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Chapter 37: Of A Training Day with Hector
Kane opened his eyes, and did not see Mage to his left, where he slept, but instead saw him to his right, on a log, waiting for Kane to get up. Kane rubbed his eyes, the tiredness gradually leaving him to peace, and he noticed two things: First, there was something that looked like a flesh-and-bone Quartolf next to Mage, and Mage had a thing around his neck that looked like a little flat diamond. Kane assumed that it was simply an interesting rock Mage had found, but the jackal-thing was another question.
While stretching, Kane asked, “Mage… why is there a jackal next to you? I thought you liked to keep to yourself like an old Shaglie.” Mage chuckled, with Sohan staring at Kane as if he was not so smart.
“Kane, this is Sohan. He was just wandering the woods, and most people know that Chronokals are good pets to Time Magicians, like me. Now come on and get your breakfast. Hector will be here soon, and I don’t want him to wait. He is rather impatient, and he gets more and more like a hungry Flamitherer waiting to strike the more he waits.” Mage explained. He then brought out a little box of food from his satchel. It was a wonder how he kept it organized. He handed the box to Kane, and inside was a small Leieat pancake, mixed in with Hourberries and a small bottle of Zapaya sauce next to it. There was even Kramon Bacon on the side.
Kane eyed the cake hungrily, and with a flick of his right wrist, a clump of dirt was pulled from the ground, and it was formed into a solid fork. He even made a plate from the clump, and soon, he was wolfing down the meal with dirt. Interesting traditions, the Disciples of Bouldrien have. After several minutes, the plate was cleaned by Kane, and e was pumped and ready for learning. “That was a great breakfast Mage! How did you make that? I thought you didn’t really know how to cook.” Kane stated. Mage shrugged, and looked at a little book that was on his lap.
“Its a little wonder one can do if you have Time Magic, rations, and a little book from Reicha. But don’t expect meals like that every day, we need to keep moving, and I won’t want to stop time much. It really gets me concerned if those Spy-Bots are gazing around in the sky.” Mage explained. Kane understood, and within a few moments, there was a great flash of light, and the familiar crimson hair of Hector was visible.
“About time I came back! I was ready to teach you right from the get-go, but Jeremaeus wanted me to get ready. Are you ready Kane?” Hector exclaimed. Kane readied himself into a defensive stance. Right when Hector was going to demonstrate, he gave a wide-eyed look, as if he forgot something, then remembered it. “Whoops, almost forgot. First, you need to have a special enchantment to keep you from getting burns. Rule for newbies. This’ll sting a bit.” Hector stated, while making movements with his hand. He then pressed down hard on Kane’s head, there was a bit of a smell of fire, and Kane, giving a short cry of pain, felt his head, making sure nothing was broken. Hector, now satisfied, explained further, “ Alright, now that you are all safe, it is time to start with the basics. Fire comes from the heat made from rubbing things together, so for the magic to work, you need to have the dust rub with the other dust floating in the air, so it will ignite, and whammo! You got fiery fists! Now, just focus on something hot, and punch the air.”
Kane thought of the fire in his old home, beneath the surface of Magika before, and when he gave a good, but weak, punch, a small flame appeared, surrounding his balled up hand. Surprised, Kane jumped back, almost running into Mage, who was a spectator. Hector was pleased.
“Alright, you got the Fire! You did well for your first try! Most Apprentices have to take several punches before they get a spark! Now, do a few more, this time, think of something a bit warmer, like an inferno or something!” Hector yelled.And so they practiced, with Kane growing ever closer to the day in which he must face Darcius once and for all.
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In the Resistance base of Zapasia, Erian was busy training with the other recruits, who were all much bigger and beefier than him. He stood listening to the instructor’s commands, wondering when the actual session would begin, and his thoughts drifted to General Darien. Why was he so concerned in the well-being of Magika. Besides the fact he was the general of the Magikal Police of old, he had a purpose in mind besides Shadien. There was some drive focused in Darien that none of the other soldiers had.
While pondering, he was smacked across the head to get attention. He fell to the ground, and the other trainees laughed. They even made snarky remarks, all involving that maybe he should have stayed as a librarian. When they were calmed down by the strict instructor, they practiced against some training dummies with their magic. Erian simply stood there, watching the other trainees. Will he even make a difference in the fight?
~~~~
Back in the Vigil, there were measures underway to ensure the survival of the Corrupted. With the 300 souls, there was a lot to make sure that the small force of Corrjudges would be adequate for the small population of Magikans left. Corrjudges are the special select few of Magika that gave judgement in Magika, particularly on whether or not a Magikan is Corrupt. The 30, 500 left living in the world altogether posed a particular problem, especially since the few Corrupted had very short life spans, about a decade or so after Corruption. Only the elite elected by Shadien himself lived for about 300 years. Darcius needed all of the Corrupted he could get.
