Chapter 1
Ayra grinned with childish excitement at the small
creature she had weaved with her magic, one that looked like an elongated
lizard with wings. She reached her hands towards it and as her hands came to
close on the small beast, it let out a small screech and grabbed onto one
Ayra's fingers, starting to nibble at it like a cub in need of food. Its wings
calmed their fluttering and a pair of pearl eyes stared at the mage's soothing
smile.
"Shhh, little one. It will be over soon" she
whispered into her palms as she started unraveling the weave that made up the
critter. She watched as, string after string, it disappeared, loosening its
grip on her finger, and letting out a pathetic squeal as the last figment of
magic was destroyed.
The classroom remained silent as Ayra turned to face her
fellow magi and from the back of the class, the Master's eyes looked at her in
a way that did not love nor condemn her actions. Master Tanakos reached towards
his cane, his hand trembling so hard it seemed like an eternity would pass
before the two would meet; Ayra wondered whether or not his cane would be this
patient were it not made from wood.
Master Tanakos, arguably the most powerful archmage in
the kingdom, was an old man, one that could barely speak without giving the
impression that he was about to, by mistake, give his last breath between the
words. His skin was stained by time, as if life herself had spat on him,
envious of his stubbornness, and his body has hunched over, curled as if trying
to trap his spirit, never allowing it to escape. Ayra was sure that the old
mage was just, out of spite, continuously trying to outlive his apprentices.
As he finally retrieved his cane and pushed into it to
get up from his chair, the trembling from his hand extended through his whole
body, in such a way that it seemed an inhumane effort was required for that
action. Maybe, at his age, it really was.
"Dear miss Lott has successfully demonstrated us
that magic can indeed be weaved into giving form to creatures, yet she has not
answered my questions: Is there life? Is there spirit?"
"No, there isn't," the apprentice quickly
replied. "If it were, it would have fought back when I started to unravel
it or it would have fled."
"Do we fight, do we flee when we start unraveling,
dear Ayra? Or do we just squeal our last sound into this world before returning
to our creator?
The class along with her remained silent, expecting for
the Master to continue. They watched as he made his way towards the girl and
reached a skeleton hand towards her asking for support.
"Even more so, how can we tell apart a well-weaved
spell from the original itself?" he asked, the trembling hand stopping
into the young girl's hand, a trembling smiling spreading across his chapped
lips, his trembling walk coming to a stop.
"Ayra Lott, with all due respect to your mastery of
spellweaving, I'd very much expect you to arrive in original form at my
courses, young lady" he said as he removed his stretched hand, pulling a
very visible and now glowing string from the fake Ayra, starting to unravel the
creation.
"I'd come myself, Master Tanakos, but I'd have to
get out of bed," Ayra giggled, her attention dropping towards her
disappearing member.
"If I can get out of bed, you can too, miss
Lott."
"Fair point. Might I borrow your cane next time.
That seems to help."
A growl of giggles spread across the classroom and in a
good mood, the Master cracked his smile further up his face before yanking the
thread and making the image of Ayra Lott disappear.
Ayra cut the connection to her double, waiting a couple
of moments before laying her head back into the comfortable pillows. As much as
she loved to play around, the double had took an immense amount of energy to
create, even much more to control and now the fun was bolting its toll on her.
At 23 years of age, she'd become an accomplished
archmage, yet she was still in her apprenticehood with Master Tanakos. It was
an annoying little subject which had bugged her since her arrival at the
Academy. The better she became, the more demanding and numerous Tanakos' tests
became as well.
She let out a long sigh before stretching her body,
trying to push away the numbness that gripped her muscles and her mouth opened
to make way to a jaw-breaking yawn. The momentary lapse in her hearing did not
do her heart any good, did not warn her of the urgent steps that drew closer to
her chambers. The door flung open, smashing into the wall behind, prompting
several tomes to collapse from their shelves.
Ayra flinched, and in a pathetic attempt to defend
herself from whatever had stormed into her room, stretched her arm in front of
her, prepared to let loose a burst of energy towards the invading force. Her
hand snapped back, and with a dull "slap", positioned itself on her
face.
"I just had enough of you! You and your equally
idiotic companion here!" Master Yuko's voice boomed.
Between fingers and the tears that filled her eyes as the
burn from the slap increased in intensity, she could make out the silhouette of
the mage that had barged in, holding Kress al'Mai, her "equally idiotic
companion", by his collar.
"If I catch any of you sneaking through the
basement, I will turn you into fertilizer. Am I clear?!"
She didn't wait for an answer, turned on her heels,
released Kress' collar and marched out, the door closing behind her. Another row
of books shot towards the floor. Kress jumped towards the nearest wall seeing
himself free and, most importantly, alive. It took them several moments to
process the encounter before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.
"Did you get it?" the girl asked between
chuckles as she untangled from the sheets and rolled out of bed.
