Children's Vendetta [Marax Trial]

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Per usual one could find the boy in his chambers, his head lodged in the spines of books, eyes cutting through the pieces of paper, and his mind solely focused on what was really possible in the magic kingdom. His eyes had read much, but his body hadn’t taken to the streets often, he hadn't felt the presence of what this place truly has to offer him in what could happen. Tapping the bottom of the book on his desk, his eyes would roll to his window sill staring at the daylight creak through the curtains casting way more of the shadows in his room. He felt he was too young being cooped up in his chambers at the academy, but the only two places right now for him were his studies, and classes, and preparation for the Exam. He might’ve had just a tad more than two things he felt worrisome about, but that  feeling became sour more than ever. This was all he could occupy himself with, but neither his parents or uncles/aunties were here so he made due with his books.

Lukxiel had started to collect the already read books, and magic formulas  he had gotten a few weeks back out of the library. His chambers are about three or four corridors down and right around the way to the library, so this stroll took him about five minutes, and he enjoyed lining up this timing perfectly. After the matters of walking over, he didn’t care much about being stopped once he was inside the library. It was always almost a calming serenity. His nerves felt on end at all the books, but at the same time he disliked the yearning eyes of the other students who saw the small child poking, and protting around. Getting in a fresh look after walking through the door, Lukxiel made it straight to the librarian's desk.  

Librarian Prof.: “Ahh Young Magus, returning a few books. Please leave it here.”

Lukx: “ Yes, just these few i’ve gotten a couple weeks back! Thank you Professor.”

Dropping the books down on the table, and waving goodbye after speaking to the professor on duty. He made his way down the hall, and towards the corridors once more to take his five minute stroll back to his chambers. Steady, and Fast. The time flew by in mere seconds to him, but it was exactly the amount he always counted, and watched his watch til. Stepping back into his bedroom, and closing the wooden door behind him. A medium, rusty creak coming from its hinges as it hissed close made the child’s spine shiver. Looking over his room, he walks towards his weapons, and glosses his hands across ‘Scarsong’, and ‘Giuseppe’.

Lukx: “ Lemme wipe y’all down. I know the dust in here doesn’t do y’alls blades justice. Cmere Guys. ”


Lukxiel grabbing both of them, scar in his left hand, and the sheather/hoslter of giuseppe in his right. As always he sits at his desk, now with his weapons layed down upon it, and a cleaning rag he picked up as he sat down. Waving his hand over the golden trails of Scarsong, he’d start humming as his eyes glowed brighter than the minty teal color in his eye already was. A light, but dark tone projected behind his lips as if his mouth wasn’t closed to hum already. The child just continued with the hymn, and cleaned his weapon.

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The dark hushed tone aburptly came to a stop. His song resonated to the top of his chambers before funneling out by the sudden drop of a book. Lukxiel, clicked his tongue and snapped his eyes over to the far side of his room, his teal peekers squinting at this goldish, tarnished, and runic book. The feeling it emitted. A call it beckoned. Words just unspoken, but just right on the tip of his tongue, a twisted smile ripping across his pale skin. “ Scarry, Scarry, Big Scarrrrr. Weaved It In Gold… So Vigilant, He Made In My Homeeee…Ouuuu, Scarr. Weaved It In Gold, He Is So Icy, So Toneeeedddd~” Lukx would Sing. He sang his hymn to his blade, the rukh dancing to his vocal chords as they reached into the air and resonated along the bedroom walls. The teal in his eyes lost its color growing duller, and his skin would crawl as if something was releasing, and breaking through it.

“What is they desire?”

He had left his weapon he sang so loudly about, and found himself at his bookshelf. The eerie feeling, the cluttering of rukh, and his sensitivity to the natural phenomenon called out to him. Just before he would fully reach for the book, and hear those fated words, his magoi surged, and shined his Ombre State. It felt as if the rukh told him in that instance to emerge himself. Lukxiel’s translucent body chilled, and froze the ground beneath him with a burning blinding light, but it would be no harm it was a comforting kind of siphoning heat. Behind his dulled eyes he saw magic clearly, for its natural purpose, he saw the book and saw its clear magical premise. ‘What I Desire. A book of mysterious tomes? A book of childhood stories? A book of Untold riches? A book.. Well, I’ll see exactly what book this is.’ Shining his light ever so bright  holding the book in his right hand, and channeling his shining light to trace the creation of the book, to look towards, forwards… but truly BACKWARDS into a few glimpses of its past.

