(introduction to 1-5) BranchWood Academy, BranchWood Academy a place where the students come to learn and progress through and hone their skills as an individual. Who would have thought the time for students to once again graduate was coming closer and closer with each day. It would have seemed as if it was such a short time for the newer students and it was obvious to see how much they had grown over this short period of time.
In fact the students of the Academy had witnessed so many horrors and battles waged within these walls. Who would have come to think that an Academy such as this was a place for such events to take place on a day to day basis... But, the journey of BranchWood Academy has only started for those who wish for knowledge and to grow stronger. BranchWood Academy is that of a breeding ground of power and knowledge that many strive for day in and out. As the following months begin to pass you will begin to understand the truth of your own skills. You will become self aware of your flaws and weaknesses that have held you back. The time for advancing through the ranks of the Academy and it's grade were soon to fall right into the lap of the students.
While the time to advance was coming closer... So to was the event that had the Academy on the edge of excitement. An event such as this was only dreamed about in a place such as this. The Arena Master of BranchWood Academy is such an established roll within the community and the Academy itself. Not one student or teacher would forget those who previously held onto such an esteemed title as the Arena Master.
The Arena Master wouldn't seem like such a such a big deal from an outsider's view. But from the inside those who once carried the burden and role of the Arena Master understand it's potential and importance. The Arena Master is normally crowned the strongest of the Academy and one of the most revered members of the student populace. The person who holds this title is the representative of BranchWood Academies success and strength. Not only does the Arena Master hold such an importance but they are also to help the entire student population whenever deemed necessary.
Now that the event was drawing near the student population had come to understand that there was two candidates who could claim the title of Arena Master this year. The man known as Nelis Orlitt a fourth year Proud Acceptance had taken the role of Arena Master early this year when an unexpected attack broke out injuring the previous Arena Master. Nelis Orlitt is a strong Magician who was given the role in place of Errown Kavet during his injuries. Now, the time everyone has waited for has come... Errown Kavet and Nelis Orlitt would come to face one another for the title of BranchWood Academy's Arena Master.
Errown Kavet was a member of the Academy who excelled greatly in strength and popularity within his early years at the Academy. The shocking memory that lingers today was the fact that Errown had dethroned the Arena Master during his first year at the academy. Ever since that day Errown has only grown stronger and gained more respect from everyone within the academy.
(Entrance to act 1-5) Having been several weeks since the incident that occurred within BranchWood Academies Secret Archives the Head Master had finally decided to call in those who had been involved with these events. Aerik, Blizzard, Errown, and Gilfer had been summoned to the chamber of the Head Master early in the day before sun rise. The Head Master had been interested to understand just what occurred that day despite his knowledge of the matter already. The Head Master had been aware of Timet's intention from the start of his teaching career at the academy and allowed him to roam freely in hopes of uncovering who he worked for... Although in the end these events had failed and left BranchWood Academy with a deep wound to it's knowledge of the student populace.
The Head Master was originally infuriated from this event but instead of taking action he decided to delay the inevitable. Instead the Head Master had taken the time to begin gathering information on the four students and their identities from scratch and had discovered some heavy intelligence about them all.
Aerik, a 20 year old individual who specializes in Ethereal Manipulation. The Ethereal energy is extremely uncommon and seemed to be an extremely rare case only found in Aerik in this world. They believed Ethereal Energy is somehow loosely connected to that of Nether energy which strengthens ones body. The actual energy of Ethereal is something that is still loosely understood at this time period. Though, in battle records of the Academy it is thought that Ethereal energy strengthens the human's skeletal structure and allows bodily manipulation much like Elemental Beings. This resembles them in the fact that they can manipulate their bodies at their own will.
Blizzard, much information about this man was lost within the destruction of the Academy. The academies recent research brought up the fact that Blizzard is known to be associated with Voxic an Accursed Being. It had also been brought to the Academies attention that Blizzard is a half breed accursed compared to that of Voxic who is a pure breed. Not much is known about the origin of the Accursed or how they came to be... Although it's a known fact that they have been around since the early 6th century. Also to be noted Blizzard has apparently been alive for about four hundred years to current knowledge bringing up much suspicion about him.
Errown, A man who has the guidance of the Nether energy by his side. Information about Errown hasn't dwindled since the incident but, they did find out that Errown is currently on bad terms with the Magic Council. The Magic Council has been considering putting out a warrant for his capture for the past year or two. Information as to what caused this warrant are considered top secret material and hidden deep within the council. Errown Kavet is also known to have originally lived on a farm with his family before he discovered his unique power of Nether. After leaving the farm he was indirectly responsible for the death of his siblings and parents. If Errown had stayed they would have indeed been protected by his abnormal strength at his age. Instead Errown had left for immediate training and due to this his family had been killed. Errown is known to have committed hundreds of deaths before his acceptance into the academy under the guidance of the Magic Council. These are believed to be a possible result of why they have been contemplating a warrant for his capture.
