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Zenith of Sorcery Test Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2021-07-29 23:16:15 +0000 UTCGreetings people. The second test chapter of Zenith of Sorcery is finally here!
I had great trouble with this chapter. As you could probably tell. I rewrote it twice, and I'm still not entirely happy with it. Some of the transitions are a bit rough and I'm not sure if everything flows right... but the basic shape of the chapter is fine, I think.
A word of warning: this chapter is basically unedited. My editor is busy till Monday, so you're going to finally experience how horrific my writing is in its raw form.
Anyway, I intend to write four chapters total before posting the story on RR and FIctionpress. So we're half-way there at this point, assuming I don't decide to rewrite everything I've written so far. In any case, here's the chapter:
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Chapter 002
Orphan of War
Marcus woke up early in the morning, as was his custom, and found his two companions already awake. They were eager to continue their journey and vacate the area where the chaos storm appeared so suddenly. It was agreed that the group would simply continue without stopping until evening, in order to cover as much distance as possible.
However, this resolution didn’t last long. There was a multitude of small villages along the road they were following, and one of them seemed to be in an uproar. Marcus could hear loud shouting and wailing long before they entered the village. Once they were inside it, they found most of the villagers gathered into a loose mob around one particular house.
Curious, Pellast stopped the cart to see what was going on. Marcus had no objections to that; he wasn’t in a hurry to get anywhere. After some questioning of the gathered villagers, the cause of the commotion quickly became clear - it was the chaos storm they encountered yesterday. Some of the villagers were working in the fields when the storm struck, and were unable to find appropriate shelter in time.
“This is no surprise,” Pellast mused. “That chaos storm appeared out of nowhere, and it was a pretty big one too. This isn’t the only village suffering, I bet. There will be lots of lamenting in the area tonight…”
Marcus stayed silent, offering no comment. He observed the throng of people in front of him for a few seconds before confidently stepping into it, pushing his way to the center. Some of the villagers gave him nasty looks at first, but when they noticed how he was dressed and equipped, they immediately moved out of the way and let him pass.
In the center of the gathering, right next to the entrance of the house, were corpses of three adult men. Two women and several children were loudly crying next to the two bodies, while the third one appeared to be entirely ignored. He probably didn’t have a family of his own to mourn him. All three bodies were intact, their skin rosy and brimming with health. If it wasn’t for their stillness and lack of breathing, one would think they were merely sleeping.
Marcus wasn’t surprised to see this. He had seen no shortage of chaos storm victims in his life. Chaos was many things, but most of all it was primal vitality and rampant life. It killed people and animals by overloading their flesh and blood with life energies, causing heart attacks and other organ failures. Lingering chaos energies then kept the bodies in surprisingly good condition for days to come, provided the flies and other scavengers didn’t get to them in the meantime.
After a few seconds, he shifted his focus from dead bodies towards the doorstep of the house, where three people were having a loud argument. A man and a woman dressed in typical peasant attire were shouting at a man in a blue robe, who was trying to look regal and dignified and failing badly. All three were highly agitated, talking over each other in a way that made them hard to understand.
The most eye-catching person among the three was definitely the blue-robed man. He was surely a mage. He certainly put a lot of effort into making sure people had that association when looking at him. He was in his twenties, roughly the same age as Marcus, but he had grown a pretty impressive beard already. Part of his hair and beard appeared to be graying, which Marcus assumed was due to the man dying them to appear older and wiser. The blue robe he wore was gaudy and elaborate, and he also carried a wooden staff with a very large crystal sphere at the tip.
Although it was very hard to tell a level of a magic item at the glance, Marcus had plenty of experience of assessing his opponents and their equipment. He was pretty sure the staff was just for show. The sphere at the tip was just colored glass, and there were no etched runes or energy flows running along its length.
He quietly observed the argument, gradually puzzling out what they were quarreling about, until he felt Pellast push himself through the gathered crowd to stand beside him.
“Do you know what the argument is about?” Marcus asked Pellast, leaning towards him slightly so he could be heard over the shouting and crying.
“The locals speak very poor Raltese, but I think they’re calling the man in blue a fraud. Aside from the three unfortunates over there,” Pellast nodded towards the three corpses, “there are apparently two more victims of the storm. A young boy and a girl, who sneaked out of the village to get away from prying eyes. They survived the ordeal, but they are sick and possibly dying. Their parents expected the man in blue to heal them, but…”
“No one can ‘heal’ chaos corruption,” Marcus said, shaking his head.
Even powerful mages like him were helpless to save people affected by exposure to raw chaos. It was one of the primordial forces of creation, too potent to be grasped or countered by most mortal magics. Perhaps high-level cleansing magic from a priest of Februs could cure these kids, but those were quite rare. Marcus had never met a single one in his entire life.
“I have heard rumors of a cure, but admittedly never saw one with my own eyes,” Pellast admitted.
Before the two of them could continue their conversation, the three people in question realized there was a bunch of newcomers talking about them and looked over. All three of them suddenly fell silent as they took in Marcus’s appearance.
A moment later, all three of them surrounded Marcus and began to bombard him with questions, pleas, and demands. Even the man in blue wanted his help – namely, he wanted ‘his fellow mage’ to back him up against the absurd accusations directed against his honor…
He looked towards Pellast for support, but the merchant seemed to have fled the scene when he noticed what was about to happen, and was no longer around.
Marcus clacked his tongue in annoyance. This is what happens when you’re curious.
