Child of the Ether (Summoner Fan Fiction)

Arcturus

As the boys fled, the summoner helped Yang-Jian to his feet. For that was what he was, a summoner. Yang-Jian had seen many summoners walk past before, but now they seemed to be of a shortage. Yang-Jian presumed this had something to do with the war. Before Yang-Jian could ask any questions however, the summoner was already walking back.

Yang-Jian hurried up to catch up with him, panting slightly after his temporary beating. He spoke to the man as quietly as possible for he himself was quite scared of this man. He seemed to have an aura of menace and strength. The man seeing the boy come up to him, slowed down, his long strides shortening so that his jacket tails flapped onto the back of his legs.

"erm, excuse me mister?" he stammered, " erm... Thanks for-"

"No problem kid, just get outta trouble will you?" The man replied sharply

It seemed like the man was troubled, there was a hint of dis-appointment in his eyes and he looked sad. Yang-Jian quickly picked up these facts and it seemed like he was dis-appointed of him. Yang-Jian wondered why? Was he not strong enough? Did the man expect him to take on these people? He had to be the source of all this dis-appointment

"Sir? Is there something troubling you? Why do you always observe me? I've seen you staring at me loads of times, what do you want with me?" He cried

"Nothing, I just thought, you were someone else..." drawled the man.

"How? my skin-colour is different from those of these lands and, and... you can't be my father, my father died when I was born!"

"Silence! I know your tale, that man might not even be your father, and as for your skin-colour i bet the ether must have changed it or maybe even you are mixed race! Just leave, will you?!"

"W-what? how do you know all about me? And how come you know now that im not your son or whatever?"

"You ask too many questions. You cannot be my half-brother for you possess no magic. I have seen from your profiles and documents that you have my characteristics and when I saw you fight, I saw myself in you and thus i helped. But when i got close to you, it was clear to me that you have no magic. I can sense magic you know..." The summoner replied "It would be better for you to return to your orphanage and don't go getting into more trouble!"

"But I don't even know your name!" Yang-Jian replied, "Please just stay a few more weeks, if what you say is true, then when you were young you showed no magical powers either?"

The man shook violently his fists could be seen clenching in his pockets and for a moment Yang-JIan thought that he had perhaps gone too far, "I am different from you... how dare you insult me you scumbag... I just saved your life!"

"Teach me please! Teach me to defend myself! Teach me how to give those bastards a harsh beating!" Yang-JIan cried, " You are so strong and knowledgeable and you say that I am like you, then why do you not help me? I am just like you, you have to accept me let me become your student! OK! I might not be your half brother or whatever it was you said, but I have the same characteristics as you! Teach me how to fight!"

The man paused, and considered it himself," Alright, I'll give you that your smart, reminds me of myself, OK I'll teach you how to fight without magic!"

"Meet me here tomorrow evening," He waved dismissively, "and the name's Arcturus, I'm a battlemage."