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hahah chapter 5 im so good at this blog stuff
Chapter 5 x--
The Headmaster beamed a crooked smile, and knew that this student was going to be the earmark of the school. The recurring of the child's memory was definitely not peculiar, although quite certainly rare.
Valor had obviously discerned the Awakening, and was to break down the topic, as well as get him started within the world of Spectreun.
"Now that you recall everything, child, what is your name?"
"Christopher." He said it with such defiance.
Headmaster Valor rummaged around his office and found a vintage slip of paper and wrote things down, as many did in this world, and handed it over to Christopher.
"Take this, and head over to the Shopping Ward. You'll need a few things to get started, including a wand as well as robes and a few other accessories. After you exit the Tower, head straight until you see the tunnel with the words "Shopping District" above it. I'll see you around, Christopher. I can tell, you have talent."
Christopher beamed, and nodded to show his gratitude. He silently left without any trace of being there and slipped back out of the Tower. He walked for a short while and came upon the passageway leading him to the Shopping Ward. It was dark, but still discernible to the human - well, wizard's - eye. Christopher walked down the winding burrow with cautious steps, and finally arrived in the light yet again. There was the hustle and bustle of the city all packed into one district, and although packed, it developed a sense of community within Christopher. He surveyed around, and had established an impression of where to go when needed. Christopher had come across a jewelry shop, predicting they sold amulets and rings of that sort. Magical, of course. He entered, and faced an elderly, kind woman who seemed willing to help all.
"Hi, I'm uh, new, here. I uh, Ascended, I think it's called." The shyness of the boy peeked out of him.
"Oh, hello there, sweety. You've Ascended, correct? Since you won't be gaining any money soon, I'll give you the starters kit. You wont' have to go to any other stores, but I would recommend going around to see where things are located. Give me a moment, darling." She went behind the counter and through the door into the storage room, retrieving a small brown paper package tied with twine.
"Here you go, dear. Take this back to your dormitory and -" Christopher was a bit confused, he hadn't received a dormitory number yet. "Oh, you haven't gotten your dormitory yet, have you? No issue, but just a quick question, have you visited the Headmaster yet? Of course you have. All you need to do is go back to his tower and instead of going up, go straight to the Guidance desk. They will assign your dormitory and will give you the date to start your schooling. Good luck, dearie."
It was a game of tag so far, however, Christopher did not care. He sauntered his pathway back to the Guidance Tower and, yet again, slipped through the grand doors. He followed the vendor's directions and headed straight for a short while until stumbling upon a desk. There were two youthful girls there, chatting with eachother. Their conversation was cut off when I arrived, and the on closest to me had asked, "Hello there, how may I help you?"
"Hi, I just received my Ascension parcel, and the lady in the Amulet shop directed me towards here to have my dormitory assigned."
"Name?"
"Christopher."
"You'll need a last name, also. Give me a moment..." She headed over to a small device and whisked her wand over it. "SeaThief. Christopher SeaThief. Your dormitory is in the SeaGriffyn Tower and your dormitory number is 25. All you have to do is head over to the western campus - no worries, it's only a short while from here - and you'll spot it. Trust me."
"Thank you." He nodded his thanks as he always did and left the Guidance Tower once again.
With his newly acquired name, Christopher set off to the western campus. A small dirt path with rich soil had led him through the thick forest that was in the direction of the western campus. He passed a few benches on the way, and finally arrived to the campus.
Christopher was not only stunned, amazed, and all that, but a bit frightened. What stood before him was definitely not earthly, but certainly mastered by magic.
The Headmaster beamed a crooked smile, and knew that this student was going to be the earmark of the school. The recurring of the child's memory was definitely not peculiar, although quite certainly rare.
Valor had obviously discerned the Awakening, and was to break down the topic, as well as get him started within the world of Spectreun.
"Now that you recall everything, child, what is your name?"
"Christopher." He said it with such defiance.
Headmaster Valor rummaged around his office and found a vintage slip of paper and wrote things down, as many did in this world, and handed it over to Christopher.
"Take this, and head over to the Shopping Ward. You'll need a few things to get started, including a wand as well as robes and a few other accessories. After you exit the Tower, head straight until you see the tunnel with the words "Shopping District" above it. I'll see you around, Christopher. I can tell, you have talent."
