1845 The Age of Magicians
The mass integration of magic throughout the world has been authorized.
The world government has disbanded the remaining anti-sorcerers.
Sorcerers built an academy to teach the young to control their prowess.
The world has brought a new age.
An age of sorcerers.
An age of magicians.
1847- 2 Years after the War on Magic.
"Asseron has confided in me–"
A man speaks with a gentle tone. He puts down a smooth sort of stick on the table.
"A lord of the north told him that we are needed again. For a coup against…"
"The bourgeois"
A prominent figure emerged from the shadows of the room. The man looks blighted, his skin almost falling off as the muscles underneath try to hold on to bone.
"We have just won against the anti-sorcerer company, and now you want a coup against one of our benefactors?—"
He grabs hold of a table as he tries to move closer. The size of the man made the floorboards shake, and the weight of his hands made a dent in the table.
"You must think I'm insane, lord Tovrin."
He sits down on the chair, his weight making the chair almost bend. The man with the gentle tone picked up the smooth stick and pointed it at the man.
"No, but the bourgeois is. They will use their leverage against us to have higher standing in the new world–"
The tip of the stick begins to glow
"So it has come to this, Andreal."
"I have never met someone–"
The large man coughs as he tries to look back with sorrowful eyes, but his degrading skin and muscle make him look like a monster.
"As strong as you"
The large man closed his eyes, and his body flailed over. The last words of the man left Andreal distraught as he picked himself up and moved to the exit.
"Asseron…"
"I hope this…
"All of this–"
The man exits the room and goes into the hallway. Blood covers every crevice, bones and flesh sliding off the walls and an eye dangling from the roof.
"is worth this much pain"
Andreal exits the building as fire begins to emerge. The Hall of Mages has been invaded by the Iron Order.
"The Order creates as much chaos as possible to attract the attention of the bourgeois, and when the perfect time arrives, they send their top-tier sorcerers to destroy key operating places."
"Have you heard of it,, Mister…"
"Morrow was it?"
1852- 5 Years after the war on magic.
A man in a hooded cloak on a carriage is being questioned by three imperial guards. The two hold their wands close, and the last holds a notepad in place. They are in a forest down the road from the academy.
"Yes… all mages should know of the order–"
"They did take out the Hall of mages and killed the lustrious."
The Hall of Mages incident took 20 years of researching magic through the teachings of sorcerers. The question here is why a high-ranking officer and professor of the academy is being questioned.
"Listen, officers, I would like to be quick with your supposed investigation on me."
"I need to go to the academy soon."
The officers nodded and looked at their notes.
"Mr. Morrow, you are in violation of the Ervindanger Law. all items that are in the possession of said Ervindanger are to be confiscated and brought towards the imperial officers."
These aren't imperial officers. The Ervindanger is a law only for someone in possession of an illegal wand. The officers have yet to search Morrow.
"Officers? Mind if I ask a simple question?"
The officers turned their heads up, and they met the gaze of the once cloak man. The man looks to be in his 20's. His silver hair that off a noble and his red eyes like damnation from hell. Their hearts are beating faster.
"Are you familiar with the race called. Dragfore–"
"Ashen like beings, Immortal in a way, they have a sense higher than dragons…"
"They can hear specific heartbeats through even the loudest of wars."
The officers drew their wands, but it was too late.
"It was nice meeting your members, Asseron. But truly I wish that they were smarter than this."
The man looks up at the trees and sees a raven eyeing him.
"Go tell your master that his foolishness will get him killed."
The raven flew and cawed.
Three heads rolled down the forest as the man went back to his carriage and told the driver to move along.
"Was there any trouble, Mr. Morrow?"
The driver of the carriage. Blind and deaf, his magic sense can make out the road toward the academy, and his horses follow the scent of magic.
"There were no trouble at all, Mr. Sain."
He taps on the mirror behind the driver in a code. Magic mirrors put mana out in a pattern if you tap it. Making even the deaf hear of the world. This world has begun to trust sorcerers so that the world can develop skilled and useful mages that can help in the long run. In recent years, only the bourgeois have been able to send their children out and gain the skills to wield magic.
But now this has changed, as commoners with the potential of great mana begin to show and go out to the magician academy throughout the world, making the teachings a lot more viable. The newspaper shows a man in a suit and cloak addressing himself as Rola Warson.
