Oranstory: Book One

Chapter 1: The Relic from The Sun

"Just beyond the border of the known world, their lies a Relic from a time before the Five Kings" Brother Ardvir says the same thing every week...how can't I get this right? "And what, my pupils, is it's name?" Here we go, now's my chance.such were my thoughts as I raised my hand to answer a question given by my teacher. Who am I? I am Oran Ferangor. I am a Nordic male of ten cycles, or twenty years give or take. I am six foot, short brown hair, wide shoulders my eyes a blue deeper than that of the northern sea.
Raising my hand, the girl next to me, the suck up of our small class, shot her hand up with the speed of a winter's chill. "Yes Mrs Lila?" Brother Ardvir said, not giving me a glance. "Damn!" I yelled in anger bit back by a profound respect for this man. "Excuse me Mr Oran?" Brother Ardvir turned to me, a scowl in his wrinkled face. "O-oh...nothing sir..." I said holding my head low. Brother Ardvir was always like this, though kind of heart, he was stern in nature. "Mhmmm... well than. Lila, what is the name of this Relic?" " I so believe it was BlackStar, Brother." Lila said, correct as usual. She never gives anyone else a chance to answer. Lila is a High Elf from Niilvara, a land far to East. With her golden skin, light brown hair and stuck up tendencies, she is the perfect picture of a High Elf stereotype. Brother Ardvir, a man with not much hair left on his head, a long nose, short think lips, and sharp as a Ziiresh Dagger, only feeds her flame.
"Half right I'm afraid, for the answer I was looking for was Durvruen'Saa. I have been drilling you on the common language of such for long enough. It's time you start learning the true tongue of the stories and names there of. I will finally be teaching you Draces! The language of dragons!" He finished, with a hearty zeal. "What!?" Lila called out with utter horror, in which I savored every moment of. "Yes!" "Nice..." "Sköl!" My friends all exclame their joy, no matter what the circumstances, it's just who they are. " Indeed, within a month, your true test begins. The last few years have been naught but training for what we, not just I, will teach you!" Ardvir finished, with more than just a touch of o we excitement showing. "Yes, and may I say it's an honor to meet you all." And that's when we say her, The Kings own Court Magician. Right there, in the door way. "Good grace!" As was Lila's reaction. "Huh... "What!?" "Hel!" The Kings own Magician!" That last one was me. As you could probably tell, this was an honor and a surprise all wrapped into one nice bundle. As for the mage herself, she was tall and wore
A forest green cloak , she had one blue and one green eye, her hair was silver though she couldn't have been much older than twenty, and she wore a heavy plate mail gauntlet of what seemed to be Deep Iron, a red metal found in the deepest dwarven tunnels, on her left hand. She was a person of authority and not to be taken lightly. There was a strange, faintly glowing gem affixed right in the middle of the gauntlet. A Beautiful sight. Transfixing. As I stared intently at the gem I did  not notice the mage staring at me.