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Lavender held her breath and unconsciously gripped the full skirt of her dress. Nervousness racked her, leaving her unable to hear the instructor before them.
She was in a dimly lit room with four other magi and seven to-be guardians lined against the far wall. The five magi stood in a semi circle around a large translucent dome: the aura of manifest. Here they would each in turn find out their special mystic talents which would govern the rest of their lives. Should their true skill be great they would be set to help protect their native kingdom, some of which seemed to be itching for war. If their talent were more minute, they would likely return home to aid with the daily needs of the people. In either case, once receiving title of Mage, their status in society would permanently be elevated to the equivalence of the aristocracy.
This fact, Lavender tried to remind herself of to calm her racing nerves. Surely, no matter what her talents would be, life would be better than before.
The instructor, in a dry tone, called the magi beside her. All the others seemed to exhale with relief and anticipation. The young man stepped into the spell-dome. As they had been all instructed to do, he took a deep breath and asked the spell around him to draw out his truest power. It didn't take too long, but in a brilliant display the dome ignited all inside. Fire licked around the young man without hurting him.
Eventually, all the fire absorbed into him and the dome returned to normal. One of the guaridans stepped forward. As if possessed by the aura around him, the young Fire Mage shot a blast at the armored young woman. She held up her sheild straight in front of her. The fire raced toward the metal disc. It stopped just before clashing with the metal and seemed to waiver in the air. Slowly the fire disappeared until naught but an ember hit the shield. The instructor declared they had a match and congratulated them with light applause. Everyone followed suit. There was a brief interlude as they returned to their places before the next magi was called.
She was in a dimly lit room with four other magi and seven to-be guardians lined against the far wall. The five magi stood in a semi circle around a large translucent dome: the aura of manifest. Here they would each in turn find out their special mystic talents which would govern the rest of their lives. Should their true skill be great they would be set to help protect their native kingdom, some of which seemed to be itching for war. If their talent were more minute, they would likely return home to aid with the daily needs of the people. In either case, once receiving title of Mage, their status in society would permanently be elevated to the equivalence of the aristocracy.
This fact, Lavender tried to remind herself of to calm her racing nerves. Surely, no matter what her talents would be, life would be better than before.
The instructor, in a dry tone, called the magi beside her. All the others seemed to exhale with relief and anticipation. The young man stepped into the spell-dome. As they had been all instructed to do, he took a deep breath and asked the spell around him to draw out his truest power. It didn't take too long, but in a brilliant display the dome ignited all inside. Fire licked around the young man without hurting him.
Eventually, all the fire absorbed into him and the dome returned to normal. One of the guaridans stepped forward. As if possessed by the aura around him, the young Fire Mage shot a blast at the armored young woman. She held up her sheild straight in front of her. The fire raced toward the metal disc. It stopped just before clashing with the metal and seemed to waiver in the air. Slowly the fire disappeared until naught but an ember hit the shield. The instructor declared they had a match and congratulated them with light applause. Everyone followed suit. There was a brief interlude as they returned to their places before the next magi was called.