Concerning Magic: Not Illusions...Nor Tricks, Which Are What Whores Do For Money

    We were at war or, rather, the enemy was.  The peaceful kingdom didn't stand a chance, especially not when dark magic was at play.  I suppose you need a little background; you see, we lived in a world that was pretty much a standard fantasy book setting.  You've got your one really powerful kingdom that had recently gone on hard times, there's an evil force that had been gathering support from the surrounding lesser kingdoms and was prepping to take the former down, and one cannot forget that, of course, magic was a real thing.

Magic.  Not to be confused with illusions...or tricks, which are what whores do for money.

   As real as magic may have been it was also a pretty rare to be good at it; everyone could do simple magic like lifting small items, basically a lazy person's dream, but there were some who were quite powerful and helped each other learn more as a group; in classic dream style I was naturally part of that group.  Surprisingly (because my dreams never allow this sort of thing), I quickly went through the ranks and became the most talented and powerful with magic; I experimented with magic quite often and even found a way to be able to fly in a controlled hover sort of way.  I wasn't a magic miser so I, of course, shared the things that I learned on my own and we turned into a sort of flying, magical team for good which would eventually come in handy when the great and evil sorcerer Magnar decided he wanted to take over absolutely everything.

Not to be confused with Magmar, no matter how similar.

    And so Magnar created a massive following of evil henchmen and even created his own primitive, magical powered robots.  He did all of this in secret and so came completely out of nowhere; it was a huge, horrible surprise for the kingdom.  The peaceful qualities of the kingdom really did nothing for them in this situation and the war was more like a hostile takeover than anything else.  The kingdom's army wasn't remotely formidable and the king would rather surrender than lose thousands of lives.  But Magnar really reveled in killing people so the kingdom lived in terror while some brave few fought back with little to no success.  Then one day a huge shadow was cast across the capital of our kingdom; above was a giant chunk of land just floating in the air.  Upon further inspection by our magical group of do-gooders, what lay on top of the chunk of land was a huge city topped with a castle that Magnar had somehow built for himself.

Like this but on a much bigger scale.  Where's Link when you need him?

    We decided that this was as good a time as any to launch a massive attack.  We split up into smaller groups and went off in different directions to wreak havoc on the general evil population; I, however, went to take on Magnar.  I flew to the castle and battled my way throughout it, but Magnar was nowhere to be found.  I took a sword from one of the expired minions and used a spell that would track strong sources of magic; as it turned out Magnar was in the back courtyard.  He was looking through a book that I recognized, anyone could have by its appearance, as a book of dark magic.  The book was dark red and had symbols carved all over it that glowed an acidic green.  Instead of doing the typical thing and talking at him, I opted to just hurl a spell at him while his nose was in the book.  He caught on fire for a second but then appeared to absorb it as he stood up and threw the book to the ground.  Then the magic battle ensued.

I wanted to use Gandalf and Saruman, but let's be honest, their fight didn't have the visual panache
that Dumbledore and Voldemort provide.  

    I wasn't familiar with Magnar's spells and could really only defend myself with my own magic since he seemed to be just absorbing my spells.  I quickly decided that going on my own was a mistake; fatigue was taking over and I just didn't know what do to until I remembered that I had a sword and we were getting quite close to each other in order to use spells that weren't ranged.  So, I stabbed him; everything was over and Magnar and I didn't even have to say a word to each other.  I magically communicated with the rest of the group the incredible victory that we had just won and they informed me that everything was under control in the rest of the floating city.
    Then the city started shaking, like in any classic video game, the the evil city was falling to pieces as soon as the evil guy in charge was dead; not really a big deal if everyone steered clear of buildings.  But then the whole ground started rocking violently as well and I hovered above it to avoid wobbling.  Horrified, I sensed the magic that held up the piece of land suddenly let go.  The ground fell away beneath me; the entire chunk of land and city and screaming people plummeted downward.  Right on top of the city I was saving below.  My horror slowed everything down; I held my hands out in a useless gesture and saw the no longer floating city tumble over and over downward until it smashed into the capital, completely engulfing it in rock and dirt.  My city was gone, mostly everyone had to be dead, and it was my fault.

My brain does not give me a break; and that's when I woke up.