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Zakerin didnt know what to think. Somehow, he managed to get to his room without stumbling. The school had provided rooms for the less privileged, and it was easier to study... to prepare....
He slammed his forehead against the wall to stop the tears that were fast approaching.
I wish I had my Ipod.... the thought crossed his mind. He stopped, and had a weird face.
"What in the world is an Ipod...?" he wondered out loud, distracted. He didnt have time to dwell on it. He needed to pack.
He pulled out a duffel with a minor storage enchant. A set of robes, his text books and revision notes, his potions set up, and various other things a student of magic would be expected to have, and his most prized possession (especially considering its price...) an Obsidian ring. Obsidian was rare due to the ancient peoples considering it a tool of Dark Magic- something that was stamped out in usual circumstances. In fact, the only one that wasnt was the Darkrian- mostly due to the large backlash that occurred when they attempted it on his ancestors. It incinerated roughly a 10 mile radius every time, and the only survivor was the possessor.
A knock sounded from his door.
"It's open." he called out distracted.
His door opened to reveal his professor and a woman that looked about 20 years old.
"Apologies Zakerin, but it seems your master was changed at the last minute- we just received word he was incinerated by a Drakon Ballast." Styxx said. "This is Guardian Terika, your new Master."
The woman, Terika, looked at him like she was sizing him up for a coffin... or an ash bottle.
"Nice to meet you...?" Zakerin said, shouldering his duffel.
Terika was silent, and just kept staring at him.
Styxx cleared his throat. "Zakerin, Terika is a Freelance operative... Meaning that you will be too unless you sign on with a guild. Im sorry, I have to leave..." he nodded to them both and left.
Zakerin went back to packing his things, they needed to be together for when they were sent back to his house..
"You're taking this awful well for someone who studied for Weaver status." Terika said after a few minutes.
"There's no point in crying, or in wondering what if." Zakerin said, grunting as he lifted his charm collection. "And while it was shocking, I cant say it wasnt expected."
He said nothing to expound on his statement, and Terika quietly watched him pack.
"You seem... skilled at this." she noted.
"It comes from having to take care of a house by myself for most of my life." he said, being purposefully short. The faster he was done, the better.
"I read your file." she said after another pause.
"So?" The worst thing he'd ever done is oversleep, or sleep in a class.
"Son of two Guardians wanting to be a weaver, descendants of the Mage King no less."
"If you'd read a bit further, you'd know that the blood is so thin, its almost non-existent."
"Yet you possess his Eye."
He felt a chill at that. Most people assumed he'd had an accident, or was malformed in some way. Not even Styxx knew what she had just said.
"Who... are you?" he said, his belongings forgotten.
"I can be known by many names, but in the end I am Terika, your teacher."
She looked directly into his eye.
"I am also the current successor to the Main Branch of the Mage King's family."
 Azzy Rael · Fri Apr 09, 2010 @ 04:22am · 0 Comments |
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