Darkness presided over the Plains of Magnostadt, casting a dismal taste in the air. The black void that hovered above the land had swallowed the moon and all the stars, smothering their luminous allure that was able to guide travelers along their journey. The tall grass swayed and danced to the eastern breeze, singing soothing melodies that carried like a mother's lullaby. The night was pleasant to a certain blue magician who had been walking the Plains for days. He had been searching for his magic instructor, but had been unable to locate him. He knew his instructor enjoyed traveling the Plains, yet the land was vast. Like the years it would take for the tides to chip away at a stone, Adrastos felt that it would take a lifetime of searching to find his teacher. There had to be a better way; a means to search for him that he had yet to think of. To the magician, finding his teacher was crucial to getting stronger, to learn more subjects. Maybe, he'd learn a new magic type.
Adrastos Thanatos thought back to a few days ago, back to when he was still in Reim, back to when he accepted a training summons issued by Azix Niraj. The summons was directed toward those who sided with the rebellion, but the blue mage went anyway. Adrastos wasn't turned away and was able to train alongside the strange orange magician and a Fanalis. Some of the knowledge he had obtained was a mere repeat of what he had already learned, but there were pieces of information which he did not know. Adrastos recalled Azix mentioning that he used light and strength magic. Out of those two, light magic seemed the most intriguing when Azix had commanded the rukh to disguise himself as an elderly man. Then there was Aengar. He too was an orange magician. The way he was able to form light constructs was absolutely stunning.
The blue mage watched as light fireflies began to emerge from their cozy little hiding spots and illuminate the area around him with their dulled yellow glow. Light truly is magnificent, he thought as he uttered a soft sigh. The man with long, silver hair closed his eyes and listened to the music of the wind and grass. light seemed to be everywhere. No matter how dark the world got, there would always be that speck of light that shined through. The same applied to light. There would always be darkness. The two could not live without each other. Adrastos wished that all light would be smothered, or would at least turn black. Black light? Is that possible? Maybe. After all, there was black rukh.
Adrastos sat up in a criss-cross form with his staff in his hands. Azix had said the Light Magic involved with light orange tinted rukh. The rukh that involved water was light blue. These rukh were unlike the ones you saw when regarding one's fate. How could someone who never experienced something possibly hope to learn something new? Instinct? I could ask the rukh... Meditate... Sighing, Adrastos placed his staff in front of him and began to meditate.
The blue magician sat silently with his eyes closed as his chest moved with every breath he took. He waited and listened for the rukh, hoping that the rukh would speak to him. However, right when Adrastos was on the verge on new knowledge, an outside force with ill intention could be heard crackling as it hurtled toward him. The blue magician, desperate to survive, rolled out of the way, grabbing his staff, and barely dodging the fatal lightning strike that would have electrocuted his heart. His silver eyes gazed toward the shadowy figure, toward the man who had attacked, and all he could do was glare at the familiar sunken face that drowned in a sea of wrinkles and wisdom.
Adrastos Thanatos thought back to a few days ago, back to when he was still in Reim, back to when he accepted a training summons issued by Azix Niraj. The summons was directed toward those who sided with the rebellion, but the blue mage went anyway. Adrastos wasn't turned away and was able to train alongside the strange orange magician and a Fanalis. Some of the knowledge he had obtained was a mere repeat of what he had already learned, but there were pieces of information which he did not know. Adrastos recalled Azix mentioning that he used light and strength magic. Out of those two, light magic seemed the most intriguing when Azix had commanded the rukh to disguise himself as an elderly man. Then there was Aengar. He too was an orange magician. The way he was able to form light constructs was absolutely stunning.
The blue mage watched as light fireflies began to emerge from their cozy little hiding spots and illuminate the area around him with their dulled yellow glow. Light truly is magnificent, he thought as he uttered a soft sigh. The man with long, silver hair closed his eyes and listened to the music of the wind and grass. light seemed to be everywhere. No matter how dark the world got, there would always be that speck of light that shined through. The same applied to light. There would always be darkness. The two could not live without each other. Adrastos wished that all light would be smothered, or would at least turn black. Black light? Is that possible? Maybe. After all, there was black rukh.
Adrastos sat up in a criss-cross form with his staff in his hands. Azix had said the Light Magic involved with light orange tinted rukh. The rukh that involved water was light blue. These rukh were unlike the ones you saw when regarding one's fate. How could someone who never experienced something possibly hope to learn something new? Instinct? I could ask the rukh... Meditate... Sighing, Adrastos placed his staff in front of him and began to meditate.
The blue magician sat silently with his eyes closed as his chest moved with every breath he took. He waited and listened for the rukh, hoping that the rukh would speak to him. However, right when Adrastos was on the verge on new knowledge, an outside force with ill intention could be heard crackling as it hurtled toward him. The blue magician, desperate to survive, rolled out of the way, grabbing his staff, and barely dodging the fatal lightning strike that would have electrocuted his heart. His silver eyes gazed toward the shadowy figure, toward the man who had attacked, and all he could do was glare at the familiar sunken face that drowned in a sea of wrinkles and wisdom.
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