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It took a whole hour for Marcus to extricate himself from the situation and get back to Pellast and Elid, who were waiting for him back at the wagon. He could have left the scene immediately if he was willing to use force or be particularly rude, but the truth was that he felt just a little bit sorry for the parents of those two teenagers, and thought it was only right for him to stay and listen to their story, at least.
Why did they think chaos corruption could be cured, when it was common knowledge that this was incredibly difficult at best, impossible at worst?
In the end, it all went back to the man in blue. His name was Giben, and he had arrived in the village several days ago, using some trivial magic shows to get some food and lodgings out of the villagers. Being a huge braggart, he also claimed he could perform all sorts of miracles to the villagers over those several days… including that he knew how to make cures for the ‘poisoning’ caused by the chaos storms.
No doubt the man thought such claims were harmless. It wasn’t chaos storm season, and most chaos storms didn’t result in any casualties. If there were, people usually just died. He thought that by the time one of the villagers fell ill to a chaos storm, he would be long gone, his claims forgotten. Alas, fate was fond of playing tricks on people. Today, Giben was called upon to prove his claims that he could cure chaos corruption.
He couldn’t do it, obviously. If he were capable of such a feat, he wouldn’t be doing tricks for villagers in exchange for food and lodgings. However, although Giben had quickly walked back his claims of being a miracle worker when called upon, it wasn’t enough. The parents were desperate to find a way to save their children, and there was now an idea planted in their mind – that there was a secret cure possessed by the mages…
Marcus was quiet as he got into the wagon with Pellast and Elid. A group of villagers came to see them leave, waving at them and yelling well-wishes, but Marcus didn’t respond to them. He didn’t think he had done anything to really deserve this.
Soon, the ox-driven wagon was once again following the dirt road westward, and the village gradually disappeared from sight.
“Strange. I expected curses and condemnations, not this,” Pellast eventually said when they were well outside the earshot of any villager. “Did you manage to cure the unfortunate young lovers in the end?”
“That’s obviously impossible. No one can cure chaos corruption,” Marcus said, repeating his earlier claim. “Even that fraud in blue eventually admitted so when called upon. However, I eventually remembered there is at least one thing that might help those kids, if the villagers haven’t already done so. And it turned out they hadn’t.”
“What is it?” Pellast asked.
“Using a lot of leeches on them,” Marcus said matter-of-factly.
“L-Leeches!?” Elid made a shocked, disgusted face. “What the hell would that do? Are you sure you aren’t the fraud?”
“Chaos is a force of life, which is why most healing magic is useless at treating its corruption. If anything, it only makes things worse. Giving a healing potion to a person affected by chaos corruption is no different than pouring poison down their throat,” Marcus began.
“Isn’t chaos a force of darkness and destruction?” Elid frowned.
“Darkness, no. Destruction… well, indirectly. Its essence is life, movement, rampancy, unpredictability, and mutation. Surely you’ve noticed by now that chaos storms are very colorful, almost rainbow-like?”
Elid’s frown deepened.
“In any case, precisely because it’s such a force of primal vitality, it can be partially dealt with by inflicting damage on the patient,” Marcus explained. “This gives the chaos energies a productive outlet. A large portion of it is then spent on healing the damage, hopefully giving a patient a better chance to survive the ordeal.”
“But then why leeches?” Elid protested.
“Because the alternative is making shallow cuts all across the patient’s body and hoping you don’t hit an artery or anything critical,” Marcus said, completely unfazed by Elid’s words. “Leeches are much safer, and they absorb some of the chaos corruption as they feed.”
“And this truly helped?” Pellast asked curiously. He seemed far less disgusted at the idea than Elid.
“It should have,” Marcus said, a little more hesitantly this time. “They might still die. I’m not a healer and this isn’t a miracle cure. It’s just something to tip the scales in their favor.”
“Better than nothing,” Pellast summarized.
“Exactly,” Marcus confirmed.
Elid looked like he wanted to say something, but ultimately controlled himself and remained quiet. The wagon for silent for a few moments.
“There is something else bothering me,” Pellast eventually said. “If that blue-robed man is a real mage, why did he allow the villagers to yell at him like that and call him he’s a fraud? Even if he lied about his skills, mages had never been particularly known for their fairness and humility.” He gave Marcus an awkward look. “Err, present company excluded.”
Marcus waved his hand dismissively, motioning Pellast to continue.
“In any case, he could have just intimidated the villagers with show of force and left,” Pellast finished. “That seems far more in line with what I heard of mages like him.”
“Perhaps he was afraid the villagers would swarm him if he provoked them?” Elid mused. “They did have him completely surrounded. That’s dangerous to anyone, surely?”
“That and he’s also just a measly rank one mage, which means he doesn’t have internal mana reserves,” Marcus added. “He’s entirely dependent on drawing in ambient mana to cast his spells. The same ambient mana that has been contaminated with elemental chaos recently. If he cast anything – anything at all – he would immediately end up falling ill from chaos corruption, just like those two teenagers from the village.”
This was the fundamental limitation of a rank one mage. They could attune themselves to the ambient mana in the area and use it to cast spells, but they could not store any mana internally. The power of their spells and the frequency with which they could cast them is initially limited by how fast they can draw upon ambient mana, but eventually their mana consumption starts to outstrip what their immediate surroundings can provide them with. Especially during battles. And if the ambient mana in the area was contaminated by something – say, a passing chaos storm – then they were just plain helpless until they left the affected area.
“He’s just an apprentice?” Elid asked incredulously.