Christopher beamed, and nodded to show his gratitude. He silently left without any trace of being there and slipped back out of the Tower. He walked for a short while and came upon the passageway leading him to the Shopping Ward. It was dark, but still discernible to the human - well, wizard's - eye. Christopher walked down the winding burrow with cautious steps, and finally arrived in the light yet again. There was the hustle and bustle of the city all packed into one district, and although packed, it developed a sense of community within Christopher. He surveyed around, and had established an impression of where to go when needed. Christopher had come across a jewelry shop, predicting they sold amulets and rings of that sort. Magical, of course. He entered, and faced an elderly, kind woman who seemed willing to help all.
"Hi, I'm uh, new, here. I uh, Ascended, I think it's called." The shyness of the boy peeked out of him.
"Oh, hello there, sweety. You've Ascended, correct? Since you won't be gaining any money soon, I'll give you the starters kit. You wont' have to go to any other stores, but I would recommend going around to see where things are located. Give me a moment, darling." She went behind the counter and through the door into the storage room, retrieving a small brown paper package tied with twine.
"Here you go, dear. Take this back to your dormitory and -" Christopher was a bit confused, he hadn't received a dormitory number yet. "Oh, you haven't gotten your dormitory yet, have you? No issue, but just a quick question, have you visited the Headmaster yet? Of course you have. All you need to do is go back to his tower and instead of going up, go straight to the Guidance desk. They will assign your dormitory and will give you the date to start your schooling. Good luck, dearie."
It was a game of tag so far, however, Christopher did not care. He sauntered his pathway back to the Guidance Tower and, yet again, slipped through the grand doors. He followed the vendor's directions and headed straight for a short while until stumbling upon a desk. There were two youthful girls there, chatting with eachother. Their conversation was cut off when I arrived, and the on closest to me had asked, "Hello there, how may I help you?"
"Hi, I just received my Ascension parcel, and the lady in the Amulet shop directed me towards here to have my dormitory assigned."
"Name?"
"Christopher."
"You'll need a last name, also. Give me a moment..." She headed over to a small device and whisked her wand over it. "SeaThief. Christopher SeaThief. Your dormitory is in the SeaGriffyn Tower and your dormitory number is 25. All you have to do is head over to the western campus - no worries, it's only a short while from here - and you'll spot it. Trust me."
"Thank you." He nodded his thanks as he always did and left the Guidance Tower once again.
With his newly acquired name, Christopher set off to the western campus. A small dirt path with rich soil had led him through the thick forest that was in the direction of the western campus. He passed a few benches on the way, and finally arrived to the campus.
Christopher was not only stunned, amazed, and all that, but a bit frightened. What stood before him was definitely not earthly, but certainly mastered by magic.
take this chapter 4 GO
Chapter 4 x--The child had passed a few tunnels running off into the distance while on his journey to the tower. It shot out of the ground, and held numerous rooms. As he slipped in, a chilling breeze had rushed past him, urging him on. He took a few steps forward. The child looked directly up. A dragon head rested on the top of the ceiling, staring into the child's soul.
Discomfort.
He walked on, traversing up the stairs and windings. Regardless of the height of the citadel, the child had made it to the voluptuous sky rise in no time. Grand doors rising above him had stood face to face with the child.
Fear.
He gave a tiny knock and a knick, and a soft voice from the heart of the room had said, "Enter." The child entered, and a wave of heat washed over the child. He relaxed and calmly sauntered in. A fireplace and it's hearth were warming together against the wall; a distinguished man had sat at a desk. "Hello, you must be the new Ascender. We have much to sift through."
The child walked down a long strip of an elegant blue rug, and finally sat down on a chair delicately placed in front of the desk.
"Ascension. Definitely not a lovely thing, darling. Let's settle things first: I am Headmaster Valor. I do not expect you to remember your name, as an Ascender suffers tentative Amnesia. Do not fret, child, your memory will be restored within the right time.
"Ascenders are tough, brutal people. The only way to arrive in another world is to either ascend or to teleport; ascension is a process in which the user eventually dies a traumatic death, allowing them to resurrect into a different world, such as this one. Ascension can happen up to about seven times; your time will eventually come when you will die again and resurrect, yet again. The only difference being that you will not suffer Amnesia.
"In a few days, when you finally regain your memory, you will be attending Spectreun, a School For the Magically Inclined. Luckily, the school year is renewing. You will make many friends here, you will have your own dormitory, and you will, yes, take part on quests.
"By now I'm guessing you have you been wondering how this "Ascension" process takes place? Yes, your are correct. Magic. Magic exists in this world, as well as all others, including your original one. When the reproduction is dabbled with, you will get a magical being. This meddling can not be helped; we have not detected anything that causes this. It is the way of the universe, child.
