Thurianz: Primordial

Chapter 1: Rebirth by the call of lightning

Hidden deep within dense forests and towering mountain ranges, in a quiet, secluded room, a middle-aged woman sat across from her guest. Her fiery red hair and sharp eyes radiated strength and wisdom. Her tall, elegant figure embodied dignity, perfectly harmonizing with the solemn atmosphere of the room. Between them was a neatly arranged desk, organized and tidy. Soft light from the floating lamps on the ceiling created a cozy ambiance, ideal for a smooth conversation.

The guest, an elderly sorcerer with a long beard and sharp, intelligent eyes, wore a blue robe adorned with black thread. He smiled warmly as he began the conversation:

"Headmistress Pyre, how is your academy faring these days? Any outstanding students?"

The woman he was addressing was Agatha Pyre, Headmistress of Luminara Academy and matriarch of the Pyre family, one of the four great sorcerer family that had governed the wizarding world for millennia.

Headmistress Pyre smiled softly, her voice calm but filled with pride. "Luminara Academy continues to uphold the highest standards in training young sorcerers. We've just welcomed several promising new classes, and many students have already begun to show exceptional potential."

Her eyes glimmered with pride as she continued, "In particular, there is a student named Jasper from the Tidalbane family. He's making a strong impression with his remarkable control over water elements. Jasper's eagerness to learn and his creativity have made him a standout. He truly is the pride of the academy."

The guest's face lit up with surprise and admiration. "Oh! That boy has grown so much already? The last time I saw him, he was just a baby in arms. I can't believe he's now a student here..."

As they spoke, the golden light from the floating lamps bathed the room in warmth, accentuating the ancient, mystical beauty of their surroundings. Suddenly, one of the lamps in a shadowed corner trembled, emitting a faint, flickering blackish-purple flame, starkly different from the others. The unexpected appearance caused Headmistress Pyre to momentarily lose her composure.

The elderly sorcerer, with his keen eyes, noticed every detail. As the dark flame flickered into existence, he leaned forward, curiosity and concern evident on his face.

"Agatha?" he asked, his tone serious. "What has startled you so?"

Headmistress Pyre looked up at the suspended lamps before slowly turning back to face him. "Each of these lamps represents a member of the Pyre family. When one passes away, the flame in their lamp extinguishes," she explained, her voice thoughtful.

The guest frowned, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Whose flame just reignited?" he asked, his eyes fixed on Headmistress Pyre, awaiting an answer.

Taking a deep breath, her voice now carried a weighty seriousness. "That flame belongs to Roderick."

The sorcerer's brow furrowed in concern. "Roderick? But he's been dead for years. Could it be that he's gained the power of..."

Headmistress Pyre cut him off sharply. "Impossible! This has never happened before. The Pyre family is known for our longevity, sustained by the vitality of the phoenix. But in thousands of years, no sorcerer in our line has ever possessed the power of resurrection. Once we die, not even the phoenix's magic can bring us back."

Having said this, Headmistress Pyre quickly stood up, her expression more serious than ever. She escorted her guest to the door, her voice resolute. "We will continue this conversation later. Thank you for coming, and I hope to count on your support in the future."

The guest sighed, nodding in agreement, his figure gradually fading into the dim light as he left.

Once he was gone, Headmistress Pyre turned back and called out, "Luna Thorne!" She needed to discuss this strange occurrence immediately.