The Mages of Okilear stood around the child who would become their 47th testsubject. She was a strange child, with unnatural features. They had made sure that no one would miss her in case that she wouldn't survive. The Mage's long cloaks flowed behind them as they walked around the room between different herbs and three small cauldrons with three different liquids in them. The child who lied on the table tugged at the leather straps that held her down and looked frantically around the room with panic filled eyes. One of the 7 Mages stood beside her and held the child's hand as she tried to soothe her panic, but when her words didn't work she gently placed her hand on the child's forehead.
"V'icr omter" a gentle red light emerged from the Mage's palm and the child stopped struggling.
"The potions are ready" says one of the Mages as she poured up the potions into equally big vials.
"Then we shall begin" the Mage who stood beside the child took the first vial and put it to the child's mouth as another Mage began to cast the spell.
"Jescht miont d'caer heqiew. Jescht miont d'caer heqiew" the Mage closed her eyes and had her hands reached out towards the child. Green light radiated from the Mage as she continued to chant the spell.
The child's scream bounced off the stonewalls in the secret chamber, even so the Mage continued. After two hours they gave the child the second potion and after two more the last one. Now it was a waiting game. Ten hours after beginning another Mage took over and like that it continued day out and day in. The child's screams in pain continued and after fourteen days after non-stop chanting, the child's scream stopped.
"Did it work?" one of the Mage's asked.
"I don't know, all we can do now is to let her rest. One of us will have to be beside her every second of the day, of course we'll take turns" another Mage answers and picked up the child.
The child was exhausted and limp in the Mage's arms as she carried the child to a bed. The Mage tucked her in before sitting down on a chair. The other Mages went to sleep after some very strenuous days.
The Mages took turns on watching over the child and making sure she was alive. After another fourteen days the child gave off the sign that she was awake. The Mage that was guarding her called for the other Mages and when the child opened her eyes and sat up, a cheer of joy and relief was heard from the Mages. They had made the first Mutant Mage.
After they had calmed down they turned to the child.
"You made it. Welcome. Ma'qaeria, Mage of Peace and Justice"
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The Rage Of The White Dove
FantasyI don't remember much of my childhood, the Mages said that I was an orphan and that my parents are dead. They said that they were traveling in the hunt of suitable orphans that they could try their experiment on, when they came across me. I was dirt...