"On with our conversation, child. When Ascension occurs, so does Death." The child shuddered. "Again, the dabbling of magic had occurred in you. This has filled the first tier of Ascension. Death fills the second tier, allowing Ascension to happen. This is how the process unfolds." Headmaster Valor concluded his conversation, waiting for the child to confirm he understands. The child nodded, and things were starting to come back. Aubree, his sisters name, and driving to see her made him ecstatic. She was gone for some reason... college. That was it. His father wanted to tour around, and suddenly, a new feeling had clouded the child.
"Headmaster Valor, I remember everything now..." This was the first time the child spoke a complete sentence in a while. The memory came back with a pang of happiness, yet with sorrow and grief. His family was now gone, although he was sure his dad was somewhere now, maybe even in a different world. Hope had glimmered through the child's body and illuminated his skin. The iridescence of his skin was marvelous.
An Awakening was taking place.
The magic has been activated.
chapter three you losers
Chapter 3 x--
He rose form his slumber, yet again. This time, it was set.
"Hello?" A tiny voice chided out of a place full of darkness and death.
"Anyone in there?" It was the voice again. Tiny, yet... delightful. It was one of a sprite's, the small, soothing voices of those creatures.
The small wings fluttered as the being had floated around the child. She poked and prodded. Finally, to much extent, the child's eyes were agape.
"Huh?" The sprite had examined each eye carefully. One was a glistening, enriched, emerald green while the other was a deep, sea-foam blue.
Small did they know that this was the first sign of a Universal.
The child regained feeling in his legs, then arms, and finally his altogether body. The "fly," as he thought of the being, was now gone. He sat up in his "bed" and looked around. It looked like a normal hospital.
"I survived..?" The child looked at his hands and saw that he himself had made it out of the situation unscathed. His confusion gradually arose, until an earthly figure had stepped into the room.
He was an aged man, the complete opposite of the child sitting in the bed. He had gray streaks coursing down his hair, as well as wrinkles folding over on his face. However, his body seemed immortal.
"Name." The man commanded.
It did not come to the child. "I-I'm sorry. I can't recall..."
"Ah, Ascension. Can you remember anything?"
"Death."
"Nothing else?"
"Falling."
The man was taking notes, jotting down things and piecing them together.
"Anything else?"
"Water. A father. My sister. A truck. It's hard to remember before that."
Again, repeating the process, the man started writing things down at random.
Time had passed, about an hour, although there was no way to tell. No clocks, watches, nothing. There was only estimation. It was long though. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. At long last:
"Well, you must be sent to Professor Valor at once. He will help you... remember, so to say. After that, you begin your training at Spectreun! The School For the Magically Inclined." The last part was mentioned with a booming voice and great patriotism.
The child was shooed out of the building and pointed in direction towards a tall, looming tower.
The child wasn't necessarily afraid, but more... uncomfortable. Although, he trekked forward, knowing something was about to begin.
He rose form his slumber, yet again. This time, it was set.
"Hello?" A tiny voice chided out of a place full of darkness and death.
"Anyone in there?" It was the voice again. Tiny, yet... delightful. It was one of a sprite's, the small, soothing voices of those creatures.
The small wings fluttered as the being had floated around the child. She poked and prodded. Finally, to much extent, the child's eyes were agape.
"Huh?" The sprite had examined each eye carefully. One was a glistening, enriched, emerald green while the other was a deep, sea-foam blue.
Small did they know that this was the first sign of a Universal.
The child regained feeling in his legs, then arms, and finally his altogether body. The "fly," as he thought of the being, was now gone. He sat up in his "bed" and looked around. It looked like a normal hospital.
"I survived..?" The child looked at his hands and saw that he himself had made it out of the situation unscathed. His confusion gradually arose, until an earthly figure had stepped into the room.
He was an aged man, the complete opposite of the child sitting in the bed. He had gray streaks coursing down his hair, as well as wrinkles folding over on his face. However, his body seemed immortal.
"Name." The man commanded.
It did not come to the child. "I-I'm sorry. I can't recall..."
"Ah, Ascension. Can you remember anything?"
"Death."
"Nothing else?"
"Falling."
The man was taking notes, jotting down things and piecing them together.
"Anything else?"
"Water. A father. My sister. A truck. It's hard to remember before that."
Again, repeating the process, the man started writing things down at random.
