| | | | | Chapter 1 - Introduction
Millions of years ago, long before Wizard City, Marleybone, Dragonspyre, or even Celestia were in existence, there were 7 gods and godesses. Demira was the goddess of Death and Vita, Demira’s sister, was the goddess of Life. Pseuda was the goddess of Myth, and her brother, Div, was the god of Storm. Pyrim was the god of Fire and he had a brother, Glaci, the god of Ice. Last there was Libri, the order keeper of the world on which the 7 Gods lived, he was the god of Balance. They all lived on a small world—very small in fact, about the size of Ravenwood. The 4 families usually kept to themselves until….
“What is that, where’d the sun go?” said Vita, as her only source of light from outside the window slowly diminished. Vita was very much into writing in her diary, but it was impossible to do without proper lighting. She got up to look out the window.
“Demi, you’ve got to come and see this!” Vita ran outside though the door and just stared into the dark sky.
Demira ran outside with her, “What is it? What’s going on?” She looked around to see everyone else outside their houses as well, all just staring into the sky.
She looked up to see a rock, a really big rock. It was a huge rock, well, not really a rock at all, though it could be one, if it was smaller. No, with a size such as this, this couldn’t be just a rock, this was… a world. A different world, another world. All this time, they thought they lived alone in the universe, not knowing where they came from, just living, for thousands of years, by themselves. But this, this changed everything.
Chapter 2 – It’s a Tree!
The rock slowly lowered itself, level to the edge of the gods’ world. On it was a large… something. It had a tall, wide, brown body and very big green hair. It was like nothing they had seen before. It was… a tree. Yes, a tree. You see, the gods didn’t have trees on their world. The only thing that was on their world was 4 houses, some grass, and a pond. They had never seen a tree before, and the fact that the tree alone was half the size of their world didn’t help their minds grasp the fact that such a creature could exist.
“I am Bartleby,” the great tree spoke. “I have been watching you for quite some time now. In fact, I created you and this world on which you live. I’ve noticed that your lives have become rather redundant and I thought I’d give you something new to do. Come closer, enter my trunk.”
The 7 gods approached the large tree, and stepped up to Bartleby’s trunk where there stood a small wooden door. They all stood quietly as Libri put his hand on the handle. There was a bright light leaking from under the door and around its edges. Everyone was scared.
“Whatever happens from here on out, we all will stick together, agreed?”
Everyone nodded their head to Libri. He turned the doorknob and slowly opened the door. The great light poured into the gods’ eyes. Demira’s jet black hair looked pure white in the intense light. They stepped through the door and, as their eyes adjusted, they saw it standing there, right in front of a door in the middle of the room.
Chapter 3 – What is it?
They all stared dumbly at it.
Div, in his purple and yellow robes, took a small step closer and bent over a bit for a closer look. “What is it?”
“It looks like,” spoke Libri, “a miniature… God?”
“This is no god, Libri,” Bartleby’s loud, echoing voice said. “This is a human, a very young one at that. He is only 11 years old, and he’s got a brain like a sponge, ready to soak up any knowledge you give him. Before you teach him anything, you must choose him a name. You must all agree on this name as well, if one of you does not, then I will not allow him to learn any magic. You have one day to name him. I will return tomorrow, at this time.”
“You mean it have no name?” Pseuda said in her broken English. She spoke no other language, but she did have a strange accent, similar to ones you’ve encountered in Dragonsypre. She had a puzzled look on her face. She always looked like that though. Her same expression could commonly be seen on one of the many cyclopes she would summon. “And you say it only been alive 11 years? It so young! Can speak?”
“Yes I can speak,” said the human child. “I can speak quite well too. I love how you can conjure up minions to play with! And Glaci! Can you make it snow! I want to build a snowman! Oh! Demira! Please, I don’t like skeletons much… Don’t scare me with them!”
“Ha ha, fine. I won’t scare you little child. Now, let’s go to the pond and we can get to know you a little better.”
The 8 of them stepped back into the shade of the tree, and back onto their world. They sat around the pond. The boy spoke of where he had come from, but he knew nothing past what happened 2 years ago. The first thing he remembers was when he was 9 years old, and sitting in front of Bartleby. Bartleby told him that he would one day become powerful, but he didn’t say much else.
Libri stood up. “So, child, we must all decide on a name, why don’t we have you choose what you might like?”
“Oh, I’m not allowed to choose. It’s Bartleby’s rule. He has so many of them, but I’m not allowed to talk about them.”
“Well then, does anyone else have any ideas for a name?”
Vita spoke up. “How about… ummmmm… how about, I don’t know! I’ve never had to think of a name before. In fact, the only names I know are our names. Does anyone else know any names?”
Everyone shook their head.
Chapter 4 – Where should he sleep?
The sun was slowly setting and the 8 were looking pretty tired.
“I think it’s about time we turned in for the night,” said Libri as he stood up, stretched his arms, and yawned. “We should all take a rest, maybe we can think better tomorrow, after a good night’s sleep.”
They all nodded in agreement.
“Who will take the boy,” said Pyrim, in his fiery voice, “He does look like he could use a little rest as well.”
“Oh!” Vita stood up. “How about we have a quick tri-duel. Last team standing wins!”