Gilfer, a breed from the continent that lies on the other side of the world. Gilfer is an rare occurrence of someone who had crossbred with a Night Elves from Tectoria and Orcs from the native continent. Gilfer had followed under the path of his father Benthem and entered the academy for guidance to power. A rare fact about Gilfer is the mysterious sigils that currently inhabit his body. These sigils grant deep strength when awoken and give power to the man who owns them. Gilfer decided to take a route of magic known as the Vanquisher path. Vanquisher Magicians are magicians who specialize in light manipulation magic which creates and bends weapons at their will. Gilfer having a past with Weapon Mastery and Magic gives him the needed benefit to be a skilled Vanquisher who could eventually become someone to fear.
In fact the students of the Academy had witnessed so many horrors and battles waged within these walls. Who would have come to think that an Academy such as this was a place for such events to take place on a day to day basis... But, the journey of BranchWood Academy has only started for those who wish for knowledge and to grow stronger. BranchWood Academy is that of a breeding ground of power and knowledge that many strive for day in and out. As the following months begin to pass you will begin to understand the truth of your own skills. You will become self aware of your flaws and weaknesses that have held you back. The time for advancing through the ranks of the Academy and it's grade were soon to fall right into the lap of the students.
While the time to advance was coming closer... So to was the event that had the Academy on the edge of excitement. An event such as this was only dreamed about in a place such as this. The Arena Master of BranchWood Academy is such an established roll within the community and the Academy itself. Not one student or teacher would forget those who previously held onto such an esteemed title as the Arena Master.
The Arena Master wouldn't seem like such a such a big deal from an outsider's view. But from the inside those who once carried the burden and role of the Arena Master understand it's potential and importance. The Arena Master is normally crowned the strongest of the Academy and one of the most revered members of the student populace. The person who holds this title is the representative of BranchWood Academies success and strength. Not only does the Arena Master hold such an importance but they are also to help the entire student population whenever deemed necessary.
Now that the event was drawing near the student population had come to understand that there was two candidates who could claim the title of Arena Master this year. The man known as Nelis Orlitt a fourth year Proud Acceptance had taken the role of Arena Master early this year when an unexpected attack broke out injuring the previous Arena Master. Nelis Orlitt is a strong Magician who was given the role in place of Errown Kavet during his injuries. Now, the time everyone has waited for has come... Errown Kavet and Nelis Orlitt would come to face one another for the title of BranchWood Academy's Arena Master.
Errown Kavet was a member of the Academy who excelled greatly in strength and popularity within his early years at the Academy. The shocking memory that lingers today was the fact that Errown had dethroned the Arena Master during his first year at the academy. Ever since that day Errown has only grown stronger and gained more respect from everyone within the academy.
(Entrance to act 1-5) Having been several weeks since the incident that occurred within BranchWood Academies Secret Archives the Head Master had finally decided to call in those who had been involved with these events. Aerik, Blizzard, Errown, and Gilfer had been summoned to the chamber of the Head Master early in the day before sun rise. The Head Master had been interested to understand just what occurred that day despite his knowledge of the matter already. The Head Master had been aware of Timet's intention from the start of his teaching career at the academy and allowed him to roam freely in hopes of uncovering who he worked for... Although in the end these events had failed and left BranchWood Academy with a deep wound to it's knowledge of the student populace.
The Head Master was originally infuriated from this event but instead of taking action he decided to delay the inevitable. Instead the Head Master had taken the time to begin gathering information on the four students and their identities from scratch and had discovered some heavy intelligence about them all.
Aerik, a 20 year old individual who specializes in Ethereal Manipulation. The Ethereal energy is extremely uncommon and seemed to be an extremely rare case only found in Aerik in this world. They believed Ethereal Energy is somehow loosely connected to that of Nether energy which strengthens ones body. The actual energy of Ethereal is something that is still loosely understood at this time period. Though, in battle records of the Academy it is thought that Ethereal energy strengthens the human's skeletal structure and allows bodily manipulation much like Elemental Beings. This resembles them in the fact that they can manipulate their bodies at their own will.
Blizzard, much information about this man was lost within the destruction of the Academy. The academies recent research brought up the fact that Blizzard is known to be associated with Voxic an Accursed Being. It had also been brought to the Academies attention that Blizzard is a half breed accursed compared to that of Voxic who is a pure breed. Not much is known about the origin of the Accursed or how they came to be... Although it's a known fact that they have been around since the early 6th century. Also to be noted Blizzard has apparently been alive for about four hundred years to current knowledge bringing up much suspicion about him.
Errown, A man who has the guidance of the Nether energy by his side. Information about Errown hasn't dwindled since the incident but, they did find out that Errown is currently on bad terms with the Magic Council. The Magic Council has been considering putting out a warrant for his capture for the past year or two. Information as to what caused this warrant are considered top secret material and hidden deep within the council. Errown Kavet is also known to have originally lived on a farm with his family before he discovered his unique power of Nether. After leaving the farm he was indirectly responsible for the death of his siblings and parents. If Errown had stayed they would have indeed been protected by his abnormal strength at his age. Instead Errown had left for immediate training and due to this his family had been killed. Errown is known to have committed hundreds of deaths before his acceptance into the academy under the guidance of the Magic Council. These are believed to be a possible result of why they have been contemplating a warrant for his capture.
