Jon glared at Derrick in disgust. The man was clearly deranged. If it weren't for the fact he needed all the allies he could get...
"This pointless bickering is helping no one. I am a Magister Prince - and by right should be the Magister - but seeing what the others have done, seeing the betrayal of my father... I will not be a part of it any longer. The Magisters are corrupted by greed for power, position, and gold. We were protectors of the people, but now they fear us," said Jon.
"They should be afraid of us. We can kill an entire legion of soldiers as though they were nothing. Nothing besides another Magister can defeat us," said Derrick.
Jon countered, "They should fear our powers, yes, but not us as people. I nearly died today fighting against an onslaught of soldiers. We are not all powerful, not even you. Gwendolyn overcame your power Derrick. You said it yourself, she is but a rogue mage. And yet, she made you look like a mere apprentice."
"Take that back!" roared Derrick as he attempted to grab Jon in his magic again. Jon sent a bolt of lightning into him, knocking him unconscious.
"He'll be fine in a few hours," said Jon, gesturing to Derrick before kneeling next to Gwendolyn and saying, "It's alright now. I guess we just don't know the true extent of your magic. There is nothing to be ashamed of, Gwendolyn." She slowly got to her feet and wiped the tears from her face.
Jon turned back to the group and said, "What is a "Magister?" It is only a title, just as "rogue mage" is. I am no longer a Magister Prince. I am just Jonathon Pelastor."