softbois

The bond between SpellShield and Mage is special, I had been told. This order that trained me to guard a mage with everything I had instructed me from youth that this bond is everything to us. Yet I did not predict what it would be like to finally meet him- my charge. He was older than me- by a year or two, but decidedly less experienced. We had both been training in the citadel since we were children, but the SpellShields are not want to stay put. Mages read. We fight. His face was soft like the first snow, and nearly as pale. Thin, wispy blonde hair and a small frame. At least six inches shorter than me, and half my weight. "This is Tobias, your charge," I was told by my captain. "Do you accept your role as his guardian, his wall, his champion?" I stared the small man in his soft eyes. He looked away. I nodded, and saw my captain pull a bottle from his pouch, and pop the cork. "I do." A faint blue elixir was poured onto my palm, and I