Gilfer, a breed from the continent that lies on the other side of the world. Gilfer is an rare occurrence of someone who had crossbred with a Night Elves from Tectoria and Orcs from the native continent. Gilfer had followed under the path of his father Benthem and entered the academy for guidance to power. A rare fact about Gilfer is the mysterious sigils that currently inhabit his body. These sigils grant deep strength when awoken and give power to the man who owns them. Gilfer decided to take a route of magic known as the Vanquisher path. Vanquisher Magicians are magicians who specialize in light manipulation magic which creates and bends weapons at their will. Gilfer having a past with Weapon Mastery and Magic gives him the needed benefit to be a skilled Vanquisher who could eventually become someone to fear.
Gilfer walking down the hallway with his his comrades Aerik and Blizzard nervously. The sound of their footsteps synchronized as they walk in silence. There was not a soul in the halls, it was almost as if the student body all knew what was to come. The headmaster was rarely seen, let alone heard so him calling students to his office directly was a momentous occasion and an ominous one. As they got far enough down the hallway where the door to the headmasters office could be seen, Gilfer broke the silence. "So, think hes gonna kill us? I cant imagine hes too happy with us uncovering branchwood's secrets." He had his hands in his pockets as to not show that they were shaking. When they arrived at the door Gilfer stood still and waited for someone else to open it
Aerik limped along the path with crutches lodged awkwardly at his side. It was the best he could do. There was very little of him that was left not bandaged or encased in a cast. The nurses, who were reluctant to have him leave the infirmary in the first place, thought it a miracle that he could even limp let alone walk the distance to the Headmaster's office. As he walked through the doors, nurses shouting reminders to come right back after this business concluded unlike the last time, people whom he had never met before approached him, asking to "sign his cast". A queer cultural norm is what Aerik would conclude it to be before begging them to be gentle whilst they did it. Now, all along his arm, he brandished the names of those who superficially cared for his grave condition. But the gesture, while arbitrary, made him feel like less of a fool in the bulky casting and cloth bandages.
Nevertheless, Aerik limped with most of his energy in an attempt to catch up to Gilfer and Blizzard. Even the action of walking, the likes of which we all take for granted after we first master it, made him struggle for air. Never before had Aerik been in such pain. He concluded that the headmaster must be furious if he made him walk all this way, even in his condition. Then what Gilfer said sent a chill down his weak spine. What if he truly intended to murder them for what they did? Aerik was in no condition to run away from such an engagement let alone fight back. But, there was no point in dodging the meeting. This was the Headmaster's school. He would find them no matter where they were. Trying such a thing may make the penalty steeper as well. "Let's hope not", is all Aerik managed to choke out from numb lungs.
Finally, Aerik managed to reach the door after lagging behind the others. He stared at the doorknob, eyes wide. To grab it felt as if accepting one's own death. Death scared him just as much as everyone else. He didn't feel ready to go. But, he closed his eyes and let his body carry his free hand over to its gilded nob. The cold chill of its metal reminded him of his past numbness, the same feeling that came after Timet destroyed nearly every bone in his body. To think that one could have such strength... But, it was not the time for that. He twisted his wrist to bring the metal turning with him. He reached a point, but let go. Not out of his own will, mind you. In his state, he often felt as if his body formed a mind of its own. He reached again for it, gave it a light turn, but was yet again denied by a force of will stronger than his own. Aerik breathed a deep sigh. "Can one of you get this.", he said, frowning in embarrassment.
Nevertheless, Aerik limped with most of his energy in an attempt to catch up to Gilfer and Blizzard. Even the action of walking, the likes of which we all take for granted after we first master it, made him struggle for air. Never before had Aerik been in such pain. He concluded that the headmaster must be furious if he made him walk all this way, even in his condition. Then what Gilfer said sent a chill down his weak spine. What if he truly intended to murder them for what they did? Aerik was in no condition to run away from such an engagement let alone fight back. But, there was no point in dodging the meeting. This was the Headmaster's school. He would find them no matter where they were. Trying such a thing may make the penalty steeper as well. "Let's hope not", is all Aerik managed to choke out from numb lungs.
Finally, Aerik managed to reach the door after lagging behind the others. He stared at the doorknob, eyes wide. To grab it felt as if accepting one's own death. Death scared him just as much as everyone else. He didn't feel ready to go. But, he closed his eyes and let his body carry his free hand over to its gilded nob. The cold chill of its metal reminded him of his past numbness, the same feeling that came after Timet destroyed nearly every bone in his body. To think that one could have such strength... But, it was not the time for that. He twisted his wrist to bring the metal turning with him. He reached a point, but let go. Not out of his own will, mind you. In his state, he often felt as if his body formed a mind of its own. He reached again for it, gave it a light turn, but was yet again denied by a force of will stronger than his own. Aerik breathed a deep sigh. "Can one of you get this.", he said, frowning in embarrassment.
