Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2005 01:38:21 -0300
From: Matt __ <blackadept@hotmail.com>
Subject: Black Adept 8

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All the characters in this story are purely products of my imagination and
are not based on real people. Any resemblance is purely coincidental and is
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Sorry that I took forever on this but now I think I should be getting a
chapter out at least every few weeks. My life is still hectic and busy but
I am getting used to it now. This isn't too long but I had to get myself
back into the state of mind to write this but I have a lot of new ideas. I
would like to thank everyone who has emailed and gave me the motivation to
get this going again. I would also like to thank everyone who has read this
story and enjoyed it. The next chapter might be out fairly quick (a week,
maybe less) since I have too many great ideas for the next chapter. I hope
the everyone enjoys this chapter as much as the others even if it doesn't
have any real action but still sets up where I plan on going with this
story.

The Black Adept Chapter 7: Voices of the Wise By Matt

Kia's POV

	After that my life changed forever and in more ways then I even
realize now. I was sent to the academy as soon as they could arrange an
escort for me fit for the son of a High Lord, even Adept Morrin accompanied
me. My father was so proud that not only was his other son going to be a
mage but had the potential to be one of the greatest mages in history.
Everyone was so excited they didn't even realize my backpack moved
occasionally or that I kept sneaking away to get milk for the dire wolf
cub, which seemed to be constantly hungry. I tried giving him meat but I
don't think he was ready to eat it yet so I hoped I was doing everything
right.

	By the next morning I was already in a carriage heading for Molas
and the Academy. The trip took almost a week and a half in the carriage but
I barely noticed it my mind was constantly on the Academy except when the
cub, which I called Pest, started nudging me to let me know he was hungry
again. I had the carriage to myself most of the time so it was easy to keep
him hidden even if he wanted to move around a lot now. I had managed to
sneak a book about dire wolves out of the library before I left and read
that to try and distract me during the journey. I learned that it only took
about a month for a cub to be able to take care of itself. That meant I
would have to find a way to take care of it for at least another 2 weeks
before it could begin hunting rabbits and other smalls animals. The fun
thing would be trying to train it to hunt since I was a human and couldn't
show it, or so I thought.

	When we got to Molas I was amazed at the size of it. I had never
been there before even though I had plenty of opportunities. It was the
home to almost 80,000 people, the largest city in the realm by far. The
great city was supported by many great wonders of magic. Some brought water
out of the ground into public fountains. Others give light to the streets
at night, and they even had an enchantment that kept all but the lightest
of rain from falling in the city. I was amazed by everything but most of
all I was amazed by the Academy. It rose above the city so high that it
looked like it was a mountain not a building. Lights of all colors shone
and sparkled from everywhere. The buildings looked so white that it hurt
the eyes to stare at them and everyone there wore robes of beautiful
colors. I knew what some of those meant from common knowledge and from the
short lessons Adept Morrin had been giving me. I was still only thirteen
and a half so all this was completely beyond anything I ever imagined. That
was when I noticed the looks and stares of everyone. I didn't realize that
now my potential was unlocked and since I didn't have any training to
shield it was blazing brightly to everyone with the skill to notice.
Instructors and students a like stopped to stare as I walked to the office
of the Lord Adept. Normally a new student would only go to the quarter
master to receive their necessary supplies and assigned a room and then to
the main offices to pick up a schedule. Since my case was special and I was
his grandson, I was to see Lord Adept Terit.

	When I walked into his office I was disappointed I was expecting to
see many magical artifacts and mystical things but it looked just like any
other office. It had some shelves for books, a few chairs, and a desk
nothing special for the head of the Academy. I learned later that my
grandfather was a very modest man and didn't like to show off his wealth or
power. I had met my grandfather several times before but never in his full
robes, almost all gold to symbolize his position with blue cuffs with a red
stripe in it to show he practices wizardry with a specialization in battle
magic. Even in this humble office I could feel the power that his sheer
presence radiated and I couldn't even feel his potential yet. He looked at
me with some surprise but not as much as everyone else seemed to show.

	He simply said, "Welcome to the Academy Kai, I can tell you will do
great things already and I hope you surprise me further. Now tell me about
how you came to this power, it must be quite a story."