“I’m not sure if calling him an apprentice is appropriate,” Marcus mused. “While rank one mages are often called apprentices, that’s because any person can reach rank two in a handful of years if they’re serious about training their magecraft and have access to appropriate teachers, legacies, and financial support. In other words, if they have the backing of a powerful organization. In such a group, there is a natural expectation that being a rank one mage is a temporary condition and that only when people rise to rank two do they gain the right to call themselves an actual mage. However, there are many mages out there that have acquired their skills under… less than ideal conditions. Plus, some people fail their training for various reasons, even if they are backed by powerful forces. These people are permanently stuck as rank one mages, but they are not apprentices of anyone.”
Truthfully, Marcus did not consider rank one mages to be real mages. In fact, he was even more judgmental than most and considered anyone below rank three to be a bit of a slacker. However, this was not a popular opinion, to say the least. Most mages remained at rank two all their lives, and didn’t like hearing that they could have achieved more if they truly applied themselves.
“People can fail their training, even in places like the Great Academies?” Elid asked, a tone of fear creeping into his voice.
“Of course,” Marcus said. What kind of question was that?
“How often does that happen?” Elid asked.
“It’s rare,” Marcus said calmly. The answer seemed to calm down Elid considerably.
Marcus was about to assure him that the selection process for a place like Crystal Mountain Academy was quite thorough and very good at weeding out obvious failures. If he was actually accepted there, he was all but certain to pass his training. However, he quickly realized it would be better to keep that to himself. Elid probably wouldn’t be very comforted.
The wagon continued rolling across the country road as the conversation continued.
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Marcus spent an entire week travelling along with Pellast and Elid, conversing with them about inconsequential topics and observing the towns and villages as they passed them by. He had expected to find a peaceful and prosperous land upon his return home, but evidence of the Second Academy War mentioned by Pellast was everywhere. Towns often had damaged buildings and shiny new walls, and many fields were fallow and vacant. People grew less fearful and avoidant of Marcus as the wagon left the periphery of civilized lands and got deeper into the Great Golden Plain, but there was an undercurrent of tension everywhere they went.
He grew increasingly restless as days went by. He was originally in no hurry to leave Pellast and his son behind him, but the novelty of travelling around like a commoner ran out pretty quickly. The wagon was painfully slow and inconvenient. It often had to stop at a suitable place so the oxen could drink and have some rest, and it was less sturdy than it looked. At one point, one of the wheels fell into a pothole and ended up cracked. That is when Marcus discovered something unpleasant: although he was a mage of great strength and skill, none of his spells were capable of fixing a wagon wheel.
“Are you sure you can’t help with this?” Pellast asked him again. “I’m sure I can find someone who can fix this if I ask around in the surrounding villages, but that could take a while.”
Marcus wracked his head for a solution, mentally going through all the spells and magical abilities he possessed. After a while, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a large metal-bound book. The cover was decorated with gold and blue crystal thread, both of them faintly tracing various magical sigils and geometric patterns. The moment Pellast and Elid laid their eyes on it an expression of shock dawned on their faces. Marcus tried to be subdued in most aspects of his appearance, but he never held back when it came to his spellbook. He had turned it into a powerful magical item, and it looked the part too.
In order to cast spells, it was not enough to memorize the chants and symbols associated with them. A spell represented a legacy – an unbroken line of spellcasters that passed down their art from one generation to the next, ultimately leading up to the original creator of the spell. In order to use a spell, mages first had to attune themselves to it; immerse themselves in it firmly enough to imprint them on their souls. A process that could be easy or difficult, depending on how compatible they were to it.
A mage could only hold a limited number of spells imprinted in their souls at any one time, and this limitation never really went away, no matter how powerful one was. Marcus, for instance, had 53 spells imprinted on his soul at the moment. His capacity for holding spell imprints was great, but some of the spells he was attuned to were great as well, demanding more space than lower-tier spells.
53 spells was not enough for Marcus, and most mages had to do with far less. Few were happy about it. Thus, since time immemorial, mages and other spellcasters had been looking for ways to increase the number of spells they had access to. The oldest and most reliable way to do so was to make a spellbook. It didn’t have to be an actual book – stone tablets and collections of scrolls were also popular – but a book was generally the most convenient way to go about it if one intended to carry the spellbook around. In essence, a spellbook was external storage for spells. The mechanics of it were kind of involved and complicated, but the practical effect was that mages could sit down with their spellbook and switch their current selection of spells to any combination recorded inside their spellbook.
This was great, because it meant that Marcus had access to hundreds of spells instead of just 53, and if he ever lost attunement to one of his spells he could always use his spellbook to get it back. It wasn’t lost forever. The issue was that altering what spells he was currently attuned to would take a while. It was an hour-long process even at the best of times, and usually took a lot longer.
Furthermore, after going through his entire spellbook, Marcus realized that despite possessing hundreds of spells for all over the world, only four of them dealt with repairing objects. One only worked on objects large enough to fit into the caster’s palm, and would definitely not work on a wagon wheel. Another relied on caster’s skill at creating the base object in question. Needless to say, Marcus had never made a wagon wheel in his entire life, so that wasn’t going to work either. The third one didn’t really repair the object so much as forced it to stay together through magical force. That would work, but it would require Marcus to keep recasting the spell every couple of hours and would leave Pellast with a broken cart the moment he left the group. Not ideal. Finally, the fourth one was a very high level repair spell that Marcus had really poor compatibility with. It would repair the wagon wheel, sure, but it would take up to two days for Marcus to accommodate the spell…
Marcus closed his spellbook and looked at Pellast and Elid, who were looking at him expectantly.