Blizzard had walked up next to April as he was attempting to open the door. Blizzard was well aware of the grave situation they were all in. Although for Blizzard it was difficult to grasp the true meaning of one's life. In terms of life he truly understand what it meant to be living. It's true that in the past Blizzard had seen much death and many people he cared for no longer existed. It was just a teeth gritting reminder that often appeared in his mind as he thought of it. "Sure, I'll get it for you Aerik. Also, try not to worry about being killed. If he did want to kill us after the event he would have done soon beforehand. I mean consider how easy it would have been for him to just go and "fake" your death Aerik;Especially in a condition where your body took such considerable damage. It would have easily been accepted as an accidental death of succumbing to injuries after all."
Blizzard had let off a deep sigh as he gave a sort of grin to Aerik, hoping that at least what he said would help calm both their nerves. Blizzard gripped the doorknob his outer exterior of his hand covered by a thick glove and began to turn it. Even with his glove on the doorknob had begun to freeze in place. Perhaps out of luck or even by the off chance that there was enough moisture on the doorknob from Aerik gripping it previously. Blizzard tried to turn the knob but the effort became futile as it came to a stop halfway between opening. "Uhhh, well it looks like we can leave now..." he said with a slight chuckle moving his other hand behind his head. It was obvious, Blizzard was nervous as well as he continued to move his one hand up and down the back side of his head with a slight laugh.
Blizzard's normal smile had begun to default to a slight frown. "Sorry for making this more difficult than it already was." He lowered his hand from the doorknob and backed away from it. "I forget how easy it is for me to indirectly freeze objects."
Blizzard had let off a deep sigh as he gave a sort of grin to Aerik, hoping that at least what he said would help calm both their nerves. Blizzard gripped the doorknob his outer exterior of his hand covered by a thick glove and began to turn it. Even with his glove on the doorknob had begun to freeze in place. Perhaps out of luck or even by the off chance that there was enough moisture on the doorknob from Aerik gripping it previously. Blizzard tried to turn the knob but the effort became futile as it came to a stop halfway between opening. "Uhhh, well it looks like we can leave now..." he said with a slight chuckle moving his other hand behind his head. It was obvious, Blizzard was nervous as well as he continued to move his one hand up and down the back side of his head with a slight laugh.
Blizzard's normal smile had begun to default to a slight frown. "Sorry for making this more difficult than it already was." He lowered his hand from the doorknob and backed away from it. "I forget how easy it is for me to indirectly freeze objects."
Gilfer could sense that he wasn't the only one worried about their situation "Well looks like were all a little nervous." He let out a slight laugh trying to lighten the mood. He could feel the cool aura emanating off blizzard creep up his spine as he thought of the implications of what his next action might be. Gilfer reached his hand forward until it reached the frozen over doorknob, he focused on his hand covering it in a warm solid light that wrapped around his hand and the knob, warming them both. The ice melted off of the knob and dripped to the floor, every drop seemed to come slower as what Gilfer thought was their impending doom approached.
After the ice was melted Gilfer turned his wrist almost subconsciously opening the door creaking it open. The door slowly panned back revealing more and more of the dark room filled with bookshelves, trophies, and other mementos of his past. They could see the back of a grand leather chair the slowly swiveled to reveal the headmaster himself. Gilfer stood there awkwardly in the presence of this man whose power he could feel from across the room.
After the ice was melted Gilfer turned his wrist almost subconsciously opening the door creaking it open. The door slowly panned back revealing more and more of the dark room filled with bookshelves, trophies, and other mementos of his past. They could see the back of a grand leather chair the slowly swiveled to reveal the headmaster himself. Gilfer stood there awkwardly in the presence of this man whose power he could feel from across the room.
Aerik watched in deep suspense as Gilfer opened the door, his eyes finding themselves unable to look away. Perhaps it was just his body refusing to listen once more. That wasn't the case, however. Rather, to look away was to show weakness; a burden he could not afford in the current circumstance. So, he stared down the old polished door, memorizing the short low creak it gave when it was open enough to reveal the dark velvet carpet of the inside office. When it was completely open, he found himself still staring where the knob once was, but snapped back to reality upon the realization that the owner of the office was watching. After all, weakness was a burden he that couldn't afford. Not now.
Aerik forced his head up to come face to face with the back of a deep brown leather seat turned condescendingly away from the entrance. If Aerik weren't so numb, he would grit his teeth. He gave a quick glance to Blizzard and then to Gilfer before realizing that the half-orc had already begun to walk inside. There was no going back now, he supposed. The flood gates had been pulled to far open for him to weather the torrent of all this grief. He felt his left leg step forward, followed weakly by the movement of his crutch. His right side continued this until his dull senses livened to leave him standing in front of the Headmaster's large wooden desk. He hadn't felt so detached from reality since the day his life changed. The day that caused him to be standing here, cold sweat running all over his body and with a pain that warmed through the numbness along his cool skin.
