As our training grows increasingly gruelling, Mother, I'm afraid my letters will grow shorter and less frequent. Fear not, however, as I shall continue to write to you as oft as I can.
The girl I spoke of in my first letter continues to outperform every one of the recruits. I say she is nothing, if not a natural-born mage. I have made great progress throughout the month and now I am able to call and command Ezdrean by thought alone. I will keep you informed of any changes.
With regards."I need to figure if that girl will tutor me in regards to the lessons we've already covered..." I thought aloud to Ezdrean as I prepared to send him away with the letter.
"If that's the case, why don't you just ask me?" I jumped at the anonymous voice as Ezdrean departed hurriedly. "And rather than referring to me as 'that girl,' why don't you ask me what I go by?" She scolded.
"I - uh.." I lost all thought and took a moment to recover. "Apologies. I'm not very skilled in human interaction, and, admittedly, I was rather intimidated by how well you're progressing here. Might I inquire as to the title you go by?"
"Leviana, is my name. Though, I prefer Levi, if you will." She introduced herself in such a manner that could only have originated in a family from Argedon. "And your name?"
I straightened my spine and recalled the mannerisms my mother had raised me into from birth. "My name is Samandriel." I started. "Sam is just fine, if it pleases you. And I am pleased to finally make your acquaintance."
"Charmed. Now, what was this about a tutor? You were planning to ask me if I would tutor you in magik, was it?" She paused as an intriguing aura emitted about her person. "I'll do it! But only if you promise to be my friend."
"Friend?" I echoed. "Of course, I'll be your friend, but why would you need me to promise such a simple task?" I inquired.
"We start in the morning, so make sure you get plenty of rest tonight!" And with that, she was gone.
As I lay in my bunk that night, I couldn't help but wonder why Leviana would make me promise to be her friend. She was beautiful, and, from my limited experience with her, she was exceedingly kind-hearted. As I thought on it, my eyes became increasingly difficult to hold open, so I gave up fighting and drifted to slumber.
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The Lich
FantasyFollow an aspiring young hero on an inspiring journey from poverty and living in the shadows of those around him, to earning utmost respect among the Battlemages of Cain, and possibly even the title of "The Lich." Along the way, meet friends and foe...