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Epic Of Great Magician

Magic, in and of itself, is neither good nor evil; it is only subject to the will of its user. It is the Primordium, the source of all things—life and death are formed from it. It is the quintessential element of all existence under the sun and the Tiamant Root, from which all things grow, whether of virtue or calamity. — Sage of Oracle For thousands of years, the hidden sages have safeguarded the secrets of sorcery, ensuring that arcane knowledge does not fall into the wrong hands. The Sage Pantheon has guided the land of Mistharrow, protecting it from descending into despair and madness. The Aurora Spire serves as the cradle of the next generation of sorcerers, training them in the arts of Runecasting and Spirit Channeling to secure the future of the land. Among these young aspirants is Preston Hobbs, a late bloomer who receives an acceptance letter to the Aurora Academy. Due to his delayed spiritual awakening, he must join the academy as a fifth-year student—among peers who have already amassed considerable experience. Despite his late start, Preston quickly proves his talent in Runecasting, mastering the basics with remarkable speed. However, strange occurrences begin even before he sets foot in the academy. He survives a mysterious accident, witnesses bizarre phenomena, and—most notably—becomes the only one able to see an enigmatic Rune that seems to conceal the secrets of an ancient magic. As a series of inexplicable events unfold at the academy, Preston begins to question everything he once believed in. Shadows stir in the background, and he senses that a deeper scheme is at play—one that could change the fate of Mistharrow forever.
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Making fire

Life was tiring, I wanted so much to be free of everyone. I wanted to hold on to what little happiness I remembered walking through the woods. The feel of the crisp air when the sun broke into dawn, the way I felt the trees come alive as I wondered through them, how quiet everything was. But now I’m married. To the most unpredictable man I had ever encountered. But there is something about him. The way he moves, eyes sharp and narrowed watching my every step. I always felt as if he were hunting me, and maybe he was. I could never get away from those peering eyes long enough to enjoy a moment to myself. He was always there, around every plan of escape, every thought of silence, every time I even thought of a life away from him. No doubt due to the binding ceremony that was performed. The only request I had about the ceremony was that it needed to be performed by a priestess but my father wanted HIS personal witch to bind Tristan and I. Once my father ordered you to do something ‘not one person disagreed’. I did not mean to think so ill of her but I can not help this feeling that she may have added a little spell to the ceremony. If I could only speak to her, I have not seen her since I left my brute of a fathers home. I could always ask Sheri-Tristan’s second wife. Yes. I’m the third wife of this man I call husband. But Sheri was witch born before being turned by Tristan. She had the most beautiful violet hair and matching eyes. Where as I had bright auburn air with green eyes, the only thing I kept of my mother. Sheri could help me find out if I am under some spell so I can get Tristan out of my head long enough to leave his kingdom. She hated me so, I believe it is due to Tristan not informing both of his wives that a third was going to be arriving. And that was me. If I was going to ask her for help it had to be now, I have my awakening ceremony tonight. It will mark 3 months since our wedding and as accustomed with Tristan and his coven, 90 days was the mark a bride had to wait to be judged by the collective to be accepted. Tristan assures me that I will be accepted and he will turn me tonight in the hues of the blood moon that was to be eclipsed. I did not want to be turned. I was human. If I was turned I’d loose my humanity and become full vampire. The same thing happened to Ava-Tirstan’s fist wife. She could not handle the lust and killed a few members of court. Some human but some halflings like Sheri. I did not want to kill. I shuttered at the thought of taking the life essence of another living being. I did not want to live in this manner. I only pray that Sheri is in a favorable mood this afternoon. Here I stand, outside her door. I had been standing here for about 10 minutes. I needed every help I could to escape my marriage. Yet, knocking on her door was the most exhausting thing I have been doing since I arrived here 3 months ago. “Here goes nothing.” I said out loud as I finally knocked. “Entrer” She was quite demure when she’s not in a mood. I might have a chance of gaining her help after all. One look my way and her mood was already changing. “YOU!” —maybe not………….
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