In the distance the sun faded over the horizon, spreading a warm, rosy glow. As it’s last rays touched the landscape and turned the Vormus River into a golden mirror, some leaves rustled on the ground, moved by the wind. In the distance a soft, hummed melody floated through the air, and saturated its surroundings with a hint of mystery. The day faded away and the air grew cooler, a small fire was lit there, in that far off place, casting an orange glow against the darkened sky.
Zoran sneaked up to the magic school’s outer door, carefully watching the ground, as it was scattered with bones and skulls of what once could have been orcs… or men... A cold shiver ran down his spine as he thought of what would await him if he got caught. He halted for a moment, and ran his fingers through his long black hair.
“Concentrate, Zoran, concentrate.” he murmured softly. In a moment of hesitation he reached his hand into the pocket of his leather pants, to ensure his tiger summoning stones were still there.
As he reached the school’s wooden door, his fingertips sought for the door handle, which felt ice-cold when he touched it. The door opened with a hesitating creak.
He entered; his heart was beating like a drum, as he swiftly walked through the rooms, looking for whatever valuables were small and light enough to steal, and would bring him a bit of money to live from.
As he walked deeper into the Magic School, he found in one of the more central rooms a pool with 5 strange blue orbs floating above it, looking as if they were enchanted and made of precious minerals. He stepped forward into the pool, and pulled one of the orbs out of the air, putting it in his bag. Suddenly a voice interrupted him:
“What brings you here, stranger?” someone spoke, and from a shadowy corner a sorceress stepped forward, clearly unexpected, for Zoran was startled. Her gaze was piercing his thoughts when their eyes met, paralyzing him for the moment, for almost everything about her seemed to be in different shades of red; her hair, her eyes, her lips, her dress… all but her skin, that had the colour of creamy milk.
In a haze of slight panic he threw a summoning stone in the water, that bubbled for a moment. The red lady killed the tiger he had summoned as quickly as lightning with powerful harm magic, which awed Zoran with silence.
All the sudden he heard in the distance the sound of footsteps.
He noticed the sorceress was alarmed; it gave a worried expression to her face. She walked around in circles for a moment, murmuring to herself in distress, thinking.
“ Flee! Get out of here!” her voice trembled, and her hands were a bit shaky as she handed him the magical ring she had worn around her finger a moment earlier. Back on his feet and fully aware of the situation, Zoran took the ring from her hand palm, whispering a soft but charming:
“ Thank you, fair lady.”, after which he dissolved into the air with a grin on his face, the dark blue orb still packed in his bag.
Her heart was pounding so loudly at the moment the elder mages opened the door, that she could hardly discern what they said from her own heartbeat, pulsing deafening in her ears.
The lady in red stood there dazed by fear, her senses were weakened, but she clearly felt the hard blow of the Eldest Mage’s words as they sunk into her consciousness.
“Akane, your presence here is no longer wanted. Thievery is a serious crime. Because you are still young, consider yourself lucky to be treated so mildly. We have no wish seeing you here again.” he spoke severely, after which he teleported her out, and left her alone in the cold of night, before the stairs at the entrance of Palon Vertas’ magic school.
A teardrop was rolling down her cheek, in her heart the pain of being rejected and a hint of relief struggled; her body softly shivering from the shock she experienced.
She was free now, but she knew very little of the real life, life outside the magic school…
(hopefully i will have the second chapter ready soon )
please feel free to comment/correct me
Edited by Melisande, 14 April 2008 - 05:29 PM.