Dark Lord Saga : The Blood Mage

Chapter 26 : Micah and Kaltica

The town of Tybell located on top of the Sicah Plateau in Beirut Region of the Kingdom of Gahol. There was a large castle that rose from the ridge and a lake located in the center of the town. Various pulleys and dams irrigated this single lake, and out from the dry rock leapt fields of corn and wheat.

Here in the Beirut Region, there were several hills rose surrounded by vast yellow plains. Spirit Antelopes roamed across these plains in large herds. Their ephemeral form betraying their true nature. They galloped through the air unhindered and spread out long bird-like wings. A trail of mana followed their wake. The color of their skin a light translucent blue.

In front of a large mansion in the middle of the town, Micah and Kaltica bid their mother farewell. Micah, eight years old. Kaltica, nine years old. Micah had bright brown eyes and black hair. He clasped his hands together in prayer and bowed. Kaltica did the same. It was a custom in this area to pray to both the living in the dead. For good health and safe journeys.

They both carry leather backpacks and wore school uniforms. An orange colored collared shirt and straight leg pants for males. A yellow colored blouse and pleated skirt for females. The insignia for their school, a eagle shaped crest, was embroidered over their right shoulder pocket.

"Farewell mother. May you be safe today," said Micah respectfully. His father had stressed that nobles should always have the highest standards when in conversation. It was for this reason that Micah had been sent to this Golden Empire Academy. One that focused on etiquette rather than magical development.

"Mother, please be well." said Kaltica, curtly. A budding beauty. Kaltica already held an air of nobility with her curled locks and immaculate skin. In a few years, she would be asked to go to social events by herself to find a suitable groom and increase the family prestige. Her clothes straightened. She took great care on her looks.

Lady Wynn smiled at her two children.

"Don't get hurt alright? Be careful of that Edward fellow. You know we have not been on good terms with the Yates. They might try some mischief to get you into trouble."

Micah nodded. "Don't worry mother. We will be fine. Even if that fellow is a little bad. His family is quite good. If we tell them about his misdeeds they will punish him accordingly."

"He also wouldn't dare try anything to outrageous in school," Kaltica added, "You know their policies mother. Please don't worry too much." Their school was indeed, very strict. A hair or uniform out of place and you were sent home for the rest of the day.

"Very well," smiled Lady Wynn. "Now off with you two. I don't want you to be late."

Micah and Kaltica made one last farewell gesture to their mother and then made their way down the cobbled road. The academy was located about sixty yards from the town, backed up against the edge of the plateau. Two large gatehouse towers rose up from the road. Statues of various  figures jutting out of the tower walls. On the entrance of the gatehouse read one single passage.

"Golden Empire Academy. Founded in 145 H.A. by Venerable Sage Cefalu."

Children filed in from the school in their school uniforms. Their penny loafers tapped lightly on the pebbled road. The gatehouse swung open and soldiers dressed in light plate armor created a row of pikes to help guide new arrivals to their classes. The buildings were in a gothic style, native to the Kingdom of Almacia.

The sides of the cathedral in the center of the school were addressed by flying buttresses, curved arches that came out of the buildings. Their sharp pointed rooftops gave it also an almost sinister look. In contrast to the soft curving architecture found in the town of Tybell. It was as if the students had suddenly traveled to another world.