“Yes, I love tri-dueling,” said Div. “And how about the winners of the tri-duel get to choose the name!” Everyone thought it was a great idea. Div and his sister were pretty good, but then again, one team usually had an advantage over the other two. It just depended on certain conditions. Div was definitely better during the rain, and Pyrim was better when it was hot outside. Demira had the advantage during the night time, but outside it was pretty shady, not quite night. It was cool, but not cold enough to give Glaci an advantage, but the coolness did affect Pyrim. It seemed that it was one of the rare occasions where no team had an actual advantage.
The 3 teams stood with their teammates, back to back. They made 3 corners of a triangle, and each team member was facing someone from another team. Libri didn’t play, he was just the judge. He stood in the middle, and the boy watched from across the pond, just as Libri told him to. Things tended to get a little dangerous when they tri-dueled.
“Ready,” yelled Libri. Just then, each team started glowing. Div and Pseuda glowed purple and blue, Vita and Demira glowed green and crimson. Glaci and Pyrim were orange and light blue. A balance symbol appeared in front of Libri as well.
“Set…” Everyone took their stance, bracing and readying their spells. Libri’s balance symbol broke and from the ground, a winged angel appeared carrying a golden balance in her right hand and a golden scimitar in her left. She had a black band over her eyes.
“Go!” Just then, a bright flash, a loud crack, and then… silence.
Chapter 5 – His name is…
The blindfolded angel quickly moved over one team, declaring them the winner, but it was too hard to see who it was. “Congratulations to the winners, Div and Pseuda!” With that, she raised her golden balance, and with a flash, she was gone.
“Yeah, we did it! I can’t believe I got it to work, and on the first try too!”
“No fair,” cried Vita. “Is he allowed to use wild bolt?”
“It’s fair Vita,” said Libri. “Besides, he’s only been able to get it working 1 in 10 times. He took a big risk using it, but it paid off.” Libri motioned to the boy to come and join them. “Tonight, you’re going to be staying with Div and Pseuda. Go with them now.”
“Alright, we go to sleep now,” said Pseuda. “Good night to all.”
Everyone headed inside their houses, the young boy following closely behind Div and Pseuda into their house. It was a very large house, three or four stories (it was hard to tell from the outside). It was decorated in an ancient fashion, with many statues of different mythological creatures including a serpent, a fish-like man with a lightning bolt in one hand, a troll-like creature with a club in one hand, and a two-headed dog.
“You’re bedroom is this way, follow me,” said Div. The boy stuck by Div’s side as they went up and down countless flights of stairs. The boy was scared that Div might’ve gotten them lost, but it seemed as though Div definitely knew where they were headed. They both stopped in front of an extremely tall and ornate door. It was made entirely of Marble, and had a large storm symbol on it. The door had no handle, it just looked like a giant slab of rock—maybe it wasn’t a door it all. “This is your room for tonight.” Div put his hand on the slab of marble, and it vanished unveiling a huge room, it seemed bigger than the whole world they lived on, and it was definitely bigger than the house itself. The room was filled with a huge bed; it seemed made for a man that was around 15 feet tall. There were tables of delicious looking dishes and desserts. There was a wall of windows 20 feet tall, a huge fire place, with a fire blazing inside it. The room was a dream, and it belonged to the boy for the night. “I’ll wake you up in the morning. Good night now.”
“Good night, and thank you!” The boy walked inside and Div closed the door behind him.
“It’s time, it’s time!” Div came racing to the boy’s room, grabbed his arm and in a bright flash they were instantly outside, standing in front of Bartleby.
“Have you a name for the boy,” stated Bartleby.
“Yes. We all agreed that Pseuda and I will decide on the name. His name is…”
Chapter 6 – Time to pack
“His name is Merle,” said Div, “That is what Pseuda and I agreed on, Merle.”
“An excellent choice for the name of a wizard. Merle, please step forward. It is time for me to bestow the power of a wizard upon you.”
The young boy timidly stepped up to giant tree.
“Get on one knee and bow your head,” said Bartleby
Just as he bowed his head, Merle started to glow. The glow had no definite color, but at different angles, it was possible to see every color, and every shade of every color. It was magnificent. Just as quickly as it happened, the glow diminished. Merle stood up.
“You are ready. Merle, you are the first wizard. You will be unique to any wizard though for you are capable of delving into any schools of magic you wish. Now, for your next task, Merle, you must choose which class of magic to learn first. Pick, now, who you would like your first teacher to be.”
“Umm, I like everyone. You were all so nice, and fun! But, if I have to choose only one, I will choose Div as my first teacher.
“Wise choice young wizard,” said Bartleby. “Div will teach you storm magic. Storm magic is brutally strong, but while much of storm’s magic focuses on strength, a storm wizard’s defenses and accuracy tends to be low.”
“You can say that again!” said Div.
“Wise choice young wizard,” said Bartleby. “Div will teach you storm magic. Storm magic is brutally strong, but while much of storm’s magic focuses on strength, a storm wizard’s defenses and accuracy tend to be low.”
“I didn’t mean for you to actually say it again. It’s just an expression…”
“Oh, well carry on. You’ve got a lot to learn Merle. Tomorrow, you will also start on your adventure, the one I’ve been telling you about. Div, you might want to pack for a long trip.”
“What!? Pack for a LONG trip? Where am I going!!??”
“Ha ha,” Bartleby laughed. “You’ll find that out tomorrow.” | | | | |
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