“I’m sorry,” he told them. “Fixing wagon wheels seems to be my weakness.”
Pellast nodded at him without a trace of disappointment, as if this kind of thing was to be expected. Elid, on the other hand, mumbled something uncharitable into his chin before turning around to check up on the oxen. Marcus pretended not to have heard anything.
Pellast managed to find a person that could fix the wagon in the end, but pretty much an entire day was lost on that. This, and similar small incidents, began to wear on Marcus. He liked his two traveling companions, but that was just too much. By the time the wagon approached the town of Whitecliff, he was glad they would soon each go their own separate ways.
He was in good enough good that evening that he left the camp for a few hours and came back with a rabbit and a pheasant to roast over a fire. It was his parting gift to his two travelling companions. He was a little fuzzy on the kind of food was considered typical for small-time merchants, but he imagined his gesture should still be appreciated. Thus far, the three of them had been eating whatever they could buy in the towns and villages they encountered along the way… and that food was very lacking in meat.
Still, while Marcus fully expected his gift to be well received, he was a little shocked to see how enthusiastically his two companions devoured the roasted animals. They finished their meals at such speed that barely anything was left for Marcus, and even expressed a slight regret that there wasn’t more of it. Marcus would maybe expect such behavior of Elid, but even Pellast? Weird.
“You probably know this, but Whitecliff is basically the gateway to Crystal Mountain Academy,” Marcus told his two companions as they sat contentedly around the fire, scattered remains of the two roasted animals all around them. “Once we reach it, you will want to spend some time there arranging for a meeting with the academy representative and preparing for the journey into the mountains. As for me, I will continue on towards the coast. In other words, Whitecliff is where we part ways.”
“I figured it was something like this,” Pellast nodded. “I really must thank you for everything you’ve done for us. Thanks to your presence no bandit or two guard bothered us, and we made good time overall.”
…this was considered ‘making good time’?
“Anyway, I’ve always wanted to ask you but it seemed improper,” Pellast continued. “Now we’re about to part from one another and I’m afraid I can’t restrain my curiosity any longer. Are you… truly an elder of the Great Sea Academy?”
Elid immediately became more alert, leaning forward slightly to better hear his answer.
Marcus raised his eyebrow at him.
Pellast cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“I admit that, just like Elid, I did not take your claims of being a rank five mage who is also one of the leaders of a major continental power very seriously back there. I thought you were a legitimate mage, to be sure, but I figured you were rank three at most, and probably just a regional branch chief or some such,” Pellast explained. “Please don’t take offense to this, sir. It’s just that I’ve interacted with people like you before – mages, warriors, artificers, hunter, other adepts – and I know how prideful and fond of exaggeration you can be.”
“And now?” Marcus asked calmly, giving no indication that he was outraged by this admission. He fiddled idly with his staff as he listened, as he often did when resting, fingers tracing the runes carved into the wood and minute imperfections in constructions that he had long since gotten used to.
“Well, seeing your behavior over the past week of traveling, and the ease with which you do certain feats… I’m no mage, but I do think you’re probably being honest about your level of power,” Pellast answered, softly sighing in relief at the lack of aggression and outrage. “Your modest way of dress and your surname had completely blinded me to the truth. In retrospect, the signs were there from the beginning.”
“His surname?” Elid asked, not understanding.
“The surname ‘King’ sounds regal, but it actually means the person is an orphan,” Marcus explained. “A lot of the orphanages in the Silver League are funded by the local king as an act of charity. As such, children with no clear parentage are said to be ‘children of the king’ and given the surname ‘King’.”
There was a brief second of silence as Elid processed that.
“So you’re…”
“An orphan,” Marcus finished for him. “I was delivered in a basket to the doorstep of an orphanage in the kingdom of Elora. The person who brought me there did so in the dead of the night and didn’t linger, so my origin in unknown. I don’t know who my parents are.”
“But, uh, how did a mere orphan…” Elid stopped for a moment, realizing that what he was about to say could end very badly for him.
“I am not ashamed of my situation,” Marcus assured him. “If I was, I would have changed my surname to something less obvious. You wanted to ask how a mere orphan could become a rank five mage and ascend to the position of one of the elder of the Great Sea Academy, right?” Elid nodded hesitantly. “The Great Academies that rule the Silver League have many flaws, but they all have great respect for power and skill. I won’t say that my lack of prestigious lineage hasn’t held me back at times, but it’s not an insurmountable barrier to success.”
In all honesty, success stories like Marcus were rare. Very rare. The inner circles of every great academy were dominated by a handful of established families that acted as a sort of nobility – and sometimes they even were formal nobility – and trying to break into that inner circle when one did not have the right lineage or connections was very difficult.
Marcus had accrued enough glory in battle and magical achievements to muscle his way into the position of an elder, but once he had tried to reach for more, his humble origins became one of the main weapons used against him.
“Let me tell you a bit of a secret,” Marcus told them after a few seconds. “I didn’t spent the past six years travelling to the far east and back. I mean, I’ve been to the far east, yes, but it was just one of many places I’ve visited over the past six years. The truth is I was on a self-imposed exile.”
“Exile!?” Elid exclaimed.
“After the Academy War – the first one, I mean - I made a bid for power,” Marcus explained. “I thought my war contributions were great enough, my power sufficient. I tried to become a leader of the Great Sea Academy.”
Pellast visibly winced at the admission.
