Amenza

Chapter 3

   Cheruson and Amenza continue to work until finally, the day of the ceremony arrived.

   Cheruson and Amenza were talking about the weather, when King Cas walked in with his guards. "Good morning King Cas, what's up?" Amenza asked, as he sipped his tea. "I like that phrase. What's up, it's fun. Anyway, tomorrow is the day of the ceremony. I wanted to come and make sure you two had at least decent clothes for tomorrow."

   "Yep, I've got a nice dress." King Cas nods. "And what about you, Amenza?" Everyone turns to Amenza, as he looks away, and starts whistling. "Amenza!" Everyone, including the bodyguards, yell. They've started taking a liking to the young man.

   "Well, I've only been here for a couple weeks! These are the only clothes I have, are they OK?" He stands up and does a spin. "No, they're ripped all over. Amenza, come with me, we're going to the market, so that you can get good clothes." Amenza looks at the King. "Wait, let me get this straight. You, the actual king of this land, wants me, a person who is basically a peasant, to go with you to go shopping with you?"

   "Yeah, that's what I said. I do not wish to explain." Amenza shrugs. He and the king hop into a wagon, and start driving. "Amenza, what did you mean when you said you had only been here a few months? Someone with such a large magical prowess like you would ever be poor, even at the age of 14." Amenza sighs. "I'd rather not say. Everyone has their secrets. I have mine, you have yours."

   "I supose you're right. I'm guessing that would also be your answer if I asked you about the scar on your face?" Amenza nods. "I see." The king sits back in the seat. 'This kid sure is interesting, but that's what I like about him. I have high expectations.'

   After moving on from topic to topic, they find Amenza a suit that matches his hair color, and then they start walking back to the shop.

It is a black suit, with red stripes going down. The pants that go with it are a dark red. The dress shoes are a glossy black.

 On the way, the king decides to look at some fruit at a street vendor. Amenza gets out, and stands with him to help him decide.

   'Jeez, I didn't think the king did any shopping of any kind.' Amenza says there, as a car drives by. As it does, the window is rolled down, and a person yells. "...Amenza!" He turns and sees the car is already too far to see who said it.

   "Who was that? I didn't catch the first part of what they said, I only heard my name.." The king puts his hand on his shoulder, while biting into a lime. "The voice sounded female. Anyway, let's get going." Amenza sighs, then they start driving home. "Oh, by the way..." The king pulls out a bag. "I read one of you're notepads, and in it, you said you liked fedoras, so I got you one."

   The king pulls out a fedora that matches you're suit, somehow. It has a white feather sticking out. "I- wow. Thank you so much. If I may, why did you do all this? You bought me this fedora, you bought me this suit, you also told me about the Rigalpu kingdom, why?" The king thinks. "I can feel how much stronger than I am, and it's immense. With the power you hold, you could maybe even take down entire kingdoms if you tried. I want to see you're greatness, so I thought I should get you offerings."

   Soon, they arrive back at Cheruson's shop. Amenza takes the suit and fedora, and goes inside the shop. "Welcome back. There's someone else to see you, Amenza."

   He turns, and sees an old lady sitting at the table. "Hello, can I help you?" She smiles. "Hello, I'm Waywrighth, the headmaster of GSMG.  Please, have a seat." Amenza sits down across from her. 

   She seems to be in her early 80s, and had white hair. Her face is somewhat wrinkly. She wears a purple dress, with brown shoes. Her eyes are a cedar color.

   "Alright, let's get started. The king said you were very interesting, and that I should really consider you for next year's program. So, what magic do you have?" Waywrighth summons a notepad. "Well, can we actually go somewhere private? I don't really like showing it unless I have to."

   "Hm, OK. Thankfully, I have two magics, Summoning and Teleportation." She grabs his hand, and they teleport to an open field. "Having two magics is incredibly rare, no?" She nods. "But you didn't seem phased. Mind showing me why?"

   Amenza smirks. Waywrighth pulls out her pen and paper. The first thing he does is he makes 6 long, dark swords appear, then he makes a bow and arrow out of magic, and shoots. "Alrigh--" She's cut off by Amenza. "I have more to show." He makes barriers surrounding them, then his hands turn into claws that start burning. He starts shooting lasers out of his palm and fingertips. He points at the ground, and an explosion happens. His hands start shining. He goes invisible for a couple seconds.

   "A-Amazing!" Amenza laughs. "There's more." He makes lightning in his hands, then fire. He makes water appear, then starts using it as a whip. He stomps on the ground and the ground shakes. He starts teleporting around, then he summons his own notepad. "H-how? I've ever seen someone with this much magic!"

   "I would show more, but it gets really tiring really quickly." Her mouth is left wide open. "You must want an explanation. My magic's name is, well, my name. I don't wanna explain it. If people ask about my magic, just tell them it's Summon." She gets over she shock fairly quickly, then teleports them back to to Cheruson's shop.

   "I have no questions. You're in. I shall see you at school in a couple months. Any questions?" Cheruson is secretly listening in from around a corner. "Do you have dorms at GSMG? I feel like ever since I started staying here, I've been getting in Cheruson's way as of recently." Waywrighth smiles, and puts her hand on his head. "I'm sure you aren't, but there are dorms there. Anyway, I must be on my way."

   She leaves, and Cheruson comes around from the backroom. "So? Did it go well?" He nods his head. "I'm pretty tired, even though it's 6 PM, so I'm going to sleep." Before Cheruson can say anything, he's already passed out. "You aren't a bother at all Amenza. Having you be around has been entirely awesome."

   The next day, Amenza gets dressed, and ready. "Seems like I'm ready." He puts on the fedora, then steps outside. He looks around, and sees a person sitting on a bench in a trench coat, obviously spying. He decides to walk past them, and they start following him.

   The person in the trench coat only has 2 noticeable features, some white hair with purple streaks, and ears like an elf.

   He walks a couple blocks down, and they keep following him. He stops, and the person stops, and tries to blend in. Amenza turns around, and approaches them. "Excuse me, can I help you?" The person starts stuttering. "Uhh, um. You're Amenza, right?" The person has a female voice.

   "You're the person who drove by, and yelled out.. whatever you said, right?" She nods. "Well, I'm not sure how you knew it was me, but--" He's cut off by the girl hugging him.