. He stood over them, shivering, his hands held out palms facing them. "Fire." , nothing. "Light!" , still nothing, "Burn!". A pathetic pile of timber still laid before him, as if mocking his feeble attempts to set it ablaze. The wizard lowered his useless hand and kicked the pile out of spite, scattering wood across the sodden earth. Illenial sulked back to the tree, his only source of cover, and plopped down on the same sodden earth he shared with the twigs. He pulled the hood to his cape over his head and laid his head on his knees...