"The availability of magic should be accessible whether or not a person is of heritage."
The newspaper speaks as Morrow's eyes go through the words. In a poll that decides law, the Commoner Magic Act has been instigated and will now follow through in all available places fit for the teachings of sorcerers.
"This will get interesting."
Morrow taps on the mirror again in another pattern. And the driver begins to whisper to his horses.
"We will get there as soon as possible, Mr. Morrow–"
"But these horses are old and are war horses."
War horses are old as hell, but they can sense mana disparities from a 100 mile radius– essential for Private Drivers.
"Do not worry, old friend–"
"I am sure they won't scold me for being late."
He nods.
"I forgot that your voice is mana. It feels as though I'm speaking with you–"
"Haha! Old isn't right, my friend, as you are older than me… I feel it, you know?"
"Your mana makes you completely visible even to a blind man like myself."
The loud clacking of the horses fills the silence as Sain begins to speak again.
"A Dragfore. Rarer than most"
"Even if you hid your mana away, there is always that tingling sensation of danger whenever you're around–"
The carriage comes to a complete stop.
"The danger of…"
"Death"
Sain nodded as Morrow left the carriage. In front, there is a lonely gate with nothing around it but bushes and trees. The gate has 4 keyholes, each being unlocked with 4 specific spells unique to its holder.
"As wind blows and mountains cover"
"As fire spreads and water grows"
"As light shines and darkness loathes"
"I am here, here I will remain."
The gates begin to open as a shining light begins to envelop him. The sound of thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, and after a while, the sound of glass shattering can be heard. The bright light begins to calm, and the world can be seen again.
"Artesa, the academy of magic"
The sky is blue, and the scenery changes to a more calming tone, unlike the forest. There is a bustling town in the distance, and in front of the man is an entrance to the academy. The academy is as wide as a kingdom town, a large court structure and lavishly designed buildings that smell of nobility.
And a bridge that covers a span of 1 mile. Students run towards the gate of the main building. The opening ceremony is where the students are invited to be a part of the Whistling Gales. A trial ceremony where each student receives their unique wand or stalves from the World Tree.
"I–"
Morrow looks at the sky.
"I am pretty late."
Morrow puts his hand up and grabs what looks to be nothing and pulls his hand down. The sound of shattering can be heard as green, yellow, and red lights can be seen from his hand shaped like a mirror shattered. His body begins to distort and disappear.
Inside the main building. Many chairs are gathered around like in a grand hall; a woman stands before a pedestal and begins to speak.
"I am Leona, the eight-tailed fox–"
"I am the headmistress of this academy, twenty years since this academy was established. Once a hidden paradise for sorcerers, now a sanctuary for anyone with talent and expertise as magicians."
She places her hands on the pedestal, and the hall begins to light up as magic flows through the walls and the murals glow. The murals depict the burning of witches and the drowning of sorcerers, murals that depict war and chaos.
"This world was a cruel and unforgiving place for us once– not anymore."
"This academy will teach you the greatness and importance of magic and will hone your skills to the fullest."
"And then maybe one day the magic that has been taught to you would be–"
A distortion of green and yellow shows behind the headmistress, and a loud crash can be heard after. The glowing murals and bright lights are now gone because of it. The students gasped at the sight of Morrow.
"Hello, Professor Morrow."
The dust cloud begins to dissipate, and the room begins to light anew. The wood flooring is shattered as Morrow lies there.
"I'm sorry, I'm a bit late, aren't I?"
He stood up and picked up his briefcase and looked in front of him. The students were still shocked at the sight of him appearing out of nowhere. He picked up a quick smile and waved his hand around. The dust begins to spin as a tornado appears, cleaning up the remaining particles and wood.
The particles covered the wood and began to turn into ice. Morrow shot up a grin before putting his arms in an arrow shooting position. His arm begins to glow as a fire bow and arrow appear in his hands.
"Let me finish that sentence for you, headmistress–"
He shoots the fire arrow to the roof, causing the ice to explode and turn into snowflakes. The students in awe clap their hands as Morrow steps onto the pedestal.
"This, my students, is the beauty of magic. The wonders of sorcery, The–"
Hallmark of a Sorcerer