04-16-2009, 01:01 AM
After my encounter with that...weirdo, I moved on to a higher altitude area, I saw mountains in the distance, and so I went. It was pretty steady journey, no enemies, no nothin'. Then...if I had to guess, it was a warship coming through a dimensional field, but it may not have been. As the gigantic ship passed over me, I wondered how some cities could be that industrial without affecting the environment. I obviously lacked hiking gear, so the swords came in handy. I stabbed them into the mountain, and started scaling it, every time I found level ground, I took a small break.
Eventually, I made it pretty far up, but then, of course... avalanche. The storm of frozen water came down on me like a brick wall, and I got thrown off the mountain. I had about fifteen seconds to think, as I had made it pretty far up. I figured if the weird guy was right, I could channel my power into the swords, and at least lighten the fall using the brief shock wave magic seemed to create. I used my sword to fire a burst of magical energy, and it stopped my fall briefly, but I did it too early, and I knocked myself out. Figures.
When I woke up, I was sitting against a pillar in a golden hall. At first, I thought I was in heaven, but I was wrong, when my vision fully returned, I saw no angels, just two thrones. For some reason, only one was occupied, it was the King, apparentally. He wore the stereotypical clothing for a King, the crown and all, although, it seemed out of place on him....maybe it was all the alcohol grails lying around him? Anyway, he was still drunk, because he was speaking non-sense to me.
"Hello, Zera, I expect my son's body is working fine for you, even though you seemed to have abused it to some degree. As I see you're injured, and because you wouldn't wake up when I asked you to, you must've been knocked out. Tell me, who did this?"
I replied simply and clearly, so that the drunk bastard would understand. "No, this is my body, maybe you shouldn't drink so much before talking to visitors, eh? Second of all, I knocked myself out....well, an avalanche knocked me out, but no one caused it.".
The King let out a sigh of aggravation, I guess I was wrong, he wasn't drunk, just stressed about something, he told me I was an AI put into his son's head after a fatal accident at a school that taught magic. A student went overboard and made him a vegetable. The King decided to send me to the biological weapon company, 'X-Cell Corp' to be turned into a weapon for his kingdom.
I guess that means they let me out on purpose...dammit.
"We are in a time of great peril.", the King told me, although, I wasn't surprised, "We need you to help lead a portion of my army to fight someone who has learned both the Holy and Necromantic arts. Adopting a darker version of the paladin armor, and wielding the volatile abilities of a necromancer. Since they're a new kind of profession, we had to come up with a name for them, but on such short notice, we refer to them as Necro Paladins. So, what will you do?"
I told him I'd help, but only if I could live in the Castle, and be taught how to use a sword effectively, as well as use magic effectively. The King was surprised I had not known these things, but granted me the use of a room, and some of the best trainers in the Kingdom to help me with my faults.
One of them was a kid my age, which I found to be unbelievable. His hair was phoenix blonde, and what I mean by that is that it's really blonde on top of his hair, but the ends of his lowest head hair it is orange-red. The King told me this kid was able to use his optimistic attitude to channel his magic energy faster, and stronger than most other mages in the army, and could use rage to wield weapons with great precision. Unlike other magic i saw wearing robes, he simply wore a white shirt, white pants with gold sewed into them to make beautiful designs. Basically, he wore white and gold everything.
"Alright, well, you're gonna study this really boring book, write tons of notes, and next year, if you're fast enough, you can start practicing magic.", the kid handed me a 13,598 page book, and an equally thick and heavy book with blank pages. I looked at him like he was nuts. There was no possible way I good get all of this shit read in a year, not with my reading habits, besides, it looked like whoever wrote the damned book tried cramming as many words as they could just to agitate the reader's eyes. As I stood there, speechless, he started to laugh, "You know I'm kidding, right? That's just a reference book in case you ever wanna look up a specific magic. Just tell we what magics you wanna learn, and we can get started.".
Although I was relieved, I was a little pissed off, because I hate getting tricked. "How about we see how well you can fight?", I asked him, aggressively, of course. He smiled, and accepted.
I saw my sword were gone! Had they been taken or something? I looked around frantically, and my teacher was holding them in his hands.
"This is magic class.", he said, setting them down next to him. "I won't let you learn until you can take these from me. Using magic, of course.". He was making me feel like an idiot, I didn't know anything about magic except for the attacking type, so I just told him I'd come back tomorrow after I read the book. Then I walked to my weapons instructor, who, after seeing I didn't have my weapons, told me to come back tomorrow with them. On my way back to my room, the weird guy was back, his shoes making an echoing clack on the floor as he approached me.