Kress brought his bag on the table and started rummaging
through it. Not before long, he produced a small, blue crystal from within and
a sly smile sketched on his thin lips. Ayra leaned over the table and in a
quick motion, snatched the crystal out of Kress fingers, cradling it at her
chest.
"Hey! What about our deal?"
"It still stands, Kress. You'll have it by
tomorrow,"
"You don't have it? You thought I couldn't pull it
off?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest, hurt that she wouldn't
trust him enough.
"Truth be told, no. But you get extra points for
surviving Master Yuko," she chuckled. She slipped the crystal into a tiny
box on her desk and turned to Kress. "How about a celebratory lunch for
now?"
The growl erupting from Kress' stomach answered her
question before him.
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Through the day, Ayra barely held herself to her duties
as curiosity swelled underneath her skin like an untamed beast, making her more
and more impatient to return to her room. The crystal Kress had brought her was
ancient, that was for sure. What was more perplexing to her was that small
artefact had been protected by spells woven by Master Tanakos himself. It took
her and Kress a full year to succeed in unraveling them and, looking back, she
was impressed that they had done it without losing an arm or succumbing to a
"blood-boiling-face-turns-to-mush" type of curse.
After conjuring a solid lie about needing to finish
weaving a spell for Tanakos and presenting it with passion to Kress, she
abandoned her friend in favor of satisfying her curiosity. She crossed the main
garden, trying to keep her pace steady and not draw attention to her, made a
quick turn on the corridor leading to the common room, and slipped towards the
dormitories like a shadow. A very sneaky shadow, she thought.
When she finally closed the door of her room behind her,
Ayra let out a relieved sigh and turned her attention to the small box on her
desk. A step foward from the mage made several candles spring to life, small
flames erupting and then settling in a flinching dance that fabricated pleasant
shadows on her walls. Another step made the chair from the desk trail back
enough to make room for an occupant. Finally, a third step brought Ayra in
front of her desk, in front of her precious box.
"Now...Let's see what's it with this tiny piece of
crystal, shall we, dear miss Lott?" she voiced, clumsly trying to imitate
Master Tanakos way of calling her.
She opened the box, carefully placing her fingers over
the crystal, inspecting the sharp edges that glowed a soft blue. The crystal
was otherwise smooth, slightly warm to the touch. She cleared her throat
preparing to weave a spell over it.
And for the first time since she had first conjured a figment
of magic, she regretted it.
The crystal shattered under her palm, splinters shooting
through her hand, some lodging themselves in her flesh, others richoceting off the walls and smashing into anything in their path.
The shock made her jump up and stumble backwards, falling
over with her chair. Pain followed soon after her body made contact with the
hard wooden floor, pain unlike anything she had felt before. It blasted through
every fiber of her being, slithering towards the back of her neck and then
pulsating into her skull like a battering ram trying to smash through the gates of her mind. She felt her mouth open and the air leave her lungs, but couldn't
hear anything.
"Wait it out. Wait it out. Wait it out" she
chanted, shutting her eyes as her body starting convulsing under the agony.
"Don't be afraid."
It was then that her horror peaked. The moment when she
heard words in her mind that were not thought by her. Her fortress was almost
done for. Her mind was reaching towards the sweet thought of surrender. Her
body implored for it.
"I'm not going to hurt you, cub of man." The
voice called out again, this time softer, comforting. Every word spoken to her
by whatever entity she had wrouth loose, wrapped around her mind.
"You are hurting me. Let me go!" she pushed
through trying to fight herself out of the mess.
The entity stopped trying to poke at her mind, allowing
Ayra to regain some sort of control over her body, allowing it to rest
motionless on the floor. Her hearing was the second thing that came back to her
and that was the second thing she deeply regretted that night. Her Wailer had
released, filling the Academy with a ear-piercing scream, notifying everyone
that she was in danger.
"I am sorry," the voice creeped back into her
thoughts.
"What... Who are you?"
"Sik,"
"Sik, can you let me go now?"
A pair of eyes appeared over her, blinking curiously at
her features. No head. Just eyes. Eyes that seemed to be made out of lightning.
The Wailer continued to wreak havoc on her ears, but as
sounds of steps made themselves heard, another feeling started crawling through
the mage's body. A darker one, a numbning one. The door, once again that day, flung
open. A new pair of eyes made their way into her field of view. This pair was
human. The snapped back and forth in their sockets. Deep sockets.
"Ayra, stay awake, my dear," Tanakos pleaded as
he kneeled next to her. Somewhere above him, two blue electric eyes blinked. “Falsey,
silence that Wailer! Yuko, get the students out of here!” the old man barked
with power.
She directed her attention to her Master and slowly guilt
gripped at her heart. The old man's face, despite the mask of concentration
brought by his weaving, betrayed something she never thought could mark the
mage - fear.
With that in mind, Ayra allowed that numbness to take
over.
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