"I guess I better find out what this is all about" I said to myself as I looked around my room. It was very minimalist; a wardrobe, bed, desk, a mirror. It had everything I needed with nothing more and I liked it that way. I hastily slipped into my robes which were grey with white outlines and included a hood I barely wore. Underneath I wore a pair of white trousers. With that out of the way I stared myself in the mirror so I could fix my bedhead. I had black, shoulder-length hair that was (had I not just woken up) well kempt.
Walking out of my room and down the staircase I found my uncle and aunt waiting but before I could say anything...
"Happy Birthday Sorace!" Oh right, today was my 17th birthday, and that meant I would be becoming my own mage today. " I can't believe you're already 17, which means you can undergo the trial now" my uncle said. Uncle Maugen had lilac hair which was woven into a pony tail. His robes were jet black and had gold outlines, also he wore a cape which mirrored his hair. His whole outfit reflected the magical prowess that it's wearer held.
"The trial?"
"Right. In some parts of the world it is customary for apprentice mages who reach their 17th year to undergo a trial"
"So what's the trial?"
"Simple, go into one of the tombs of the Grune forest and obtain an artifact. But don't worry, you're only going to encounter a few zombies"
"Don't worry dear, I know you can do this" Aunt Zolia assured me. Aunt Zolia was an elf as was obvious by her pointy ears. Furthermore she was blonde and not too shabby with a bow, as if to emphasize the stereotype. She was also the town healer, not only adept at medicine and first aid but also with healing magic.
"Alright, I'll set out to find this artifact as soon as I can..." A growling noise came from my stomach before I could finish my sentence. "But after breakfast"
Downstairs was about what you'd expect of a home. There was a dining room next to the kitchen and down from the dining room was a hallway which led to the front door, another room to the left and on the right was the door to the basement where uncle Maugan did his work (asides from teaching me magic, that is). Uncle was a scholar you see, though what it was he was researching I couldn't tell you. He'd always been vague when I talked to him about it, saying stuff like "Oh it's a matter of great importance" but I never really pryed nor cared, whatever it was it wasn't important to my studies. Aunt Zolia always used to say my father was a bit like his little brother (my uncle) in the fact that father was also a scholar except he was more like some kind of surgeon apparently. My father died when I was barely able to make any memories but the one thing I'd always remembered was the sight of a scalpel to flesh. Not the kind of thing you should do in front of an infant mind you, but it was the one thing I recall of my father.
After eating a hearty breakfast (salmon, a staple of this town) I got ready and said my goodbyes
"I'll see you when I have that artifact"
"You're a mage destined to do great things. I have no doubt you will" uncle said.
And with that, my journey began.
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Chronicles of a Mage, Book One
FantasyAbout a year and a half ago as of when this story is being uploaded I had the random inspiration to start writing a book. At first I only wrote for fun but now I realize that there's no reason not to share my stories with the world. Granted, this wa...