“As you can clearly tell, I failed,” Marcus said. “My rival was weaker than me, but in everything else he was my greater. Gaius came from an old, wealthy family and was hailed as a prodigy from a young age. His prestigious lineage, his grasp of politics, and his oratory skill proved impossible for me to overcome. Having lost a power struggle for leadership, I decided it would be wisest to distance myself from the academy for a while. It is only now, after six years, that I feel confident enough to return.”
Pellast shifted uncomfortably on the fallen log he was sitting on.
“Is it really a good idea to return, then?” Pellast asked. “I understand you weren’t really exiled as such… but kings are not known for their mercy when dealing with threats to their power. Your status as elder might have been revoked already…”
“I doubt Gaius would do that,” Marcus shook his head.
“Why?” Elid demanded. “That’s what I would have done in his place.”
Marcus smiled at him. “Then you would have been a fool. The moment I found out I was demoted, I would go to one of the other great academies and ask to join them in exchange for a position of elder. They would have welcomed me with open arms. Rank five mages are extremely rare – no one can train one reliably, even with all the money and support in the world. They are something you hope for, not work for. The last thing any great power wants is to have someone like me defect. It massively weakens them while strengthening their rivals. Gaius will surely try to suppress me, and might even try to assassinate me, but he will not risk pushing me away from the Great Sea Academy. He will want me gone, but not at the cost of someone else having me.”
“Actually, you mentioning rank five mages reminded me of something I wanted to ask you about,” Pellast said. Marcus guessed he was also uncomfortable with the topic being discussed and wanted to change the subject. “How come you dress so humbly? You also have no retinue, carry no badge of office… surely an adept of your level of strength would want others to know of your power and status? Are you intentionally making yourself look weaker?”
“Yes,” Marcus bluntly confirmed. “Earlier you said you initially thought I was a rank three mage. This is basically the look I’m aiming for.”
“Why did you tell me you’re a rank five mage when I asked, then?” Elid protested.
Marcus remained quiet for a second to collect his thoughts.
“Mage ranks aren’t just power levels,” he eventually told Elid. “Each rank represents a fundamental transformation in the nature of mage’s power. The fifth rank transformation is particularly dramatic, and cannot be hidden from any mage that is third rank or higher. Their logos will resonate with my spirit, whether I wanted that or not. If I told you I was a rank three mage and then later on we encountered another rank three mage, they would instantly be able to tell I’m lying. Once I’m shown to have lied about something like that, everything else about me would be automatically suspicious and come under scrutiny. Rank three mages are not that rare; even minor powers have at least one. Thus, it’s inadvisable for me to pretend to be anything less than a spirit manifestation mage.”
“Spirit manifestation?” Elid asked.
“Every rank has a name,” Marcus said, “but since you’re not mages, I imagine you would not understand me if I start talking about ‘logos mages’ and ‘foundation mages’ and whatnot.”
“And this spirit manifestation… is it really so obvious?”
Marcus didn’t say anything. Instead, he simply stared deeply into Elid’s eyes and let his soul flare out into the world around him.
The tireless singing of crickets and other wildlife around them immediately fell silent. For a brief moment, a great illusory tree outlined itself behind Marcus – a towering oak with a magnificent leafy crown. Its roots stabilized the earth. Its branches reached out towards the heavens. It shrouded the entire area in ethereal fog, ghostly multicolored sigils dancing on its bark. Elid and Pellast immediately fell into a trance, their eyes growing unfocused as their whole body shook.
Then the moment passed, and everything returned to normal. Elid immediately started gasping for hair, clutching his hand to his heart. Perhaps Marcus was a little too harsh on him. Pellast fared better, since Marcus hadn’t been focusing on him like he was on Elid, but he was still shaken by the experience.
“I can let even normal people witness it, if I want to,” Marcus calmly explained. “However, a mage in possession of his own logos will be able to sense its presence in me even if I try to suppress it. If a person made you feel like I just did right now, do you think you could overlook it, even if you didn’t pay any attention to them?”
“M-My fool son…” Pellast stammered. “You will surely drive me into an early grave one of these days, I can just tell.”
Elid didn’t say anything, opting to continue taking deep breaths instead. He looked Marcus straight in the eye after a while. The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds before Elid looked away without saying anything.
After a minute, the crickets started singing again, and a sense of normality was restored to the scene.
“The two of you should get some rest,” Marcus suddenly said. “We’ll reach Whitecliff tomorrow. You need to be at your best when meeting academy officials.”
Without waiting for their response, he left the camp and retreated to his own bed next to the wagon. It was probably best that they stopped the conversation there.
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Despite his words, Marcus couldn’t sleep that night. His thoughts were restless, dwelling on past glories and disappointments. He got up from the bed and left the camp, wandering about in the darkness until he reached the edge of a nearby forest. The lack of light did not bother him, partially because of his wealth of experience in navigating in the dark and partially because his senses were supernaturally enhanced and capable of piercing the gloom to some extent.
He stopped at the forest’s edge. His goal was just to put some distance between him and the camp so he wouldn’t disturb Pellast and Elid while they slept – he had no real destination in mind.
This, honestly, could be said of his goals in general. He wasn’t really sure why he had decided to come back home. Back when he had left this place six years ago, he hadn’t intended to ever return. He was too bitter and upset by the council of elders and their decision to pick Gaius over him. Some of the elders privately told him they supported him before he made his bid, then voted against him anyway when the final choice was made. It felt like a betrayal, and perhaps even mockery.