He found a chair placed behind him. He didn't remember how he knew it was there, must have knocked into it on the way in. Regardless, he backed up, as if on instinct, and sat himself down in it, letting his aching body lay still. He wanted to say something to the Headmaster. He wanted to shout out all that he felt about him; the way he knew about the attacks, the knowledge he had that he kept secret from those whom it affected. Now people were dead and he was to blame. But, Aerik's lips would stay cemented in place, not single tone or grunt escaping them. Instead, he chose to wait until everyone was in the room. After all, Errown was still yet to be in attendance.
Aerik forced his head up to come face to face with the back of a deep brown leather seat turned condescendingly away from the entrance. If Aerik weren't so numb, he would grit his teeth. He gave a quick glance to Blizzard and then to Gilfer before realizing that the half-orc had already begun to walk inside. There was no going back now, he supposed. The flood gates had been pulled to far open for him to weather the torrent of all this grief. He felt his left leg step forward, followed weakly by the movement of his crutch. His right side continued this until his dull senses livened to leave him standing in front of the Headmaster's large wooden desk. He hadn't felt so detached from reality since the day his life changed. The day that caused him to be standing here, cold sweat running all over his body and with a pain that warmed through the numbness along his cool skin.
He found a chair placed behind him. He didn't remember how he knew it was there, must have knocked into it on the way in. Regardless, he backed up, as if on instinct, and sat himself down in it, letting his aching body lay still. He wanted to say something to the Headmaster. He wanted to shout out all that he felt about him; the way he knew about the attacks, the knowledge he had that he kept secret from those whom it affected. Now people were dead and he was to blame. But, Aerik's lips would stay cemented in place, not single tone or grunt escaping them. Instead, he chose to wait until everyone was in the room. After all, Errown was still yet to be in attendance.
As the three men entered the room the head master leaned forward looking at the three. "So, you all finally managed to make it here after such a period of time. I'm surprised you took so long, your excused from this regard Aerik. Errown had already been here and left about twenty minutes ago. He had arrived early to get it out of the way to prepare for the match this week. That being said I'm interested in what you three have to say about the damage to the archives. I also am very interested to hear about this man Timet... Let alone the second individual named Voxic who Errown chased."
He planted his hands down roughly on the table and stood up knocking his chair back. " You three have set back the Academy immensely with the damage you caused! Although I'm glad you managed to make Timet retreat from the archives. That's the reason I decided that none of you are to get punished. Though you aren't off the hook just yet..." the head master pulled his chair back over and sat down looking at the three again. "I want you three to give me information on yourselves to resupply the archives. This is the only punishment you shall suffer at this time... But, remember you are now all going to be watched carefully. So I suggest you keep the problems toned down in the future... You will not be lucky a second time."
He planted his hands down roughly on the table and stood up knocking his chair back. " You three have set back the Academy immensely with the damage you caused! Although I'm glad you managed to make Timet retreat from the archives. That's the reason I decided that none of you are to get punished. Though you aren't off the hook just yet..." the head master pulled his chair back over and sat down looking at the three again. "I want you three to give me information on yourselves to resupply the archives. This is the only punishment you shall suffer at this time... But, remember you are now all going to be watched carefully. So I suggest you keep the problems toned down in the future... You will not be lucky a second time."
Gilfer too took a seat next to Aerik and exhaled in relief. He rested his elbows on his knees and let his hands fall. He let out a sigh and said "Well i guess ill go first. Its better than what i thought would happen." he leaned back in his chair and said "I'm from what was formerly known as Annoth city but is now in the orcs domain. My mother, Tyra, a Night-Elf from Tectoria. My father, Bentham, an Orc from a rampaging clan of orcs that stumbled his way int a battle that crossed the two of their paths. After battling together to defeat a necromancer that was harassing both of their lands. They fell in love and were condemned by both of their families for that fate so they decided to leave to the free city of Annoth. There they had me and raised me for seven years before the orc clan learned of their location. Being unable to stand the fact that one of their own was living with an elf they continued their warpath through the city and slaughtered nearly everyone. My father was one of their greatest warriors but their numbers were too great. His father however bought his mother enough time to seal these sigils and teleport me out of the city. Her last words to me were "These will keep you safe. Remember we will always love you, now live." I awoke in the back of a caravan headed towards the northern end of the continent. I was raised by a nice human family who found me in, the frozen north, up until about three years ago. I went out on my own, joined a couple of arenas honed my skills in battle then i heard of this place and decided this was better suited for my needs. I will take my city back and that is about all that there is to know about me.
Blizzard blinked at the words the Head Master had said. " Talk about my past? As if I would give that information out to anyone." Blizzard listened closely to what Gilfer had to say about his own past. The stuff that he said seemed to be close to some of his own reasons. One of which was to enact revenge for his wife who had been "killed" by a group of individuals who kept saying Blizzard betrayed them. Bringing up the thought of this memory became an instant problem as the floor beneath Blizzard began to freeze over as he gritted his teeth.
