Write One Page Per Day – 323/365 – November 19, 2018

NaNoWriMo Excerpt 11/19/18


My father, who taught at the university at this point, brought me before the dean of the evocation college. I was nervous as we approached the school. Magic was expressly forbidden to anyone in the city who was not a member of the clergy or the college. Being as young as I was I took it to mean that I was in trouble for knowing what I knew and doing the things I did.

“Go on, little Faleth, show the dean what you showed me,” Father said.

“Yes, Father,” I said, steeling my mind and muttering the word fire in elvish, the way I had done a thousand times before when I helped my mother light the hearth.

I felt the warmth of the word travel down my arm into my hand, igniting the piece of kindling that laid in my hand. I could see the faces of the dean and my father clearer in the additional light. My father’s eyes shimmered with excitement while the dean’s looked cold and dark.

“Now, the other one,” Father said.

I drew a piece of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink from the bag on the floor next to me. I sat and patiently began writing the simple message I had planned to write.

The college is where I belong. I wrote, but I felt the ink warming under my concentration, I could see, overlaid on the page the illusion of words that I wanted someone else to see, Barmwich is my home.

I handed the paper to my father who in turn handed it to the dean. The dean looked at the sheet for a fraction of a second before he snapped his fingers.

In an instant, his aid was standing beside him.

“Jeremy, what does this say?” the dean asked.

“Barmwich is my home, sir,” Jeremy responded.

“Thank you, Jeremy,” the dean said, waving his hand dismissively. Jeremy vanished once more.

“I told you my boy was special, Dean,” Father said, practically glowing with pride.

“Use caution, Dellion,” the dean replied, “pride is an easy way to overlook potential detrimental qualities in your students.”

“My apologies, dean,” Father said, tucking his chin down and taking a step back.

“It would seem that you are well versed in the fundamentals of magic,” the dean said leaning forward. “What can you tell me of the principles of evocation?”


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