The clouds flying by in the big blue sky, shinning majestic beauty on the land below. The sun peaks over the clouds as the rays hit the grassy hill at just the perfect angle.
Ojero is sitting on the hill, deep in thought. Everywhere he looks, notes of what seem to be energy swirl around and dance across the everything.
From the grass, a green wave pushes up, from the sun and heat red and yellow shines, from the air white and a brighter yellow make themselves known. And then Ojero looks down onto himself, and he sees inside himself is a dark ball of swirling black and purple, bubbling, churning, shining in darkness.
Ojero thought he would be afraid, but instead he finds comfort in it, as if it was a long lost friend finally ready to make himself known.
Suddenly, the sky shakes and the ground quakes. A loud booming sound echoes across what was once perfection.
"Wake up!"
The voice sounds like its coming from another boy, similar to Ojero. The world shakes faster as he once more hears the voice.
"Wake up! We are going to be late"
Suddenly the world falls away, as Ojero jolts up in his bed, firmly smacking another boy on the head with his own forehead.
"Oww! Hey! What was that for! We are going to be late! Mother and father are already waiting on us downstairs at the breakfast table! Come on!"
The new boy sprung off the bed and ran out the open bedroom door, leaving Ojero to rub his now sore forehead and slowly lay back down on the bed with a 'humpf'
Ojero sighed as he pulled back his fluffy white covers, stepping out of his queen sized bed. He moved across his 15 meter by 15 meter room, the white box he likes to call it because thats the only color it is. With a minor sprinkling of gold trim of course. Ojero always hated the color scheme, but his parents claim if he is to one day become the new head of the Guestino family, he better get used to their colors.
He moved to the corner where a doorway led to his closet. Inside he had all his clothes, and today he would wear his treasure. Every set of clothing in the closet was white and gold, gold and white. Except for one. When he was 13, he had convinced his parents to finally give in and buy him a black and purple suit, which he only took out on special occasions. Such as today.
After he put it on, he looked in the mirror. The dress pants were black, with purple threads highlighting the edges of it. His black shoes were shining so much they sparkled, and the laces were dark purple. For his chest, he had a black undershirt, a black colored shirt, and something called a "French pea coat," whatever land that came from. Of course, in black.
After getting dressed, he went the mirror to do his hair. As he looked in, he couldn't help but smile. He had dazzlingly green eyes, even more so than his fathers. His hair was a very dark blonde, some may mistake it for black even. His skin was smooth, and he was quite pale. His face was rounded well, from his mother of course.
He grabbed his brush and went to work, combing his hair over to his mothers specifications, which she of course ground into his head since he was old enough to remember.
He was finally finished, and so he left his room and walked down the hallway to the stairs. Here, paintings by the dozen were seen, showing off the Guestino family legacy. All of them showed lightning and air users, and some light. This was the Guestino claim to fame, most of their ancestors had master level lightning and air crystals.
Ojero had seen them all already, he had lived here 14 years after all, and walked down the stairwell to the dining room. Here, his mother, father, and brother were already sitting. Once he entered, his father stood up to address him.
"Ojero, nice of you to finally join us. I had the servants hold off on serving dinner till you arrived, and shall now notify them of your appearance."
As his father rung the bell that was in the center of the table, Ojero took his seat at the right of his brothers. Father always sat at the head of the table, mother sat to fathers left, and Orpham to his right since he was the current heir. Ojero sat next to Orpham since he was still his brother, but not the heir
Soon, the servants appeared carrying metal trays full of delectable food. A full roast chicken, rare and exotic vegetables, the fresh cut meat of a magically imbued bull, and even a strange elixir of luck that is said to transfer your bad luck out into someone else in the world.
Today was a very special day: First day of Retnor. Retnor was the first month of the year, and on the first day, often referred to as Magi Day, anyone that turned 14 the last year finally gains their magical crystals.
This works because once you turn 14, a persons magical core finishes refining, making it possible to give one their elemental powers determined at birth. On Magi Day, the worlds mana increases so much that the core can turn into crystals inside the body, and give the user their magic.
A persons magic crystals determine a lot about their future, depending on the crystals rarity, and strength. The only way to lose your magic ability is to either die, or to summon your crystals out of your core and lose them. The only way to strengthen your crystals is through usage, or absorbing another crystal of the same type.
Today was Magi Day, and both Orpham and Ojero are getting their crystal. Orpham was born 9 months before Ojero, on Retnor 3rd. Due to this, he had to wait almost a full year for this day. Ojero was born on Thyrus 25th, the 9th month. Due to this, he hadn't had to wait as long.
Everyone in the town would gather at the temple on Magi Day to celebrate each child and party. After all that, starting at 6 and ending at 12 would they finally allow the children to manifest their magic crystals and announce them.
As Ojero was thinking through all this, his father cleared his throat at the table and began to speak.
"Sons, we must speak about the festival tonight."