Blizzard began to clench his fists tightly and his eyes began to glow a brighter blue than normal. The rooms temperatures began to dip down quickly into the fifties. It had originally been somewhere in the seventies before Blizzard began to influence the area. It was obvious something was wrong with Blizzard as he begun to think about these things. Blizzard quickly rose his hand and struck the wall next to him. The strike had been hard enough to cracking the wall all around the impact spot.
"You... Head Master, I hope you don't consider this disrespectful but, I'm not just going to tell you about my life. My life isn't a natural occurrence and it probably can't be replicated to a result such as myself. I already know you've realized that I've had interactions with Voxic in the past. Let alone you already know that I'm a half breed Accursed... So what else would you need to know about someone like myself. I can tell you that the Accursed are close to being extinct in this day and age. Out of all of us to my knowledge only a few remain. The Poison, Dark, Light and Ice Accursed are all that remain of these rare beings. Unfortunately I'm the only one left who's actually good... As ironic as that is the light Accursed is also evil."
Blizzard took a moment to unclench his hand which was slightly damaged from the impact. "Sorry about the wall, I just had been reminded of some awful memories is all." he moved himself away from the group and sat down.
Blizzard began to clench his fists tightly and his eyes began to glow a brighter blue than normal. The rooms temperatures began to dip down quickly into the fifties. It had originally been somewhere in the seventies before Blizzard began to influence the area. It was obvious something was wrong with Blizzard as he begun to think about these things. Blizzard quickly rose his hand and struck the wall next to him. The strike had been hard enough to cracking the wall all around the impact spot.
"You... Head Master, I hope you don't consider this disrespectful but, I'm not just going to tell you about my life. My life isn't a natural occurrence and it probably can't be replicated to a result such as myself. I already know you've realized that I've had interactions with Voxic in the past. Let alone you already know that I'm a half breed Accursed... So what else would you need to know about someone like myself. I can tell you that the Accursed are close to being extinct in this day and age. Out of all of us to my knowledge only a few remain. The Poison, Dark, Light and Ice Accursed are all that remain of these rare beings. Unfortunately I'm the only one left who's actually good... As ironic as that is the light Accursed is also evil."
Blizzard took a moment to unclench his hand which was slightly damaged from the impact. "Sorry about the wall, I just had been reminded of some awful memories is all." he moved himself away from the group and sat down.
The chill of Blizzard's rage bothered his already numbing skin. It was like being forced to feel the grief of the boy when Aerik was already overwhelmed by his own. Aerik let out a deep sigh, sinking his body deeper into a slouch as he sat, always just the slightest bit away from comfort. It was a sensation so small, but it was torturous nonetheless. "Not only were we battered and beaten in battle, but we must also expose ourselves to you? You must not know the meaning of the word 'low', gracious Headmaster. To pluck at what little pride we have left is appalling, but, you wouldn't know much of pride, would you Headmaster?", he said condescendingly before reprimanding himself for being so cocky. He knew it was not the time, nor the place. But, he was a cripple in fool's garb; a point of being that he was not at all fond of. Surely one would understand if even his patience was being tested.
Nevertheless, Aerik knew there was no point in resisting the man's will. After all, he would mostly just be filling in information already known by the Headmaster's incessant spying. With eyes glaring deeply into the Headmaster's stern gaze, he spoke. "I don't recall much of my past. I was taken from my parents at a very young age. I don't remember their names or even what they look like. I suppose they would resemble a bit of myself.", he said with light chuckle before flinching. It hurt to laugh in even the slightest. "I was trained at a monastery to be what was called a 'Vigil of the Aether' which meant I was chosen to he who would take over once the current Vigil passed into the Aether Realm. My training was nearly complete at the age of Eighteen, when I was tasked with spreading the word of the Aether on a pilgrimage across the continent. The trip would take me a whole year to complete and they were some of the happiest days of my young life. I was able to meet so many interesting people. I was introduced to the wonder that is music's sweet tones and melodies. During that time, I read my first work of fiction and became infatuated with knowledge.", he said, smiling during his joyous reminiscing.
But that joy would not last on Aerik's tired face. A deep frown of sadness and guilt would soon envelop his grin as he dreaded telling the next part of his story. "But, I had a duty to my community. While in truth I would have wanted nothing more to stay, I felt like my duty was more important. So, I traveled back and reached the monastery's gates only to find it in burning to the ground. My people, those who had taught me so much, had been left freshly slaughtered like animals at my feet. I was consumed by sadness. I didn't see them come from behind and I was struck by a blunt object. The feeling of the warm blood rolling down my head was very vivid, but much is a blur.", he said, clenching a weak fist. He couldn't control it. His body didn't feel like it was his anymore. "Their leader, the leader of the bandits who did the horrible deed that is, put a knife to my throat, mocking my faith before killing me. I didn't feel the warmth of the blood anymore. No, everything was very cold. I remember seeing only bright light. A calming voice told me that it wanted me to write its legacy across this world and others through my actions. It did not tell me what that meant, but I didn't question much. I felt too cold, I didn't think of much other than how cold it felt."
