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That is chapter I. Read it if you haven't.
Chapter II: The Greatest Magician ever... Andrius?
The countryside was thick with fog, the sun yet to rise. Horse hooves splashed into the dewy grass, tearing land at speeds of at least 30 miles per hour. Men are seen in pure red robes apart from a smaller looking teenager in a purple cloak. The dense fog obscured the upcoming semi-castle ahead of them. The man in the front flicked his finger towards the ground, a signal for his comrades to slow down. They complied with his order, and they made it to the gate of the dank, stony exterior of the "castle." The man in the front pushed his palm out towards the gate, and it crumbled open into dust.
"Here we are!" The man in front, whose name was Acrux said. Andrius was hesitant, and Acrux could notice this.
"Oh don't worry Andrius, this is your new home," Acrux stated sternly.
Andrius loosened up a bit, and noticed that the atrium of the "castle" looked welcoming. As they walked into the huge room, Acrux flicked a wrist over to the gate, and it's molecular structure reformed, turning into a normal gate once again. Andrius was amazed by that move Acrux could consider basic.
"How did you do that?" Andrius questioned, amazed.
"Magic," Acrux smiled in response.
Andrius was excited to enter into the welcoming atrium. Archaic language lined the top part of the walls, and it had a gringl' (autumn in this world) color scheme. Paintings that were god-level art took up most of the space. The bottom of the wall had small cave wall style paintings on them, some of a few men attacking some deformed beast, others of a man sitting on a throne. Andrius just noticed that the chairs in the atrium were thrones when he looked at it.
Acrux watched Andrius' amazed expression, and a warm smile spread across his face.
The twisted marble staircase that lead up to the middle of the castle made a noise. Footsteps were walking ever so slowly down the steps. Suddenly everyone bowed, and Andrius followed, not wanting to cause any trouble. A man with a thick black and dark red beard walked down. His massive flourishing white robes fringed with gold lightening up the whole room.
Acrux spoke up. "Oh great Sianar, what brings you here after two weeks?"
Andrius kept his head down, and the man spoke up in a very testosterone filled baritone voice.
"I've heard word of the great Andrius, why else would I come down after two weeks?"
The great Andrius? Andrius thought about this head both happy and filled with inquisition.
"E..excuse me. Sianar, who are y..you and why am I... great?" Andrius said weakly.
Acrux butted in.
"This is Sianar, he is one of the oldest living beings and most likely the greatest Magician of all time. Sianar is a Lord in all fields of Magic. He is also a master in swordsman and tactical Magic."
"But a swordsman isn't a magician, or a tactician?" Andrius said, a really question hungry expression across his face.
"Andrius, ever wondered why a swordsman is so good with swords? Due to him putting his life to studying sword-lore, a magical bond connects with him and he eventaully becomes a sword magician, someone who is able to use swords much greater than you or I could. The same applies to a tactician. Someone who studies countless hours has a mental magical bond with themselves and is able to apply their heads into strategies far better than anyone could." Acrux informed Andrius.
"One other thing, how is Sianar able to be master in all of these things? It takes a lifetime to learn just one and master it!?" Andrius said, wondering how Sianar could know so much.
"Andrius," Acrux paused, "Sianar has been able to live for thousands of years due to his magical abilities. He's more gifted then any other magician apart from possibly... you."
"ME!? I'm a boy without any true blood family and only a basic understanding of Magic!" Andrius yelled angrily, thinking that they were tricking him into thinking he was actually going to make a difference in the cruel world.
Sianar stepped in. "But that is where you are wrong. I am related to your now dead mother, I am her ancient uncle.
Andrius was baffled. He didn't know what to say. He was supposedly related to the greatest magician and was to become one of the greatest magicians.
The countryside was thick with fog, the sun yet to rise. Horse hooves splashed into the dewy grass, tearing land at speeds of at least 30 miles per hour. Men are seen in pure red robes apart from a smaller looking teenager in a purple cloak. The dense fog obscured the upcoming semi-castle ahead of them. The man in the front flicked his finger towards the ground, a signal for his comrades to slow down. They complied with his order, and they made it to the gate of the dank, stony exterior of the "castle." The man in the front pushed his palm out towards the gate, and it crumbled open into dust.
"Here we are!" The man in front, whose name was Acrux said. Andrius was hesitant, and Acrux could notice this.
"Oh don't worry Andrius, this is your new home," Acrux stated sternly.
Andrius loosened up a bit, and noticed that the atrium of the "castle" looked welcoming. As they walked into the huge room, Acrux flicked a wrist over to the gate, and it's molecular structure reformed, turning into a normal gate once again. Andrius was amazed by that move Acrux could consider basic.
"How did you do that?" Andrius questioned, amazed.
"Magic," Acrux smiled in response.
Andrius was excited to enter into the welcoming atrium. Archaic language lined the top part of the walls, and it had a gringl' (autumn in this world) color scheme. Paintings that were god-level art took up most of the space. The bottom of the wall had small cave wall style paintings on them, some of a few men attacking some deformed beast, others of a man sitting on a throne. Andrius just noticed that the chairs in the atrium were thrones when he looked at it.
Acrux watched Andrius' amazed expression, and a warm smile spread across his face.
The twisted marble staircase that lead up to the middle of the castle made a noise. Footsteps were walking ever so slowly down the steps. Suddenly everyone bowed, and Andrius followed, not wanting to cause any trouble. A man with a thick black and dark red beard walked down. His massive flourishing white robes fringed with gold lightening up the whole room.
Acrux spoke up. "Oh great Sianar, what brings you here after two weeks?"
Andrius kept his head down, and the man spoke up in a very testosterone filled baritone voice.
"I've heard word of the great Andrius, why else would I come down after two weeks?"
The great Andrius? Andrius thought about this head both happy and filled with inquisition.
"E..excuse me. Sianar, who are y..you and why am I... great?" Andrius said weakly.
Acrux butted in.
"This is Sianar, he is one of the oldest living beings and most likely the greatest Magician of all time. Sianar is a Lord in all fields of Magic. He is also a master in swordsman and tactical Magic."
"But a swordsman isn't a magician, or a tactician?" Andrius said, a really question hungry expression across his face.
"Andrius, ever wondered why a swordsman is so good with swords? Due to him putting his life to studying sword-lore, a magical bond connects with him and he eventaully becomes a sword magician, someone who is able to use swords much greater than you or I could. The same applies to a tactician. Someone who studies countless hours has a mental magical bond with themselves and is able to apply their heads into strategies far better than anyone could." Acrux informed Andrius.
"One other thing, how is Sianar able to be master in all of these things? It takes a lifetime to learn just one and master it!?" Andrius said, wondering how Sianar could know so much.
"Andrius," Acrux paused, "Sianar has been able to live for thousands of years due to his magical abilities. He's more gifted then any other magician apart from possibly... you."
"ME!? I'm a boy without any true blood family and only a basic understanding of Magic!" Andrius yelled angrily, thinking that they were tricking him into thinking he was actually going to make a difference in the cruel world.
Sianar stepped in. "But that is where you are wrong. I am related to your now dead mother, I am her ancient uncle.
Andrius was baffled. He didn't know what to say. He was supposedly related to the greatest magician and was to become one of the greatest magicians.
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