Evians family which he now was hurrying back to was of a very traditional composition;
His father Torin, aged 52 had lived in the capital Atmylon before he had moved to the small village of Glynlon. In the capital he had learned and trained in the art of blacksmithing and now worked as the villages only blacksmith. He seldomly spoke of his time in Atmylon and why he had been trained to become a blacksmith rather then to attend The Selvin Academy, but when he once in a blue moon did tell stories of his time there it were always very exciting stories about a huge city that never stood still.
His mother Renalia, aged 49 was the local healer. She had been born and raised in Glynlon before attending the academy and she had shown overwhelming skills within the healer discipline, a discipline that required a great amount of patience and a firm and relaxed state of mind.
Torin and Renalia had met in Atmylon, but how they had met, had only been mentioned in a passing sentence. Something about the fire in a furnace running out of control.
Evian also lived with his four siblings; His older sister Rina aged 20 who helped their mother with her work as a healer and she would properly be accepted into Medicus, one of the three departments at the Selvin Academy.
His twin brother Ryamus, who was always helping their father in the smithy, which made him into one of the biggest and most muscular teenagers in the village. If he had even a speck of magic running in his veins he would definitely be admitted into Pugnator at Selvin.
His younger sister Taliana aged 15, who still went to the local school where you were taught to have the most basic and necessary abilities of math and writing and of course you also had history lessons.
And finally there were his younger brother Tafte aged 9. He was not required to attend school until next year so these days he spend all of his time together with the other kids his age in Gylnlon playing the game "Healer, Warrior and Mage" in the fallow fields behind the village.
Today was a very special day, not only to both Ryamus and Evian which turned 18, but also to Rina and the rest of the youngsters in the village between the ages of 15 and 22.
Today was the day where the caravan would arrive at their village. It only came by every 5 years and it came soly to fetch all the youngsters between the ages of 16 and 21 that had even the smallest amount of magic in their blood.
It came to take them to the Selvin Academy, where they would learn magic and specialize in one of the three directions of magic:
Medicus - the department for those with a great amount of inner peace and vast amounts of patience. They would be trained to become Healers to aid injured and sick people. Healers also went to war, but most commonly it was soly to reduce the number of casualties.
Pugnator - the department for those with great physical strength and seemingly inexhaustible energy. They would be trained to become Warriors so the could maintain peace in the Kingdom and defend it during wartimes.
Magus - the department for those which intelligence far exceeded that of others and an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. They would be trained to use the knowledge and high magical powers to help expand and maintain the Kingdom. Further more they were strongly encourage to invent and manufacture new ways to not only defend the Kingdom but also to make life easier for the common folk.
All young people of course dreamt of attending a specific department, but in the end it was the masters of Selvin that determined where you would study.
They assessed where one would study based on a heap of factors such as you mental and physical strength, but the most deciding factor would always be how great your magical power was.
Magic. That alone was the greatest consequence following the death of the Yellow Sun and the coming of the four new Suns.
No one knew how magic had started appearing in humans, but it had come to be and the magic had kept evolving in the 100,000 years since the four new Suns.
Many stories were told about it not only being humans been imbued with magic. Stories about Dwarfs living inside the mountains which were stronger and more enduring by the anvil than even the best and proudest human blacksmith.
The were stories of fleeting glimpses in vast forests of tall beautiful humans with pointy ears which moved with a grace that even the best dances could never hope to achieve.
And the there were the stories that we all knew were not mere stories. The stories that Healers, Warriors and Mages were of such great importance to the Kingdom - The Monsters.
The monsters which in day to day businesses were just referred to as demons, were animals that had had not only their appearance twisted by magic but their natural strengths amplified as well after the death of the Yellow Sun.
They were all common animals that we all knew of but they had changed so much that they could hardly be recognized. Wolves had turned giant and was now over 15 feet tall 30 feet long and weighed almost 5 tons.
There were flesh eating horses, with rotten flesh by their mule and devilish reddish eyes that glowed in the dark.
Monkeys without fur and a sickening green skin.
Bats with a blueish white skin and transparent wings that were big enough to swoop down a drag a flesh eating horse away to eat in its lair.
And the list went on and on and on with animals that lived on land, in the water and in the air. All effected by this strange phenomenon that no one had yet to be able to explain.