August 18, 2004


  • I am a mage of great power, a groundbreaker in the telekinetic school of magic. I had just completed my final test to show this, when I man in a white rode greeted me.


    “Come on in, then. We’re feeling anxious to speak with you,” came the voice of the white robed man. We started walking back, “My name is Raigon, by the way: Omega level summoner.”


    I followed him out of the square via a smaller door on the other side, and we proceeded into what seemed to be a sort of council room. There was one large table in the centre of it adorned with a dozen or so people, each dressed rather uniquely.


    “Welcome,” exclaimed the man sitting at the head. “You have impressed us all, and some even think you were holding back. What is your story, boy? How did you learn to do these things?”


    I explained to him my life before this point, about my master and his goal, and how I trained all the more after he died. There seemed to be a unease at the table while I was telling it, as if there was something more to it then I knew.


    “I don’t recognise your master’s name,” he finally commented, “I suppose it is possible he was from another academy, but with the knowledge to train someone like yourself, well, it seems like we should know him.”


    I got the feeling I was being accused of something, but I didn’t get a chance to defend my story. A guard rushed into the room, out of breath.


    “Sirs, there is trouble. Please come.”


    Everyone at the table immediately rose to their feet. I followed them out of the room, when the guard turned to one mage in particular and said, “We are under attack, we need to be in front of the building now if there is any hope.”


    Almost before he finished his sentence I found myself standing in front of the academy staring at an approaching army.


    “What the hell is this?” It was really all I could think to say. “Who is fighting you? Why are they fighting you?”


    For the most part everyone ignored me as they talked amongst themselves. Finally Raigon answered me. “We’re not sure who they are. They have magic, we know that much. Whoever they are, they’ve been cloaked for days or we would have known they were coming. There has been a lot of whispers about overthrowing the current government going around recently. We didn’t think there was anything like this happening: but right now it’s out only guess.”


    I guess I didn’t know what else to do, and I didn’t really feel like fighting someone else’s war, so I lifted myself up, and made haste to the front line of the approaching force. They were uniformed, whoever they were. I let myself down and walked up to the first person I found. “Where is the leader of this force? I’m not with the school, but I seem to be in the caught middle of something.”


    As if he hadn’t noticed me up until that point, he plunged his sword at me. Expecting this, I didn’t let it happen. I split his sword into shards as it touched my cloak. “Where is he?”


    “Right here!”


    It was the voice of a woman right behind the man with the now useless sword. “I suppose you listened to what I said? What is going on here?”


    “It saddens me that you must come at us with lies. Though I suppose it only fits. Ah well, so be it. My name, stranger, is foltica. I have come to seek revenge. My family was killed: assassinated by this academy. I have come to hold them to their own laws. They must die!”


    “I see. I don’t know anything about how your parents died, or if it was the academy who killed them, but I do know one thing: even one of those people by that door, all by themselves, could halt this whole army. This battle is not winnable. Turn back now, kill the headmaster while he sleeps if you want revenge. End this foolishness.”


    She spit in my face: the guard for which I had unfortunately let down. “I cannot believe how you would dishonour yourself with such suggestions. This may be the type of thing you do here, but it would make me no better then you. And what makes you so sure we cannot win this fight? Not all forces march.”


    “Very well.” So I went back over to the door, where my testers were still looking on, unsure of what to do.


    “What did they say to you, then?”


    “Apparently this army is led by a girl whose family was assassinated by this academy. Personally, I have no reason to disbelieve her. If you don’t mind giving me my cert, I’ll be going.”


     


    Will our hero leave the action? Did the academy actually kill this girls family? Will that summoner who I took the time to introduce actually play a decent role in the story? Tune in next time to find out!

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