The Drillmaster was in the Wizard's Guild.
It was the last guild he needed to scout a successor for. The Guild knows him, and they knew that he was here looking for fresh talent.
His visit was unexpected, however, so they didn't get the chance to prepare their best young Wizards.
They did ask him to wait in the main hall, and he did. It was easier than walking around the building, and he had gotten lost while in the Assassin's Guild's building, so he'd rather not do that again. At least the Alchemist's Guild had signs.
Anyway, the head of the Guild walked out with his second-in-commands, and out came seven different wizards, varying in appearance.
They explained who he was briefly, and said he was there to find someone worth training.
So here he was, four of the seven in, and he had found a variety of interesting talents.
The first was an ice Wizard, and brought the room's temperature to a crisp 30 degrees.
The second, a storm Wizard, who summoned a miniature tornado that was still very powerful.
The third one was a fire Wizard, who brought the room temperature up by 50 degrees exactly, causing most of the people in the room (except the Drillmaster and one other Wizard) to nearly pass out from the heat.
The fourth one, the one currently showing their talents, was a Wizard of many talents, and was able to show a multitude of different things.
To the Drillmaster, things were starting to become interesting.
"Next!" The Drillmaster said.
The fifth walked up.
"What can you do?" The Drillmaster asked.
"I can read destinies," the fifth replied.
That got the attention of many.
"However, I can see that I will not be the one chosen, so I will accept it," they said, returning to their place.
"Okay then," the Drillmaster said. "Next!"
A tall Wizard stepped up.
"I can create tangible illusions," the sixth said.
"Demonstrate," the Guildmaster said.
The Wizard raised his hands, and with a puff of smoke, illusions of all of the other people besides the caster appeared.
"Impressive," the Drillmaster said, poking the illusion of him.
The Wizard dispelled the illusions and gave a curt smile.
The seventh Wizard rolled her eyes, the Drillmaster noticed.
The sixth Wizard stepped back into line, and the seventh one almost leaped into place to show a demonstration of her talents.
"Is there a training dummy I can borrow?" she asked.
The Guildmaster clapped her hands, and a training dummy appeared.
"Watch this," the seventh Wizard said eagerly, taking out her staff.
The Drillmaster and the other wizards stepped back, almost instinctively.
The wizard raised her staff. The smell of ozone filled the air, and a bright flash filled the room.
The Drillmaster was not blinded, and in fact, had seen a massive lightning bolt twice the width of the dummy strike it.
The Wizard swung her staff forward, and a trio of ice spikes the height of the dummy circled around and struck it.
The Wizard struck the ground with her staff, and half a dozen fireballs around twice the size of the circumfrence of the dummy surrounded her. Granted, it was a large area between her and the fireballs, but still. They all hit the dummy twice before dissappearing.
The Drillmaster recognized those spells, and they were incredibly powerful. They consumed a massive amount of mana, and yet the Wizard hadn't even broken a sweat.
"Okay," the Drillmaster said after a pause. "I'll need to think about this. I'll approach you - if you're the one I've selected - once I make my decision. Guildmaster, mind if we talk for a moment?"
The Guildmaster shook her head and dismissed the others.
"What are the mana levels of the seventh Wizard?" the Drillmaster asked.
"I don't entirely know," the Guildmaster replied. "We can never track her down for enough time to measure it.
"What we do know, though, is that she is incredibly temperamental, and shows incredible power."
"Interesting," the Drillmaster said.
-Fifteen Minutes Later-
The Drillmaster knocked on the door to the alleged dorm room for the seventh Wizard.
"It's the only place we can guarantee she'll be at during this time," the Guildmaster had said.
The door was like all others: wooden with a cottage-like feel to it. However, there was the remains of a nameplate on it.
The holes - most likely the screws used to place the nameplate - were still evident, however.
The door opened. The Drillmaster only just now realized that she was his height, but that was irrelevant.
"What?" she said snippily.
"I have selected you," the Drillmaster responded.
The Wizard fell silent at that.
The Drillmaster handed her a letter and asked, "What's your name, miss?"
The Wizard grabbed the letter. "Lillian. Lillian Nergey, sir."
Nergey. The Drillmaster remembered that he encountered two people with the same last name.
"Do you have any siblings, Lillian?" he asked, curious.
"An older sister, but she's classless. Then there's my brothers, Jamison and Asher, who are an Alchemist and an Assassin respectively."
"Ah," the Drillmaster said. "I remember them. If I'm not mistaken, your brother Jamison has a bad luck streak a mile long, right?"
Lillian nodded.
"Ah. Well, anyway, make sure you read that. Be on time. I will not tolerate any latecomers. However, I'm more lenient with the first five times we meet.
"You will address me as 'sir,' okay?"
Lillian nodded. "Yes, sir!"
"Good enthusiasm," he replied. "I must go now, so until we meet again!"
He promptly dissappeared with a flash.
Lillian stared dumbfounded before shutting her door and sitting at her desk.
She opened the letter and proceeded to read.
To whomever it may concern, it read.
I am the Wizard of Guardian Generation Ninety-Nine. Yes, we exist.
I'm sure you've heard of the Magic Stone? I am one of sixteen who are tasked with guarding the fragments of it. If any of them were to be captured, the world would fall.
You have been selected to be the Wizard of Generation One Hundred. You shall report to our hidden reconnaissance base twelve days from now, at noon sharp. The Drillmaster, who was the one who delivered the letter, shall brief you on what to do.
One other person shall be joining you, however, I do not know who it is.
I wish you well on your journey to protect the magic stone. Sit tibi dux magicae!
Lillian didn't know how to react. Her thoughts immediately turned to telling her family, but she noticed something else.
P.S. Do not tell anyone that you have been chosen. We operate in complete secret.
Lillian paused for a moment.
"Welp," she eventually said. "Time to start packing."
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Heroes of Soul - Secret Mission!
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