"I opened my eyes again and I was standing before the bandits who had taken it all from me. They were knocked backward and they looked afraid. I didn't know what was going on and I felt nothing. Or, at least, I don't remember feeling much. The leader charged at me with the same knife that took my life the first time. I remember thinking that it would be a damn shame if I were to die the same way a second time. I don't remember killing him, but I know I did. Along with all the others as well. One by one. I took from them the same they took from me. However, they would not stand back up as monsters... not like me. I stayed staring at what I had done for hours before leaving the crumbling monastery for the final time. I had a new purpose now. On that day, I vowed to cleanse evils from existence to the best of my ability.", he said, looking down after his final words. He clenched a fist, not caring about the pain it caused him. He felt numb, true. But in more than just the physical sense. Looking back up, he continued through the pain. "As for my 'gift', as the voice called it, I have the ability to manipulate my bones into anything I would like. I mostly use them to create weapons in battle, but I've managed other feats, such as lock-picking and creating surgical tools. However, to use this, the bones must shift and rupture through my skin...", he paused a moment hesitant to speak further. So much pain plagued his being. "It pains me greatly every time I use the ability. The wounds created by my powers heal very quickly once I withdraw my constructs, but they still bleed and I run risk quite often of losing too much blood to continue fighting. Wounds caused by any other source heal much more slowly. But, I've found my skeletal structure stronger than the average human's. That's most likely the only reason I am still alive."
Aerik stopped at that and clenched his teeth. He felt overwhelming anger rush through him. All his pain, all his guilt; manifested into his small broken body. "You don't deserve this school, you know.", Aerik said, anger rising in his tone. "This institution, while glorious on the surface, is flawed, and you have only yourself to blame for that, oh gracious Headmaster. Your puppetry of staff blindly follow the misguided decisions of a fool sitting behind a small desk. They haven't failed you. No, you will always fail them. So, be angry. Show all the emotion you want. But no one will ever sympathize with he who hides himself behind walls of stone and barriers of magic. I know the wrong you've done this school. And you expect ME, THE MAN WHO NEARLY DIED FOR THE SECOND TIME IN HIS SHORT LIFE BECAUSE OF YOUR MISTAKES, TO FEEL SORRY FOR MY ACTIONS? PATHETIC! THAT'S ALL. YOU. ARE!", he shouted. Aerik huffed air in and out of inflamed nostrils as he stared down the Headmaster. The anger had fled his inner being now, leaving him feeling nothing again. A numbness that left him feeling empty as well. "I hope you are satisfied. You will know very little satisfaction in your life.", he said, slumping backward into the chair with a coughing fit. The pain rolled back in like a high tide.
Nevertheless, Aerik knew there was no point in resisting the man's will. After all, he would mostly just be filling in information already known by the Headmaster's incessant spying. With eyes glaring deeply into the Headmaster's stern gaze, he spoke. "I don't recall much of my past. I was taken from my parents at a very young age. I don't remember their names or even what they look like. I suppose they would resemble a bit of myself.", he said with light chuckle before flinching. It hurt to laugh in even the slightest. "I was trained at a monastery to be what was called a 'Vigil of the Aether' which meant I was chosen to he who would take over once the current Vigil passed into the Aether Realm. My training was nearly complete at the age of Eighteen, when I was tasked with spreading the word of the Aether on a pilgrimage across the continent. The trip would take me a whole year to complete and they were some of the happiest days of my young life. I was able to meet so many interesting people. I was introduced to the wonder that is music's sweet tones and melodies. During that time, I read my first work of fiction and became infatuated with knowledge.", he said, smiling during his joyous reminiscing.
But that joy would not last on Aerik's tired face. A deep frown of sadness and guilt would soon envelop his grin as he dreaded telling the next part of his story. "But, I had a duty to my community. While in truth I would have wanted nothing more to stay, I felt like my duty was more important. So, I traveled back and reached the monastery's gates only to find it in burning to the ground. My people, those who had taught me so much, had been left freshly slaughtered like animals at my feet. I was consumed by sadness. I didn't see them come from behind and I was struck by a blunt object. The feeling of the warm blood rolling down my head was very vivid, but much is a blur.", he said, clenching a weak fist. He couldn't control it. His body didn't feel like it was his anymore. "Their leader, the leader of the bandits who did the horrible deed that is, put a knife to my throat, mocking my faith before killing me. I didn't feel the warmth of the blood anymore. No, everything was very cold. I remember seeing only bright light. A calming voice told me that it wanted me to write its legacy across this world and others through my actions. It did not tell me what that meant, but I didn't question much. I felt too cold, I didn't think of much other than how cold it felt."