Lukxiel: “ I have what I desire. The academy. I will speak simple as your past speaks to me through our minds. I am Lukxiel Poppi-Axca, 2nd Generation Sunseer Seraphim. I shall bring true understanding to my people. I wish for a brother, or sister, or just a younger sibling who’s able to share this experience. I want to gather information from the City Of Magic to better prepare future me’s, or those like me. I have stepped forth in my journey, and I believe I’m on my path. Your being is a fascinating one, Mister Book, but the nightmares of your past are my past, that is the curse of the next generations from the offspring of the First Generation. I don’t desire it, I know. I see, but I will always feel. It’s what you desire, that I feel from your distant, and long past, but that’s only glimpses. The City Of Magic, will help me see through the troubled nightmarish past, and get the broader horizon. Or are you, Book. Oh so troubled, Mister Book to show me a newer horizon over the cliff of forsaken past? ”

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Luxkiel attempt to infiltrate the book's past with  all his words, and his energy to be done in. Getting him nowhere closer to a start on where this book might’ve come from, overall making the child feel it was pointless to declare his wants to proudly. Lukx, so used to being able to dig into people’s or items background from just a single touch, was something he was trying to better himself at, but for this one backfire it felt all too crushing. A sour pucker took over his lips as his Ombre state change  reverted his chilling moonlit skin back to its original blood, and bones. The boy released heavy signs, and smacked on his teeth releasing a cold, long stream of icy breath from his chilled lips. “ Pfft~..”

"If you seek my secrets, you must find my key. It is locked in the Chancellor's Office. Open me and I shall grant you your desire.”

“Pfft… the chancellor.. Agh… the chancellor… Pfft” Luxkiel mumbled under his breath, after what seemed to be a woman’s voice coming from the book’s gem. He had glossed over it for some seconds, but it seemed that was all he was told to go do. With puckered lips, and just a large keyless book the boy felt way too in over his head. He hadn’t even met the chancellor, but to seek his audience before even becoming Kodor 2 was just too far fetched for him. Maybe he could get some good faith out of this, but with a tug on his collar and swipe of his arm across his forehead he tried to calm himself. Moving with the book underneath his left arm, and grabbing Scarsong in his right, Lukxiel would exit his room heading towards the Chancellor’s Office.


The academy was big, but to find the office of the head magus wasn’t. Lukxiel had only known the way there, he had not seen the office door, or even gone close enough to the hallway it sat in. A cold lump of anxiety sat in his throat. His hands grew clampy. All in all, the boy was excited, and truly scared at what he would find as he walked higher, and further into the academy than he ever has. ‘ Why must I go visit the Chancellor. What does this book think of me to do such a thing? Would the chancellor take my possession when I ask if he has a key? Would I get expelled for something like this? This.. This is surely something the professors would discuss if they had the chance, but I now doubt they would even get to lay their eyes upon this book if the head magus got it.’ Lukxiel thoughts raced, and only raced this hard because he did not want to lose a new important item. Maybe he felt the loss of this item would hurt as he wasn’t able to see into its past, but if he could get into the office with the chancellor and get it open to do so he wouldn’t mind losing the overall item. It just all felt so uncertain to the boy, that when he came upon the corridor hall leading to the office, he noticed the guards on duty.

“ Afternoon fellow mages. May I request an audience with the chancellor. I’ve gotten a book here on foreign magic formulas, and spells from my homeland, Merridia. And I wanted to know if I could request to add it to our library. If you can relay this information for me please. ”

Lukxiel gave his reason to one of the guards, and waited to see their reply. Hopefully the Chancellor would have time to hear such trivial matters on this day, if not he’d of course have to figure out another way. For now this was his first attempt at entry, but he was doubtful they wouldn’t listen to a Kodor 3 student, and his request.

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The weight of the book felt firm, and strong like an ox in the boy's clutches, but the stares of the two guards felt stronger like an apex predator looking down at its food. One elderly, and one young and angry looked at him. Staring right back at them, he stood in doubt, and now a creeping, spineless, shapeless fear rose from his knees to his chest as the book had simply vanished just as its words did in his chambers on the Kodor 3 halls. Still, the boy’s eyes held his confidence while also holding fear itself now. The Elderly Guard spoke: "You feeling alright, lad?" Luxkiel only nodded his head in agreement, his words felt too heavy, and ill to fall out his mouth right now. His mouth unusable at this second, only his eyes moved upward as his chin tilted to meet the towering right guard. The Youger Firebrand Guard spoke: “This better not be some kind of a prank. Show me your Kodor medal and tell me the name of your primary professor.” Luxkiel, throat had dropped back, and his hands scrambled across his body, almost even knocking his weapon from its latch along his back. “um.. Um.. um.. ” murmured from the corners of his lips as he got his badge from inside his altered robed/suit uniform. The angry mans tone flustered him, but he replied.”Kodor 3, Primary Professor (random name said) focused on basic academy knowledge, and the city of magics infrastructure.. Guard Sir!”

