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It's been five years since Nyne awakened and gained access to magic.
Nyne sauntered through the forest. He had grown much taller and had a manlier physique, with the few strands of beard that struggled to show themselves on his chin.
He had a sword in one hand, a spell sign on the other. One could count his steps leisurely seeing how casually he took them. Squeaking sounds spread all around, from many directions in the forest.
It soon appeared. The creature he was after - the Agri. The Agri came down at Nyne at a fast speed. Its jagged peak going ahead of its body as it flew down towards the sorcerer. Nyne conjured an unseen force of magical energy struck the Agri. This energy sent it flying upwards in a haphazard manner. The magical power could be likened to a blast. The outcome of Nyne's spell - Blaest.
The Agri returned, flying in circles over the sorcerer. A feathery material pierced the air, travelling down at Nyne. He could barely see it since pitch dark of the night covered the forest. Nyne screeched in pain and stepped back a few steps. The Agri rained down its sharp feathers afterwards. Feathers as hard as steel.
Clank! Clank! The sound of a blade clashing with feathers hard as iron.
Nyne's sword clashed with the raining feathers as he parried the ones he could before casting a barrier spell over himself. The Agri squeaked loudly on smelling blood, Nyne's blood. The wound on the sorcerer's arm from the Agri's attack had started to bleed.
"Yes! Come and get some!" Nyne dared.
The Agri fired downwards once more towards the sorcerer. Nyne placed his hands over the blade of his sword. His magical energy flowed from his palm into the hilt of his weapon, embellishing his blade with his Aer. The blade of the young man turned coal black with silvery markings appearing on it.
He enchanted his blade with a single word.
"Incatmre," Nyne said.
"Come...and...get...some!" he reiterated.
The moment the Agri flew into the range of his intended attack, Nyne did not fail to brandish his sword in a vertical slash that released blackened Aer at the flying creature. The black Aer travelled like a projectile to the Agri and successfully split it apart, its slimy fluid soiling the barrier of energy that surrounded Nyne as the beast crashed into the trees of the forest.
He nudged the dead creature with his weapon. "That should give enough coins to last a while," he muttered.
It did not take long after for the head of the slain beast to roll through the ground of the forest, and Nyne sheathing his weapon afterwards.
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"Open the gates!" shouted one of the guards at the walls.
Nyne rode back to the Labronkath, a citadel of sorcery, with the severed head of the Agri. The Labronkath was many things that the the truths could no longer be set apart from the fables.
Thud! The head of the Agri, in a brown sack, landed on the table with a dull impact. Blood seeped through the sack and wet the table upon which it was laid.
"Here you go, Chesca," Nyne said, "the coins?"
"Welcome back, Nyne," the beautiful lady behind the counter greeted. Her name, Chesca Reimyr.
Nyne spoke with his mouth but his eyes saw other things. Shamelessly, he stared at and to his fill, Chesca's big breasts.
"Here you go!" Chesca said, adding a loud tone to her voice having said the same thing five times already. That was how lost in her bosoms Nyne was.
"Nice tattoo, Chesca. When did you get that one?"
"Two days agone. Thanks by the way."
"By a thousand hells, I wouldn't have figured you for a cross person. Nice pick."
They both laughed it off.
"Well well, if it isn't our fast rising Aepari. The Agri must have been quite a hectic beast for you, Nyne," a voice mocked as he approached Nyne.
Nyne sighed. Chesca could tell that he was already tired of whatever Makr had to say.
"Makr Reimyr," Nyne muttered.
"What do you want with my beloved, beloved sister, boy?"
"He was just leaving," Chesca said, fixing her gaze back on Nyne, "weren't you, Nyne?"
She spoke to stop the trouble that was bound to happen. Chesca knew full well that her brother and Nyne did not see eye to eye.
"He'd better," Makr responded.
"Stop it, you two!"
The three looked to see the head of the Labronkath staring down.
"Master Reshi," Nyne uttered.
"Lecrem. Come," Reshi called.
Nyne hurriedly swooped his sack of coins from Chesca's hand and climbed upstairs.
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"When do you leave for your village?" Reshi asked as Nyne walked into his study.
"Tomorrow, at first light, master. Is there anything you'd like me to do for you".
"No. Not exactly. I will just ask another. I shall see you when you get back. The harmattan is upon us"
"Thank you, master," Nyne bowed before leaving.
Nyne halted when he reached to door and turned to master Reshi. "Is anything the matter, master?" he asked.
Reshi shook his head but his face said otherwise. Nyne neither pushed harder nor put much thought into it as he left.
It's been five years since Nyne was brought to the sorcerers of the Labronkath for his training.
After Gweyn witnessed Nyne unintentionally destroy one of the treasured tools of magic - the Tasse Aerythen, she deemed the child an anomaly. An anomaly that belonged to the sorcerers of the capital, for only them had the knowledge to understand whatever Nyne was.
The Aepari came for Nyne sometime after that incident and took him from his father. His father though heartbroken understood that it was a necessity. Tryve knew that he could not train Nyne by himself. For five years, Nyne was gone. Not a single word from him to his family. Not a word from the Aepari.
It was as though Nyne ceased to exist in their lives.
It was the fifteenth day in the present month. Everywhere had eventually become dry and dusty. The air was very cold and sharp to the nostrils. It was the season of the harmattan.
Nyne rode Cloud through the arid plains on his way back to Payre. Nyne had gotten the chance to see his family again and ceased it. The young troublesome boy they knew had grown into a fine young adult man. He could not wait to tell the tales of his exploits to Fyve, or show his father how much control he now had over magic - something that at a time in his life was only a dream.
An unprovoked smile showed on Nyne's face. "Fyve. Father. I'll be home soon, just wait for me."
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"I only just found out myself," Reshi said, speaking to another master of the Labronkath.
The masters were in a heated argument over an important subject.
"You know what that could do to him, Reshi. That child, for now, is unstable"
"That, we all know but I cannot deny him. I beg you to respect his decision from here on out," Reshi pleaded with his fellow masters.
"Even you know that's not for you and I to solely decide, Reshi. That's the duty of the everyone of us."
"How long ago did this happen, Reshi," the blind master among them asked.
"Some days ago," Reshi answered.
"And you believe 'that group' to be involved, Reshi?"
Reshi nodded with all confidence. "Yes, master Trathmir."