Time had passed, about an hour, although there was no way to tell. No clocks, watches, nothing. There was only estimation. It was long though. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. At long last:
"Well, you must be sent to Professor Valor at once. He will help you... remember, so to say. After that, you begin your training at Spectreun! The School For the Magically Inclined." The last part was mentioned with a booming voice and great patriotism.
The child was shooed out of the building and pointed in direction towards a tall, looming tower.
The child wasn't necessarily afraid, but more... uncomfortable. Although, he trekked forward, knowing something was about to begin.
so my story name is "Spectreun, the School For The Magically Inclined"
Chapter 2 x--
The child had woken up asunder the hearth of a extravagant tree, his back supported by the roots of the life. The tree shimmered, dropping a few leaves to awaken the boy from his slumber.
He unfolded his arms and sat erect, now facing the tree. He was completely unaware of his real past, the past that will soon engulf him in darkness - again. The sunlight had dribbled its course, cascading to the boy's light brown hair, and adding incandescence to the texture.
The aroma was beautiful - violets and lavenders were set asunder upon the fields that were mapped out in front of the child. As well as snapdragons and lilies and, yes, all arrangements and combinations!
Yet, it had started coming back.
Death.
Water.
Falling.
A truck.
A father.
The child's sister.
And, a pool emerged in front of him, and he once again passed out, falling into the pool.
Darkness had engulfed him.
The child had woken up asunder the hearth of a extravagant tree, his back supported by the roots of the life. The tree shimmered, dropping a few leaves to awaken the boy from his slumber.
He unfolded his arms and sat erect, now facing the tree. He was completely unaware of his real past, the past that will soon engulf him in darkness - again. The sunlight had dribbled its course, cascading to the boy's light brown hair, and adding incandescence to the texture.
The aroma was beautiful - violets and lavenders were set asunder upon the fields that were mapped out in front of the child. As well as snapdragons and lilies and, yes, all arrangements and combinations!
Yet, it had started coming back.
Death.
Water.
Falling.
A truck.
A father.
The child's sister.
And, a pool emerged in front of him, and he once again passed out, falling into the pool.
Darkness had engulfed him.
chapter one of my exceedingly interesting, amazingly attracting story
Chapter 1 x--
It had happened with such celerity.
How?
Let me tell you.
My father and I were traveling down the Washington Bridge, on the top tier. We were heading to Boston, from New Jersey. My sister was attending Boston University, studying Marine Biology as well as the musical arts. We were there to pick her up, as well as touring around. Aubree, her name. But, as of now, how would she know where we were? Would she worry? I, reader, have no clue. I am engulfed in darkness now, and I can see nothing.
Nevertheless, a truck was speeding at an amplified speed limit. At least 80 MPH, although, again, I cannot tell. It was with much celerity.
Without alert, the truck had pulverized our car to bits and pieced. I was catapulted through the window and over the bridge.
I was just conscious enough to realize my fate - death.
The rushing water was 134 feet beneath me, and was abruptly racing toward me. Or was I racing towards it? I have no clue.
I felt the sheer cold water shatter my soul, and I was gone. Wiped away into eternity, where I am now.
But I am telling you, reader, even now I am slipping away. You will watch over my new life as it winds through its courses. At least, I am supposing I am getting a new life. What other explanation? But I'm getting farther and farther now.. goodbye reader.
Goodbye.
It had happened with such celerity.
How?
Let me tell you.
My father and I were traveling down the Washington Bridge, on the top tier. We were heading to Boston, from New Jersey. My sister was attending Boston University, studying Marine Biology as well as the musical arts. We were there to pick her up, as well as touring around. Aubree, her name. But, as of now, how would she know where we were? Would she worry? I, reader, have no clue. I am engulfed in darkness now, and I can see nothing.
Nevertheless, a truck was speeding at an amplified speed limit. At least 80 MPH, although, again, I cannot tell. It was with much celerity.
Without alert, the truck had pulverized our car to bits and pieced. I was catapulted through the window and over the bridge.
I was just conscious enough to realize my fate - death.
The rushing water was 134 feet beneath me, and was abruptly racing toward me. Or was I racing towards it? I have no clue.
I felt the sheer cold water shatter my soul, and I was gone. Wiped away into eternity, where I am now.
But I am telling you, reader, even now I am slipping away. You will watch over my new life as it winds through its courses. At least, I am supposing I am getting a new life. What other explanation? But I'm getting farther and farther now.. goodbye reader.
Goodbye.
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