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With his identification, and professor for his classes being verified by one, The elderly guard butted in to ease back the hot shot, very sour, very dickishly expressed guard to his own interpretation of the kid.  The Elderly Guard spoke once more: “ Now, lad. Did you rush over here in your excitement and simply forgot to bring the book? ” Luxkiel excitement from a few seconds earlier had shied down to that of a child walking a tight robe before receiving a scolding, that the voice of the grandfatherly man soften his tension. Furthermore The Elderly Guard said: “"If you really do possess such a book, I'm sure you can speak to the Head Librarian about your addition to Merlin's Library. But I'll be sure to let the Chancellor know if it is added. I'm sure he'll be the first to reserve a copy.” And with this statement from the left guard, the boy's mind flashed the scenes of eariler in his head rapidly, playing back, and fueling his fire to rise up in the face of fear with confidence, and vervato. Even so the fire turned to a flame as the old man touched the top of his head, one of his dislikes causing his pale skin to blister red along his cheeks. Lukxiel varvato, and disdain slightly surfaced as he spoke. “Please do not touch me, Elderly-Nii.” Stepping back from the two. “ I haven’t any other cause than to present a book to the chancellor that even, I know the Head Librarian would’ve presented to him as well once made a discovery of it. ” His words carrying a fiery, soft, and rosy sound that only a child could make to their ears.

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His words of fiery passion would go to the Elderly Guard. His next set was in accordance with the reply to the Youger’s Guard, but only after he spoke. The Youger Firebrand Guard spoke brazenly , and in disgust: “ As if there were any formula of importance coming out of some backwater fledgling nation run by goi. Just look, this brat is only a 3rd Kodor! If he still isn't a second at this age then he'll never amount to much. “ His words made Lukxiel head turn down and face the ground only out of respect to not lock eyes with the guard, and openly disrespect him. “ That goi run nation, has my full-fledged nobleman of not one, not two, but of three Nations! My! Magician! Of! A! Father! That is stronger, wiser,  and much more honorable of a man than you in it. This is how you speak to children? No older than just Six years of age at that, you grown angry man. Haha.You are far less of a magician than me, and even my father alone. To us you would be more goi-less, than any for just how you speak to others. Goi-Gut-less is what we would call you.” For Lukxiel just being six years old, and having a teens body his mind was just as sharp as any other as he loves spending time reading and memorizing books, or more so one could say he was memorizing, reliving, retailing  and reconstructing books in his mind, and in the world.

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Hopefully his quantity of words wouldn’t penalize him, but for speaking with such earnesty, and varvato while also standing in front of the chancellor office, the boy knew he would receive prompt, and swift treatment once all parties ended words here. For now, his eyes meet with the right guard, and then over to the left studying the elderly guard who had touched him. The smile of the elderly guard would throw him for he wouldn’t know if it was for funsies, or for other reasons, but the only reason he felt spooked was when, The Elderly Guard spoke again: “No, I think this lad has great potential yet.” His tone made Lukxiel shake like a struck bronze bell. The whole mood shift from the left side of the hall felt like a new horizon was entering the evening stage, as the guard voice seemed sterner, and with more humped. The Elderly Guard said: “...Assuming of course, that the book you mentioned is real.” the ending in which now, Lukxiel would need very much to produce evidence. In which the young boy believed now, more than ever he could do even if it wasn’t real, even if it wasn’t fake. The boy took a few more steps back, his back against the wall opposite of the door between the two guards.

“ As I am commanded, I shall show you what I have misplaced. You on the right pay attention closely~.” A sly fox grin was all that was left on the boy’s mouth, as his birthmark appeared promptly, and his teal eyes grew coldly, but bright with magic. Sunweaver. That's it, he’s a sunbringer, so why not sun weave as well. His memories, his sensation of touch, his breathe that hit the gem, his gaze that looked over the book once all came together, and his magoi poured into his fingertips, his cells on the brim of his palms, and then in front of the two guards. Ghastly Flames of Sunseer Magic, erupted from his palms and flowed into tendrils weaving in, and out each other reconstructing the very book the women had felt herself in, the same very book he had felt himself drawn to, the very book these guards wished to see. “ Ask, and Receive. Past, but do not heed. Future, but do not leave. ” Sort of cryptic saying to the two, but to him time was timeless as crafting this book held him in suspense, but at the same time it did not. In only seconds? A few minutes? No, It was done in a flash. And  to others besides, Luxkiel it was done in all stances of time. With the physical or non-physical book gone. Recreating a sun-woven copy was easy, he needed only a memory of a memory, a glance upon a glance, a touch upon a million touches.

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“ Without further ado. Here is the gemstone book that is locked away only able to be freed by answers I might find with the chancellor. ” Lukxiel would say with a soft sigh. His pale skin returning, and his birthmark echting back into the same icy color of his normal skin. Now he waited to see the two reactions to his magic even though he’s just a Kodor 3, from a Goi ran Nation.

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[The Next Day: First Class]