Every culture, every race, and every religion has had to fight for its survival. Some fought with brains and technology, others with wealth or devotion, but most fought with force. It is an unhappy truth, but when history is written by the victors, might often does make right. The strong survive and the weak die out. We Magi are the strong, only the ILK our sworn enemies have ever posed any sort of threat to us. Alas, a threat they still are, and so we too must fight.
The ILK unlike other enemies never truly vanish, there are however times were their numbers wane. That is as close to peacetime as our people have ever had, and like other people in times of peace, we must keep our blades sharp, lest they rust in their scabbards.
The common way of keeping a people prime for war is with sports. Mental and athletic competitions that aim to help train generation for troubles to come. We Magi have seen few sports outside of single opponent duels, but the big one here at Arcadia has always been the game of Trinny.
Trinny is a game that mimics the changing, disordered battlefield of magical warfare, by pitting 3 teams of various classed magic users against each other for control of a particular plot of land. Matches can see drastically different teams, terrains, and even special conditions none of which the teams know of before the games start. It truly is the most complete test of one's magical skill in the field.
My family has seen generations of skilled Trinny captains, and I aim to be not only the next but the best of them. My having placed first in our class during the evaluations has given my captainship, and after a week of observing the other classes, I am feeling confident in our chances. Our class has a fair balance of skills, and if I can get the right people on board, I have no doubt in my ability to lead them to victory.
"This tryouts?" The voice was unmistakable, dry, with sarcastic pride.
"Ah David, how brave of you to show up, given your... General inadequacies."
"My aura control is fine." He droned.
"You need more than defense," I informed him.
"I hear we get swords."
"If you're, worth, the cost."
"Give me a sword and we'll see where daddy's checkbook falls."
"Oh David, your words are comical as always."
"Thank you, Blake, but my words are still no match for your looks in the humor department."
"I'm sorry but didn't you come here today to gain my favor. I am the team captain."
"Oh, I thought I came here today to do you a favor." He sneered.
"I hope your sword cuts as well as your tongue, I..."
"Can we be done with the banter. I mean next I'm gonna tell you to ask your mom about my tongue and or sword skills. Then you'll say something vague and posh, the cycle will never end. And I know how much you like you ends, given you constantly try so hard to act like a horse's..."
"WHO IS READY TO KICK SOME ASS!" The screaming ape was Brad, a boy whose existence alone confirmed humanity's reintegration with the neanderthals. His brow was almost as low as his IQ, but he was big and strong, and so long as he can take orders I could make use of him.
"Ello Brad," I said. "What are you going to be trying out for?"
"Knights get the swords right, B. Brad will look badass with a sword."
"A knight, how wonderful, David here will be your competition, why don't you two confer a bit, while I see to the rest of the candidates."
"Round table in the house!" Brad screamed, to David's displeasure.
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Arcadia: Amorphous
FantasyYoung students find themselves at a school hidden in time, where they must learn and grow to become the next generation of protectors of the mortal world.