Yet, years of wandering had extinguished most of his anger. He had even come to believe that what happened was a good thing. He would not have enjoyed being a leader of the Great Sea Academy, in all likelihood, nor would he reach the same level of power he currently had. Still. That wasn’t a reason to return. That just meant he no longer had a good reason to stay away.
Was that enough? Perhaps deep in his heart, he had always wanted to come home, it was just that it took six years for his resistance to be ground away by time and sights of distant lands?
In the end, he couldn’t shake off the notion that something here was calling him, beckoning him to come back home…
“Why did you follow me?” Marcus asked calmly, not bothering to turn around and face his stalker. His voice was slightly subdued, but not really a whisper. They were far enough from the camp that Pellast was unlikely to wake unless people started shouting.
Seconds started to tick away. Marcus didn’t say anything more, and the person who followed him remained equally quiet at first. Finally, after about half a minute, Elid summoned his courage and hesitantly walked forward to stand beside Marcus.
“Something on your mind, Elid of Sycaruse?” Marcus asked, still not looking at him. He got the notion for several days now that Elid wanted to talk to him about something. However, he had no intention to raise the issue himself.
“Can… can you test me to see how compatible I am with earth foundation techniques?” Elid asked. “I noticed you use a lot earth-based spells, and the main legacy of the Crystal Mountain Academy is said to be earth-based. Maybe I’m being presumptuous, but I thought, uh…”
“I can indeed tell you if you have any affinity with the logos of elemental earth,” Marcus told him. “The question is, can you bear to hear my answer?”
Marcus was almost certain that Elid had no affinity to any element. First, because people who had any sort of elemental affinity were very rare, and usually displayed some kind of sign of that affinity as they grew up. Secondly, Elid had already been tested by the representatives of Heartfire Academy. Although Heartfire’s legacy was strongly centered around fire-aspected foundation techniques, they were a great power. No great power was limited to just their core element; fire was what Heartfire was most good at, but they would definitely test a candidates affinity to all six common elements just to make sure they weren’t turning away a potential prodigy.
“I… yes,” Elid took a deep breath. “I want to know. I need to know. Please.”
“Very well,” Marcus extended a hand to him. “Hold my hand.”
Marcus had never had a single student in his whole life, but he knew how to perform this kind of affinity test. It wasn’t anything difficult for someone like him. The moment Elid’s hand touched his, a thin thread of spirituality extended out of the great oak tree that lay dormant within Marcus and established a connection between them.
Elid’s eyes immediately turned glassy and unfocused at the ethereal oak tree filled his mind, crowding out all other thoughts. Marcus flicked him in the forehead with his other hand, causing him to snap awake.
“I need you to stay conscious for this,” he told the boy.
Elid grimaced, his hand muscles twitching, wanting to instinctively break contact with Marcus.
“Focus on the sigils flowing along the bark of the tree,” Marcus instructed. Try to immerse yourself in them without losing your presence of mind. See if any of them calls out to you.”
Although Marcus had merely agreed to test Elid’s earth affinity, he actually planned to do more than that. He was curious and besides… if you are going to do something, you should do it well. That was what Marcus always thought. Since he was doing this favor for Elid, he might as well be thorough.
Average. Average. Average. That was the result of pretty much every test Marcus performed. Elid attuned himself to specific runes at average speeds, he could handle an average amount of mana sent along the connection they shared, he was able to hold an average number of patterns in his mind at any one time…
Oh, and his earth affinity was average too.
Marcus resisted an urge to sigh. This was pretty much what he had suspected. There was no way the Heartfire Academy inspectors-
Hm?
Really? Out of all things… and this was such a ridiculously specific thing, too. How did someone like him even…
Marcus retracted his hand, breaking off skin contact between them. He stared at Elid speculatively for a few seconds.
“So, umm… how did I do?” the boy asked after a while.
“Wait for me here,” Marcus ordered.
He then walked off into the night, leaving the confused teenager behind. He eventually came back with a sealed letter in his hand, which he thrust into Elid’s hands with a warning: “Only use this if all else fails.”
“What do you mean? I don’t understand?” Elid protested.
“If you can pass the examination without using this letter, you should keep it to yourself. Burn it, hide it, whatever… but if you are about to be rejected, well. This letter will make sure that Crystal Mountain Academy will want you in.”
“It will make sure?” Elid asked, intently staring at the letter in his hand.
“Last resort, remember?” Marcus warned again. “It only guarantees you will get in. I make no promises as to what happens afterwards.”
Elid kept glancing between the letter and Marcus for a few seconds before gently placing the letter into a leather pouch on his belt, treating it like a delicate treasure.
“Do you think I could ever become like you?” Elid asked him. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get back to bed.
“Maybe,” Marcus said after some thought.
He had become as powerful as he did partially due to his great talent, but also due to the chaos and devastation of the Academy war. In a peaceful age, he doubted anyone could advance as fast as he did, even if they were an incredible genius or had some kind of special advantage. Then again, from what he gathered about the current situation in the Silver League, the era wasn’t necessarily peaceful and orderly. There was also that strange vision he had seen a few days earlier.
Perhaps there would be plenty of opportunities for young Elid to fish in troubled waters in the coming days.
- break -
Whitecliff was situated at the foot of Bloodstone Mountains, near an important pass that connected the Great Golden Plains to the Western Coast. It was a moderately-sized town, situated on a strategic position but lacking access to a proper water source. It was lively and prosperous, just as it was when Marcus had last visited it. It didn’t seem like the Second Academy War affected the town too negatively.