The stranger stood in front of me, and told me if i had the time, go to the Castle's courtyard, and he would teach me an important technique that I should've learned how to do by now. When he told me this, he seemed a little pissed, and walked down the hall I had just came from. From there, I went to my room, and studied up on spells that could teleport objects from one place to another.
Eventually, I made it pretty far up, but then, of course... avalanche. The storm of frozen water came down on me like a brick wall, and I got thrown off the mountain. I had about fifteen seconds to think, as I had made it pretty far up. I figured if the weird guy was right, I could channel my power into the swords, and at least lighten the fall using the brief shock wave magic seemed to create. I used my sword to fire a burst of magical energy, and it stopped my fall briefly, but I did it too early, and I knocked myself out. Figures.
When I woke up, I was sitting against a pillar in a golden hall. At first, I thought I was in heaven, but I was wrong, when my vision fully returned, I saw no angels, just two thrones. For some reason, only one was occupied, it was the King, apparentally. He wore the stereotypical clothing for a King, the crown and all, although, it seemed out of place on him....maybe it was all the alcohol grails lying around him? Anyway, he was still drunk, because he was speaking non-sense to me.
"Hello, Zera, I expect my son's body is working fine for you, even though you seemed to have abused it to some degree. As I see you're injured, and because you wouldn't wake up when I asked you to, you must've been knocked out. Tell me, who did this?"
I replied simply and clearly, so that the drunk bastard would understand. "No, this is my body, maybe you shouldn't drink so much before talking to visitors, eh? Second of all, I knocked myself out....well, an avalanche knocked me out, but no one caused it.".
The King let out a sigh of aggravation, I guess I was wrong, he wasn't drunk, just stressed about something, he told me I was an AI put into his son's head after a fatal accident at a school that taught magic. A student went overboard and made him a vegetable. The King decided to send me to the biological weapon company, 'X-Cell Corp' to be turned into a weapon for his kingdom.
I guess that means they let me out on purpose...dammit.
"We are in a time of great peril.", the King told me, although, I wasn't surprised, "We need you to help lead a portion of my army to fight someone who has learned both the Holy and Necromantic arts. Adopting a darker version of the paladin armor, and wielding the volatile abilities of a necromancer. Since they're a new kind of profession, we had to come up with a name for them, but on such short notice, we refer to them as Necro Paladins. So, what will you do?"
I told him I'd help, but only if I could live in the Castle, and be taught how to use a sword effectively, as well as use magic effectively. The King was surprised I had not known these things, but granted me the use of a room, and some of the best trainers in the Kingdom to help me with my faults.
One of them was a kid my age, which I found to be unbelievable. His hair was phoenix blonde, and what I mean by that is that it's really blonde on top of his hair, but the ends of his lowest head hair it is orange-red. The King told me this kid was able to use his optimistic attitude to channel his magic energy faster, and stronger than most other mages in the army, and could use rage to wield weapons with great precision. Unlike other magic i saw wearing robes, he simply wore a white shirt, white pants with gold sewed into them to make beautiful designs. Basically, he wore white and gold everything.
"Alright, well, you're gonna study this really boring book, write tons of notes, and next year, if you're fast enough, you can start practicing magic.", the kid handed me a 13,598 page book, and an equally thick and heavy book with blank pages. I looked at him like he was nuts. There was no possible way I good get all of this shit read in a year, not with my reading habits, besides, it looked like whoever wrote the damned book tried cramming as many words as they could just to agitate the reader's eyes. As I stood there, speechless, he started to laugh, "You know I'm kidding, right? That's just a reference book in case you ever wanna look up a specific magic. Just tell we what magics you wanna learn, and we can get started.".
Although I was relieved, I was a little pissed off, because I hate getting tricked. "How about we see how well you can fight?", I asked him, aggressively, of course. He smiled, and accepted.
I saw my sword were gone! Had they been taken or something? I looked around frantically, and my teacher was holding them in his hands.
"This is magic class.", he said, setting them down next to him. "I won't let you learn until you can take these from me. Using magic, of course.". He was making me feel like an idiot, I didn't know anything about magic except for the attacking type, so I just told him I'd come back tomorrow after I read the book. Then I walked to my weapons instructor, who, after seeing I didn't have my weapons, told me to come back tomorrow with them. On my way back to my room, the weird guy was back, his shoes making an echoing clack on the floor as he approached me.
The stranger stood in front of me, and told me if i had the time, go to the Castle's courtyard, and he would teach me an important technique that I should've learned how to do by now. When he told me this, he seemed a little pissed, and walked down the hall I had just came from. From there, I went to my room, and studied up on spells that could teleport objects from one place to another.
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