"Good morning Sunshine! Breakfast is downstairs and ready for you. Once you're done we're going on a little trip", my mother yelled as she kicked down my door for the 18th day on the row. Correction, she yelled as her majimonster, Bola the Ramslide, knocked down my door with his granite-like horns. I rolled in my bed to state at Bola as the duo went back downstairs.
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[Name: Bola
Species: Ramslide
Grade: Silver
Affinities: Earth/Basic
Trait: Stubborn, Wall climb
Description: Ramslides are mountain goat species majimonsters that were infused with the power of the mountains themselves. While normally rather docile, they're also very territorial; which is odd given their hometurf are literal sheer cliffs. A common tactic they use to deal with Intruders and enemies is to jump off of said cliffs and land headfirst onto their targets.
Voxea note: The Ramalanche was made when the mountain sage Alberous was inspired by watching boulders rolling down mountains and mountain goats deftly avoiding them. Although, a friend of mine told me he was actually inspired when a mountain goat fell onto his head.]
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After that initial night where I became a maji disciple, my training to be a binder started in earnest the next day. For the past month, my mother and father would alternate being my tutor for the day in the knowledge of majimonsters, abilities that binders use in battle as well as some basic etiquette stuff. That last one was due to the imperial binder academy being, to quote, "The place doubles as nobility playground, you're gonna need to learn some etiquette tricks". I have never worn platform shoes until these lessons and I hate them with a passion...I liked the tall feeling though.
In terms of binding, my mother and father approached combat in very different manners, but that's because they're different classes of binders. By the imperial system, binders usually fell under five class types with an unofficial sixth one. The five official ones are known as alchemists,knights, rangers, concordants and scholars while the sixth type are known as scoundrels.
My mother is classified as a scholar while my father is classified as an alchemist. Apparently these, and the other four classes, can be broken down even further, but for all intents and purposes I was only taught what my parents knew, namely drajule making and potions due to them being a scribe and an apothecary respectively. I'm not sure what the other classes could do, but I would learn that once I went to the academy.
On top of those lessons, Voxea has been teaching me about the aether, majis, their spells and the world at large. It's one thing knowing that the maji made the monsters, it's another thing altogether to learn the reasoning behind the monsters. She even modified my Dragon's Eye artifact to include her own footnotes and profiles on the maji who made the majimonster in question. Voxea said it was for my education, but honestly I think she did it because she was bored.
After my usual wake-up call, I rolled out of bed and got ready for today's training session.
[You're mother is very loud], I heard Voxea chime in my head as I retrieved her drajule/my necklace from my nightstand. [Better than the time Dad threw a live Amphare in here], I responded as I donned my elk coat and pants, cotton shirt, necklace, magic staff belt and Rakka's dagger/drajule.
[Huh...you ever realize a lot of your magical items are accessories]?
[Not until just now Voxea].
With my outfit set and my drajules at the ready, I was prepared for whatever insane training regiment my parents had planned for today...hopefully.