The imposing Whitecliff Fortress, which served as the military and administrative heart of the town, probably had a lot to do with that. Built out of shining white marble and strengthened with powerful magic, it looked almost too big and out of place in such a relatively minor town. It was clearly extremely well maintained, and the guards patrolling the city and inspecting the visitors were well equipped and decorated.
The wagon had no issues passing through the city gates. The guards didn’t try to question them, only collecting a modest entrance fee from each of them before letting them in. However, they did give them a warning once they were inside.
“You came at something of a bad time,” the older guard said. “Duke of Whitecliff and the local mercenary guilds are having a bit of a spat right now. The mercenaries have blocked the canyon in order to pressure the duke to yield to their demands. It may take a few days before the situation is resolved. Until then, the western road is closed for traffic.”
“Lovely,” Marcus clacked his tongue in annoyance. He wasn’t sure whether to wait for a few days like the guard suggested or to simply venture into the mountains and go around the canyon. “Does this sort of thing happen often?”
Based on the way the old guard was talking about this, Marcus had a suspicion this was a recurring problem.
“This is the third time now that the mercenary guilds have been acting up,” the guard said. “They’ve grown powerful in the wake of Second Academy War, so they’re constantly agitating for more privileges.”
More privileges for mercenary guilds – or any minor power, really - would mean Crystal Mountain had given up some of their own privileges in order to pacify a bunch of upstarts. And Whitecliff was one of their loyalist strongholds, too. Apparently the situation at Crystal Mountain was even worse than Marcus suspected. Perhaps Elid really would be able to bribe his way in, and won’t need to use the sealed latter Marcus had given him…
Before they could continue their conversation, there was a commotion up ahead. A fairly large group of well-armed, luxuriously-decorated warriors was escorting a large carriage as it travelled through the streets of the city. The carriage was strange, clearly of foreign make. The spectacle attracted eyes from all over, and even some onlookers who followed it around at the safe distance.
After a few seconds, the carriage stopped next to a shop and a beautiful elven couple stepped out of it to curiously browse the wares, followed by a handful of robed attendants. A pair of armored warriors than had been escorting the carriage separated from the main group and immediately assumed guard on the flanks of the couple, preventing anyone from getting close to them or even getting a good look at what they’re doing.
They were all elves, Marcus realized – the armored warriors, the robed attendants, the carriage driver. That was… unusual. It wasn’t often that elves moved in such large groups unless they were part of a military response, and it was especially rare to see them this far in-land. Usually one could only see elves in coastal cities.
“Elves have been really active in the last couple of years,” Pellast told him. He clearly remembered that Marcus had been away from the Silver League recently, and that he wouldn’t know about recent developments. “They’ve been sending their adventurers and diplomats everywhere, not just along the coast but also far in-land. It is no longer such a rare sight to see a group of them in the League. Alas, their home islands are just as difficult to visit as they always were, and they still don’t let humans wander outside the port cities. A bit unfair if you ask me.”
“Dwarves have been really active in the last few years as well,” the old guards added, having overhear their conversation. “They only seem interested in the Bloodstone Mountains and its surrounding areas, but within that region they’re out in force, fighting for ancient ruins against orcs, dragons, and Crystal Mountain mages.”
How interesting… Marcus had been worried that Giant Thunder Hall might come after him in revenge for killing their leader during the Academy War, but if the dwarves were able to reach this far south, then maybe they had more serious problems to worry about than him returning.
Then again, Giant Thunder Hall was never known for being particularly sensible…
“I assume the orcs are also more insistent about pushing south, then?” Marcus asked.
“Are they ever!” the guard lamented. “I thought they would stay quiet for a decade or two after that beating we gave them in the First Academy War, but no. Where are they even getting their manpower? They live in the Dakara. The whole area is just snow and pine trees, it shouldn’t be able to support these kind of armies. I swear, sometimes I wonder if the orcs just pop up fully formed out of the frozen ground itself…”
The guard was closer to the truth than he might think, but Marcus had no intention of telling him what was actually happening in regards to the orcs and their relentless campaigns of conquest. There was an unspoken understanding among great powers that regular people would be too demoralized if they knew the truth about the Lament Spire and other abyssal incursions into material reality.
That said, Marcus had found that many people ended up touching upon the truth in various ways anyway. It was just too big of a secret to cover up.
Despite the road being blocked, Marcus still bid Pellast and his son farewell, assuring them that he had a way to get through the blockade. He didn’t, but he also didn’t think it would be too big of an issue.
He would figure something out when he got there.
Comments
HenryMorgan
There is only one problem about this chapter, its just not enough!
Longhaul
I can see the D&D in this.
Mithril-blade
Heck man, this made my day. This DEFINITELY has that Xianxia draw to it, except that Marcus has yet to snort a single rare plant/animal/spirit/whathaveyou. Loving it so far!
Domagoj Kurmaic
Originally the scene at the village was longer and was shown rather than described. Unfortunately, I soon realized that showing the scene took way too much word count... and in all honesty, it isn't that interesting of a scene. The villagers never show up again, and the scene descriptions were pretty mundane. It dragged on too much so in the end I just deleted it and made it work like this. I am a little uncertain about how old Marcus should be, but he's definitely unusually young for such a powerful mage. I am thinking 28 years old for now, but I might increase that a little and make him in his early thirties.
Michael
I'm really digging the xianxia vibes going on here.
Looking forward to it coming up again.
Michael T
Seemed a bit odd for a kid to be on his way to mage college, but not know the names of ranks of mages?
