Thread: [Middie] The Replacement [Vali]

In a darkened dorm room, hidden away deeply within the single greatest magical academy in the known world, where individuals are trained from a very young age to serve their kingdoms as fully developed Mages, masters of the magical energy of the world. Kael was one such mage, a typical student struggling in his studies, he had been working on the exams that all the boys his age took. Struggling in his exams. The Fifteen-year-old male sat in a circle he had crudely etched into the floor, his robes spread about his slim body, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling peacefully as he sat cross-legged in front of a sword planted into the ground. The male was good looking for his age, and fairly skilled with his magic, having blown through his exams, but still he desired more, and this was just the ticket for deeper learning. Hours of meticulous study had gone into the summoning, around the boy's dorm books were piled nearly to the ceiling, several scattered conspicuously around the center of the large room in a huge circle, engraved into the floor and scrawled over the boards, elegant arcane scrawlings surrounding the set of glyphs on the floor. The markings made it quite obvious what the intent of the circle was. Kael, the young mage was attempting a summoning, an advanced magic that only masters attempted to do. The male was summoning something that would aid him in his quest for knowledge, this would be the last night he spent in his own dorm before moving in with or at least closer to the Mage who would be training him for what would be more like six years. The young man began the ritual, whispering the arcane words of the incantation required for this particular summoning, the texts were obscure, and it was a high level summoning, likely some kind of demon that could aid him... Unfortunate he had the wrong Number so to speak, instead of a knowledgeable spirit he was summoning something else. Mist began to rise from the floor and sparks shot from the blade, the floor lighting up as the dust around his room settled, a miniature whirlwind surrounding his form. Kael reached out to the blade, running his finger down the edge, creating a slice that added his own blood to the mixture, and on the other, a sticky, white substance... Kael had blushed deeply when he learned he would have to extract that ingredient, and why it would be needed for such a thing.but he did it anyway. Kael woke up the morning after, slumped over his books as many of the other boys did his age, though he had passed out during the summoning, which was distressing., hours of long studying marked the life of an apprentice mage, that and attending classes in one of the many colorful courtyards around the huge academy known as the Ivory Tower. Kael looked up from his makeshift bed, blinking as he noticed the sun's position overhead. Oh no A groan left Kael's lips. The male rummaged through the books lying around, the number reminding him of his own failed summoning, despite the level of the summoning spell he tried, no arcane master appeared, not even a frog or anything else. The male gathered his appearance together with a huff, taking his things and cleaning up the markings he had made overnight. He was late, he had slept in after the late night of cleaning. The male gathered his robes, throwing them on and straightening his appearance. Kael straightened his hair, moving the messy, long bluish-black feathered strands so they weren't in his way, instead allowing them to hang scattered elsewhere before he tied them back, adjusting the robes that hung over his lithe form and tying on the various belts that fastened the normally loose garment closer to his body to allow more freedom in his movements. He had no idea who his new instructor would be, and despite that he was still a little wild looking he had to make first impressions. The young mage rushed from his chambers, carefully opening and closing his door, walking dorn the halls, patting the blue-green robes that covered his form, moving out into the marbled halls of the Ivory Tower, and heading through the many arched structures, past courtyards with vibrant colors of the many exotic plants that lined the walkways in the open air academy. Kael smirked, the academy was beautiful, carved stone, marble glossed so well it was seemingly made of ivory, open-air architecture, it was obviously a home to the practitioners of the arcane. The young male turned down one of the paths, heading into a large auditorium, the place where he would meet his new instructor.