Mages: A Rise of Darkness

V Hold

The next morning, I got up before anyone else. Why? Because I lived on a farm for the majority of my life. As I was walking around the dorm, I saw someone on the other side of the door through a crack in the middle of it. I couldn't see much, only the blue of their tunic. It was way too early for any of the noble second years to be up, because breakfast and classes started later for them. I decided that the best thing I could do was say hi, so I did.
I opened the door, a little groggy to make it seem like they woke me up, and then I git a good look at the second year. Now I was more awake than ever. This new person wasn't even human, he was an Elf! "You got a problem kid?" He asked, his short brown hair seemed to change colors in the light as he spoke. "N-no," I stammered. "I've just... never seen an Elf before, that's all." His features relaxed. "Well, you better get used to it, their are five of us here and three years left to go." He replied. "My names Aelthyr, but if you want you can call me Ael." He presented his hand. "Alexander, or Alex." I said.

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As Nick and I arrived at out first class, summoning, I told him about my meeting with Ael. When we got to the hall of magic, where our class was being held, the conversation faded as we noticed our instructor. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, she had long, braided, golden hair and deep blue eyes. She was proportionally tall and lanky. "Please take a seat, or will be here until dawn tomorrow." She said in soft, kind voice. "Good, now we will begin. I am Master Ganvrey, I will be teaching you summoning, if you do not know what summoning is, it is the art of calling upon one's magic. If you do not get it quickly it is fine as it can be difficult at first. We will start with you." She finished by pointing at me. "Your magic is fire, is it not?" I was a little nervous, but I didn't know why. "Yes, ma'am, it is." I finally said. "Okay, good, now I need you to do exactly as I say." Ganvrey acknowledged. I nodded and prepared for the worst. "First, look at that painting over there. See the circle in the middle, that is the circle of magics, concentrate on that circle and imagine one just like it hovering in-front if you. Now, put up your hand with all but your little finger held up. Now feel the power within you, flowing through your arm, to you hand, and imagine it taking the form of that circle." She instructed me through these various steps and I did as she said, and sure enough floating now three inches away from my hand was an orange circle, like a wagon's wheel with numbers in between it's spokes going up to fifteen. Then I felt something give way, it was the connection between me and the circle,  but rather than it disappear, it melted itself into a ball if fire. On instinct, as if my body had done it before, I turned my palm upward toward the ceiling and held the fire as if it were a fruit that I was giving to my sister.