Hundreds of years ago.
When the men were still traveling with horses.
When the men were still reading with candles.
When the men were still taking a bath at the river.
Some people had a gift to create magic. The power to create magic is called LUMINOUS.
There were four types of magic. White magic was the highest because it was a collection of healing and life spells.
The second was black magic, were magic that focuses on the attack. Throwing elements spells such as fire, water, air, and earth to harm dan defense.
Then there was red magic, illusion magic and also mind control.
And finally, green magic, which was rare, can manipulate time. The radius and range of time depending on how strongly the spell owner used his abilities.
All wizards had one magic that stood out. Although sometimes some wizards were able to control several types of magic. They were born with high LUMINOUS (the magical stamina that every wizard possessed to control magic.)
The stronger the luminous, the stronger the wizard. There were several mages born with infinite luminous. There was also a weak Luminos, but he continues to try and train himself until he becomes strong. And those who were born strong are called magic geniuses.
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[ High Academy of Wizard, Blue Tower.]
This was the place where the young wizards studied their magic.
In one class, there were fourteen to twenty wizards. They would line up in two long lines each time they changed styles. When they were students at the magic academy, they wore blue robes. Light blue for the youngest wizards, navy blue for mid-level wizards, and dark blue for upper-level wizards and master.
Just then, a handsome young man in a navy blue robe accidentally nudged a girl from another class when the ranks of their group met in the middle of the class-shifting corridor.
The young man accidentally slipped a piece of paper into the young girl's spellbook.
"Read..." he whispered while blinking his eye. The whisper was greeted with a beautiful smile from the girl.
"Go before the teacher knows," she asked the man away as quietly as she could so that the teacher doesn't listen to their secret conversation.
The two returned to their respective ranks and parted ways. The girl looked at the slip of paper tucked in the middle of the book.
[Meet me this afternoon at the tree of light.]
The girl smiled and burned the paper as fast as lightning to dust.
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Tree of light, when the Wizard dies, their name would be hanging there. Like a soldier's name chain, every Wizard had a bloodstone that carried their soul and name for identity if they died. Their bloodstone would return to the magic tower and hang on the tree of light's breach.
A young man slept under this tree, his handsome face covered with an old spellbook. The soft wind that cared on his face made him sleepy. So he fell to sleep before he finished his study.
"Ace... Ace..." A girl voice rapidly called out his name.
"Edith," Ace flinched when he saw the two different iris colors was looking at him. They were so wonderful, blue like sapphire and green like peridot, shining like gems.
"You called me, but you are leaving me to sleep. How dare you." Edith pouted her lips, she protested. The relationship was forbidden in the wizard's academy, so they were backstreet. And didn't Ace know that it was hard to get permission from the dormitory's head? Mrs. Mary was an old lady with sharp eyes and ears, she seemed to know that you're lie.
I'm sorry, My Love. The wind is too warm and comfy." Ace stroked Edith's face that blushed red.
"Why are you calling me here, Ace?" Edith asked curiously.
"I miss you, My Love." Ace smiled and kissed Edith's lips so intensely. Edith did the same; she repayed his kiss passionately.
They did it, made love under the shadow of the tree. Let the sunset burn their love into moaned and pleasure until the sun was perfectly gone. Until the moon now became the ruleer of the horizon.
"Ach …, Ace … faster!" Moaned Edith when Ace penetrated in hers so deep and hard.
"Yes, My Love. As long as you calling my name within your moan pleasure." Ace's breath as gasped as Edith.
"You naughty, Ace."
"But, you love this naughty man, right?"
"Of course, as deep as the ocean."
"Really?" "Yeah, what about you, Ace. do you love me?"
"I did."
"then tell me!!"
"I love you, E… I love you …" Ace kissed Edith's ear with full of love.
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One by one, the tears fell from Ace eyes. So tight until the air that surrounded him felt so thin.
"Why am I crying?" Ace smiled bitterly.
"Eden is not Edith... they are different." Ace was looking at the night sky. Once again, the Night was truly embraced him with the pain.
"I had killed her with my own hands."
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Hmm... who was Edith?