      I was torn should I tell him the truth or conceal it. My caution won
and I told him a modified version that kept my secrets. He seemed to accept
my story and then I was sent to get my supplies and be assigned a room.
After that I picked up my schedule, I was to start classes the next day and
would be given tutors to make sure I was up to pace with the other students
in my class who started earlier. I had a single room now until I caught up
so I could study alone. That would change soon enough but for the moment I
knew Pest was safe there. The next few weeks passed quickly and I found
that I actually understood magical theory quite easily and took to it with
a passion I had never had for anything. Things were going great and I had
no problems at all, that was until almost a month after I arrived.

      I had finished all my classes and met with all my tutors and had
filched some milk for pest. I got back to my room only to find that Pest
wasn't there, I looked everywhere but it was a tiny enough room. I didn't
understand how he had gotten out since the door was shut so I thought
someone must have found him. I couldn't imagine who since I had to clean my
own room and no one was supposed to enter the room of another without
reason or permission, even teachers. Then I felt a small tickle of magic
coming from outside the door but it didn't feel right, not like the magic I
was beginning to learn. Then the door opened and in came Pest with a rat in
his mouth looking happy as ever. That when I realized that he had actually
had innate magic of his own, it was poorly controlled but still there. I
also realized I had the same less controlled magic in me too and realized
that this was the magic of the lord of beasts. I also realized that since
he had moved on to hunting I had to let him go now. Dire wolves move from
milk to real food fast then almost any other mammal. Now I had to figure
out how to get him out of the academy and into the forests outside of Molas
where he could be safe. He had also managed to almost double in size
already so I couldn't even smuggle him out in my pack like I originally
thought I would be able to do.

      That when I had an idea, well I don't even think it was my idea I
think that it was given to me since I didn't realize it was possible until
I thought it. I could fly him out; all I had to do was change into a large
bird and carry him the forest. I only then realized how the beast lord
worked; he manipulated small thoughts so no one realized he was
interfering. It's also how he helps his followers when they need him or
plays tricks on them. So I had him follow me up to a tower and willed
myself to change into a great raptor and I felt my body shift until I was
looking through eyes not my own. I felt the animal instincts inside me and
knew how to survive as a raptor and fly. I took one practice flight before
picking up Pest who didn't seemed phased at all by this, he trusted me
completely. I flew to the nearest forest and dropped him off but couldn't
leave him like that. I felt a bond to him as if he was my link to the best
lord. I had an idea then which I believe was my own but am still not
sure. I changed into a dire wolf myself and stood beside him and allowed my
instincts to take over and we hunted.

      The next year settled into a pattern I went to all my classes and
then finished any assignment with ease. Then I met Kinren who taught me a
few more advanced tricks and spells he knew well we talked about things and
simply enjoyed our time together. Then I would excuse myself with the
excuse that I was going to study. Some evenings I actually went to the
library to study and some I would go hunt or learn the joys of beast
magic. I was far more primal and less controllable then wizardry but more
enjoyable for the lack of rules. I could shape shift, use it to bring up
emotions in others, speak to animals, heighten and sharpen my senses, make
others senses want to ignore me, and still much more I was still
discovering. My last evening activity I that was becoming more common was
changing into a small animal and spying in on the sorcery classes so I
could practice what I saw later. It used to be allowed for a mage to study
both wizardry and sorcery but sometimes when used together they reacted,
which almost always killed the mage, so it was now banned but I wanted to
learn. I was already balancing between order and chaos so what should I
care. Pest had made a home in the forests near the Academy and we got to
see each other often.

      The first big change in this routine was after almost a year and a
half of being at the Academy. I had just left one of my classes and was
hurrying to meet Kinren when a hand grabbed my shoulder, a very cold
hand. I turned to see Adept Virasneal the most powerful necromancer in the
Academy. She was an intimidating woman with pale blond hair that had turned
almost white with age and her were ice blue and seemed to radiated
cold. She was over two hundred and thirty years old and the oldest mage in
the Academy by far. Those you look into death can avoid its grasp much
longer. She had a presence that made students and even many fully trained
mages step aside or even turn around when she was walking in their
direction. I found her powerful gaze on me and suddenly couldn't move no
matter how badly I wanted to run. She stared at me and I felt eternity pass
and could even swear I was looking into the silver eyes of Nellin. She
stared at me judging me and then suddenly it was over and I felt I could
move again. Now though I didn't feel the need to run I felt more curious to
what she wanted. The silence lingered and I was almost tempted to leave
rather then to try and speak to her but I wouldn't let myself. So I
gathered my courage and prepared myself to speak with one of the most
feared mages of the Academy.