Nicolai Buch-Andersen
I liked the chaos storm in chapter 1. It allowed you to show off a bit of Marcus's power, instead of just telling us how powerful he is. In contrast, the first part of this chapter felt kind of out of place, or at least out of focus (or focused on the wrong details). Marcus meets the first other mage in the story (even if he's weak) and gets the better of him by superior knowledge (the leaches) rather than superior power, which is cool and further builds his character. But we are only shown the villagers and the very start of the scene, while the confrontation itself happens "off-screen" and we are only told about it. It felt off to me, somehow. Also, this part of the story says that Marcus is in his twenties, like the other mage? I had imagined him older by at least ten years. If Marcus is 29 and have been traveling for six years, then he was at most 23 when he left. That seems like a young age to attempt to claim the leadership of one of the great academies. Maybe he lost to an older candidate, not only one with better family ties? And maybe his relative young age was one of the reasons his travel companions doubted he was really 5th rank, even if that was not mentioned in the fireside discussion? If reaching the 5th rank (or better) is really such a huge deal, I guess reaching it before age 30 is even more unbelievable.
Domagoj Kurmaic
True, but Elid's situation isn't plot critical and would take a lot of explanations to make sense. It better for the flow of the story to just reveal things when it becomes relevant.
Tristan Kenneweg
Beautiful :). As a general note: If a main character learns something, but the reader is kept in the dark about it, it disrupts the feeling of living the storie from the main characters perspective. At least that is my experience.
DiabolicalGenius
Yeah, you're right. I does say "“Fifth rank,” Marcus lied.", I forgot that. I haven't read it since it was posted, so it slipped my mind. I guess I'm not catching hints and foreshadowing after all. Ah well. At least it explains why he chose to pretend to be rank 5 and not lower if he's trying to keep a low profile.
DiabolicalGenius
Thanks for confirming that, I always like to know how the magic system works. Even if we're still in the process of being introduced to the setting.
Magnus Steffen Nørregaard
Well in the first chapter it's explicitly mentioned that he lied about being a rank 5 mage... So yea, you're probably right ;)
Domagoj Kurmaic
Yes, memorized/imprinted spells aren't used up when cast. You can cast a spell as many times as you want from a single imprint.
Domagoj Kurmaic
The vision is largely incomprehensible to him at the moment, and he isn't even 100% sure its divine or meant for him personally. As such he's not in any particular rush about it - but he definitely hasn't forgotten about it.
Andrew Browne
Typo: "He was in good enough good that evening..."
Blue
you definitely crafted a world intro prologue that is very natural. It is obviously a challenge, as some stories just throw you to the woods and make you piece it together yourself. I'm exited for where this is may go, but I have to wait for more material to really make any solid opinions.
DiabolicalGenius
We're being eased in slowly, but it certainly interesting. Learning a bit more about how magic works, including spellbooks and spell imprints. Going a bit D&D here are we? Nice. Though here I'm guessing that rather than memorising spells and using them up when cast, the spells he has currently imprinted on his soul are always available to cast so long as he can provide sufficient mana, internal or ambient. I like that kind of system. Using the youth as a plot device for exposition is pretty well done to. If he was just pestering with questions all the time out of curiousity, it would soon get annoying and start to feel a bit contrived for the sake of exposition. But by making him more of a Doubting Thomas, the readers instead feel irritated at the doubter and WANT the protagonist to set him straight. It's a decent way to introduce things. Though I hope we get a short intermission to reveal what he saw and wrote in that letter when Elid applies. Otherwise I'd like to see some characters that are going to stick around eventually. Either old acquaintances or new companions, rather than people just passing through. I'm sure there's plenty of people he fought with in the war, whether as allies or enemies. I'm also looking forward to seeing how the people of his own academy react when he returns. Also, don't think I missed that part with him explaining that it would be impossible to pretend to be anything lower than 5th rank without a 3rd rank seeing through it. Subtly implying that he might be lying about being 5th rank since he WOULD be able to hide that much. Meaning we still don't know how powerful he really is. He even implied he wouldn't be as strong as he is now if he hadn't gone into exile and has more or less said he was 5th rank when he left. So lots to anticipate for the reveal there. This should do. I'm looking forward to the 3rd and 4th chapters and the novel being made public. Keep up the good work!
House
Are divine visions not uncommon in this universe? It seems strange that Marcus is basically not worried about it at all and wasn't in a rush to get to other mages sooner. Also it now feels like the chaos storm in chapter one was a bit of a filler part of the chapter that adds to the world building but not to the plot. Ideally we'd instead be able to learn more about Marcus' background in chapter 1 instead of in chapter 2. At least I personally prefer to learn more about the main character first so that I become invested in finding out more about the world that the main character lives in. That said the world building is top notch as usual!
Doodlyboy15
I like it! Yes some errors, words that should probably be other words, just a changed letter here or there. Doesn't detract from the story though, really good, thanks!
marids
And now we must wait for the next update again. Man, this story gripped me with almost as much interest as Mother of Learning already. Traveling and interacting with the merchant and son pair has been a great way to open up the world and how the magic works for the setting. It gave a chance for Marcus to explain about things without seeming like he was just an exposition piece. Still, I have some suspicions that Elid will come back into the story now that his specialness has been noted, yet not explained in detail. Curious indeed. Overall, thank you very much for the chapter! It's awesome, and I'm glad to see it being updated!
Sid_Cypher
Maybe it's because I'm tired, but I haven't noticed anything "horrific" about the unedited version. "Seems to be my weakness" :)