Chapter 37: Of A Training Day with Hector
Kane opened his eyes, and did not see Mage to his left, where he slept, but instead saw him to his right, on a log, waiting for Kane to get up. Kane rubbed his eyes, the tiredness gradually leaving him to peace, and he noticed two things: First, there was something that looked like a flesh-and-bone Quartolf next to Mage, and Mage had a thing around his neck that looked like a little flat diamond. Kane assumed that it was simply an interesting rock Mage had found, but the jackal-thing was another question.
While stretching, Kane asked, “Mage… why is there a jackal next to you? I thought you liked to keep to yourself like an old Shaglie.” Mage chuckled, with Sohan staring at Kane as if he was not so smart.
“Kane, this is Sohan. He was just wandering the woods, and most people know that Chronokals are good pets to Time Magicians, like me. Now come on and get your breakfast. Hector will be here soon, and I don’t want him to wait. He is rather impatient, and he gets more and more like a hungry Flamitherer waiting to strike the more he waits.” Mage explained. He then brought out a little box of food from his satchel. It was a wonder how he kept it organized. He handed the box to Kane, and inside was a small Leieat pancake, mixed in with Hourberries and a small bottle of Zapaya sauce next to it. There was even Kramon Bacon on the side.
Kane eyed the cake hungrily, and with a flick of his right wrist, a clump of dirt was pulled from the ground, and it was formed into a solid fork. He even made a plate from the clump, and soon, he was wolfing down the meal with dirt. Interesting traditions, the Disciples of Bouldrien have. After several minutes, the plate was cleaned by Kane, and e was pumped and ready for learning. “That was a great breakfast Mage! How did you make that? I thought you didn’t really know how to cook.” Kane stated. Mage shrugged, and looked at a little book that was on his lap.
“Its a little wonder one can do if you have Time Magic, rations, and a little book from Reicha. But don’t expect meals like that every day, we need to keep moving, and I won’t want to stop time much. It really gets me concerned if those Spy-Bots are gazing around in the sky.” Mage explained. Kane understood, and within a few moments, there was a great flash of light, and the familiar crimson hair of Hector was visible.
“About time I came back! I was ready to teach you right from the get-go, but Jeremaeus wanted me to get ready. Are you ready Kane?” Hector exclaimed. Kane readied himself into a defensive stance. Right when Hector was going to demonstrate, he gave a wide-eyed look, as if he forgot something, then remembered it. “Whoops, almost forgot. First, you need to have a special enchantment to keep you from getting burns. Rule for newbies. This’ll sting a bit.” Hector stated, while making movements with his hand. He then pressed down hard on Kane’s head, there was a bit of a smell of fire, and Kane, giving a short cry of pain, felt his head, making sure nothing was broken. Hector, now satisfied, explained further, “ Alright, now that you are all safe, it is time to start with the basics. Fire comes from the heat made from rubbing things together, so for the magic to work, you need to have the dust rub with the other dust floating in the air, so it will ignite, and whammo! You got fiery fists! Now, just focus on something hot, and punch the air.”
Kane thought of the fire in his old home, beneath the surface of Magika before, and when he gave a good, but weak, punch, a small flame appeared, surrounding his balled up hand. Surprised, Kane jumped back, almost running into Mage, who was a spectator. Hector was pleased.
“Alright, you got the Fire! You did well for your first try! Most Apprentices have to take several punches before they get a spark! Now, do a few more, this time, think of something a bit warmer, like an inferno or something!” Hector yelled.And so they practiced, with Kane growing ever closer to the day in which he must face Darcius once and for all.
~~~~
In the Resistance base of Zapasia, Erian was busy training with the other recruits, who were all much bigger and beefier than him. He stood listening to the instructor’s commands, wondering when the actual session would begin, and his thoughts drifted to General Darien. Why was he so concerned in the well-being of Magika. Besides the fact he was the general of the Magikal Police of old, he had a purpose in mind besides Shadien. There was some drive focused in Darien that none of the other soldiers had.
While pondering, he was smacked across the head to get attention. He fell to the ground, and the other trainees laughed. They even made snarky remarks, all involving that maybe he should have stayed as a librarian. When they were calmed down by the strict instructor, they practiced against some training dummies with their magic. Erian simply stood there, watching the other trainees. Will he even make a difference in the fight?
~~~~
Back in the Vigil, there were measures underway to ensure the survival of the Corrupted. With the 300 souls, there was a lot to make sure that the small force of Corrjudges would be adequate for the small population of Magikans left. Corrjudges are the special select few of Magika that gave judgement in Magika, particularly on whether or not a Magikan is Corrupt. The 30, 500 left living in the world altogether posed a particular problem, especially since the few Corrupted had very short life spans, about a decade or so after Corruption. Only the elite elected by Shadien himself lived for about 300 years. Darcius needed all of the Corrupted he could get.