      In a quiet and respectful voice I asked "Is there anything you
require of me Adept."

      Her response didn't explain much, "There is nothing I require of you
but there is something you require of me."

      "What do I require of you?" I asked confused.

      She looked at me like a slow student that didn't understand something
simple and said, "Have you forgotten that you serve Nellin as well as
Sor-Taen well you were running around learning your beast magic. It is time
that you start learning the gifts of the great lady as well."

      I was stunned I guess I knew I would have to learn necromancery but I
thought I would learn it on my own like I was learning beast magic. As soon
as I thought it I realized that I was wrong I was learning it from Pest and
he was linked to the beast god so I wasn't without guidance. I realized
that I was being offered teaching from perhaps the greatest necromancer in
the world. I also realized that it was time I began to serve those I was
sworn to and stop playing around. So with that thought I agreed and the
real struggle began. I took to all my lessons with even more seriousness
and went from a star student to the top of all my classes. I dedicated
almost all my free time to study; even though I tried to have a little fun
with it but who could blame me I was still young even if I was growing up
fast.

      Soon I developed a feel for necromancery and began to feel
comfortable walking the halls of death at the same time as those of the
living. The practice of necromancery eventually creates a link between the
user and the realm of the dead so they may walk one simply by closing their
eyes in the other. In time began to make even normal sleep impossible since
every time I closed my eyes I could see the lands of death. This meant I no
longer needed to sleep even though I occasionally required periods of
meditation to sort my thoughts. When I first reached this step I was
constantly overwhelmed by sensation of walking in two places at once. It
only took a little while thought for me to learn that I could shut one set
of eyes so I would be in only one plane at a time.

      Within years I was looked upon with amazement as I advanced almost as
fast as the teachers could place me. No one had ever seen someone's power
develop and focus so fast before. Normally the more power a mage has the
longer they spend training to use it so with he amount of potential I had
most had thought I would need at least a decade to train if not as high as
two. It was almost four years into my studies when I was reading an ancient
book that mentioned reference to an obscure legend. It was written by a
historian who was studying the beliefs during the time of the first
Academy. He wrote something he claimed to have found in an ancient text
that has long since crumbled. His writing was seen as foolish by the
Academy since they didn't want to admit that their ancestors believed in
silly prophesies. This prophesy was about a war between good and evil that
happened every thousand years. For each side a champion was born who had
greater power then any other mage. It also said that the winner would
decide the next thousand years. The historian claimed that the first
Academy had been founded by one such champion who defeated the evil which
had held sway for approximately a millennium. Mages said it was
coincidences not prophesy and anyone with a brain wouldn't believe such
nonsense. I knew instantly this involved me but no matter how much I tried
I could not find anymore references to such a prophesy.

      My time at the Academy went quickly and with little of note ever
happening except my unheard of rate of magical development. Kinren dragged
me on many "adventures" as he called but to me they were distractions,
sometimes fun ones but I seldom learned anything from them. Now though it
seems like I find myself on an own adventure of my own but where it would
lead I didn't know.

      When Kinren and I got back to the Academy proper it was absolute
chaos. Mages were screaming at each other, students were running about with
little guidance and smoke and dust in the air from the battle that had just
taken place. After a few minutes a few mages seemed to come to their senses
and started to try and round up the students and get them back to the
dormitories and organize the mages into civilized conversation. Kinren
jumped into action and used his charm and natural presence he seemed to
radiate to calm down a nearby cluster of students and start herding them to
their rooms. I wished I had that type of natural authority; no one ever
really listened to me like that. That's when I spotted a group of mages
marching through the center of this chaos and watched the crowd part before
and go silent. The Lord Adept and the council of adepts were ready to
speak. All the mages fell in behind then expect a few who took it upon
themselves to continue to round up students with the help of some of the
older students. They were heading to the arena where magical competitions
were held and where, in the few rare times it happened, the Aurostemptus
was held. The Aurostemptus meant, in the old tongue, voices of the wise. It
was a gathering of all mages who could attend and was only called twelve
times in the history of the third Academy, all when a dire threat had
arisen.

      I knew that I would want to hear what was said so I moved into an out
of the way corner and shape shifted into a large hawk. I was able to easily
get into a position to see and hear what happened.


To be continued...

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