"I opened my eyes again and I was standing before the bandits who had taken it all from me. They were knocked backward and they looked afraid. I didn't know what was going on and I felt nothing. Or, at least, I don't remember feeling much. The leader charged at me with the same knife that took my life the first time. I remember thinking that it would be a damn shame if I were to die the same way a second time. I don't remember killing him, but I know I did. Along with all the others as well. One by one. I took from them the same they took from me. However, they would not stand back up as monsters... not like me. I stayed staring at what I had done for hours before leaving the crumbling monastery for the final time. I had a new purpose now. On that day, I vowed to cleanse evils from existence to the best of my ability.", he said, looking down after his final words. He clenched a fist, not caring about the pain it caused him. He felt numb, true. But in more than just the physical sense. Looking back up, he continued through the pain. "As for my 'gift', as the voice called it, I have the ability to manipulate my bones into anything I would like. I mostly use them to create weapons in battle, but I've managed other feats, such as lock-picking and creating surgical tools. However, to use this, the bones must shift and rupture through my skin...", he paused a moment hesitant to speak further. So much pain plagued his being. "It pains me greatly every time I use the ability. The wounds created by my powers heal very quickly once I withdraw my constructs, but they still bleed and I run risk quite often of losing too much blood to continue fighting. Wounds caused by any other source heal much more slowly. But, I've found my skeletal structure stronger than the average human's. That's most likely the only reason I am still alive."
Aerik stopped at that and clenched his teeth. He felt overwhelming anger rush through him. All his pain, all his guilt; manifested into his small broken body. "You don't deserve this school, you know.", Aerik said, anger rising in his tone. "This institution, while glorious on the surface, is flawed, and you have only yourself to blame for that, oh gracious Headmaster. Your puppetry of staff blindly follow the misguided decisions of a fool sitting behind a small desk. They haven't failed you. No, you will always fail them. So, be angry. Show all the emotion you want. But no one will ever sympathize with he who hides himself behind walls of stone and barriers of magic. I know the wrong you've done this school. And you expect ME, THE MAN WHO NEARLY DIED FOR THE SECOND TIME IN HIS SHORT LIFE BECAUSE OF YOUR MISTAKES, TO FEEL SORRY FOR MY ACTIONS? PATHETIC! THAT'S ALL. YOU. ARE!", he shouted. Aerik huffed air in and out of inflamed nostrils as he stared down the Headmaster. The anger had fled his inner being now, leaving him feeling nothing again. A numbness that left him feeling empty as well. "I hope you are satisfied. You will know very little satisfaction in your life.", he said, slumping backward into the chair with a coughing fit. The pain rolled back in like a high tide.
The Head Master listened to every word the three spoke of. It was almost an amusing feeling for the man who sat at his desk as if being told a story. He let out a sort of laugh and leaned forward again, although this time the man pointed a finger at Aerik as he let out a soft laugh. "You think I don't deserve this school you say? What a laughing matter you bring up child. You sir, you have no idea the kind of man I am do you? I suppose you wouldn't have any clue because i keep my own personal life to myself. It's such a shame you have to think this way. I actually had thought I was beginning to like you three as students. It seems I can't take it that way anymore can I. Especially if you decided to think this way on your own."
The man stood up calmly and walked around the desk to the front of it. He moved himself up onto the desk before making direct eye contact with the three. Unlike the times before this time there was something different about the glare. It had become much more malevolent and intimidating at that. "You, child of the Aether, are a mere pawn in this disgusting world. You wouldn't understand something that someone like I does for a living. You were the one who almost died on your own terms, child. If you had been stronger you wouldn't be such a disgrace that you are right now; To actually think someone like yourself would think to be superior to a man like me. You are the dirt, the earth that I walk upon. You are nothing more than a mere pawn and I believe that you will never bring forth the dreams you wish for. Do you wish for me to stop hiding, to bring myself into the light? If you truly desire such a thought than try to kill me right on the spot and see what happens. Won't you do me the favor of showing me your true power?" The man stood there as if waiting for something. "If you show your actual power I would't mind giving you a taste of my power. A man who comes from a background of pure excellence and is revered in many countries. Yes, I'm not just as influential as I am here in the Academy. It's become something that had spread to many countries due to my strength and success as an individual."
The man changed his glare to Gilfer next and his glare changed in severity. This time it wasn't a glare that would pierce through one's being to its core. Instead it seemed more interested and intrigued with Gilfer's story. "So, You are a child whose father participated in the war I see? Such a shame for your father Bentham to have produced an heir who can barley wield a sword with confidence. Such a waste of talent was passed onto someone like yourself? I knew your father personally and indeed he was a fierce warrior. I would even be willing to place his strength along the lines of our arena masters in the Academy. Though, Your father wasn't a man to get caught up in such an environment. He hadn't stayed in the school as the conflict in the orc continent began to grow. He actually had left the Academy probably a few years or so before the man met his so called "wife". I'm surprised such a women of elven grace would fall in love with a brute like him. It's true that your father had a soft side for people. But, Even so the man had done inexcusable things in his past didn't you know?" The glare began to intensify at Gilfer and became something that should be feared. "Your father didn't just leave this Academy in a peaceful way. Instead the man tried to do exactly as your friend Aerik had been saying. Except he did it in a more serious and damaging way." The anger in the man's eyes began to fluctuate as he spoke more about Bentham.
"Your father began to expose secrets of the Academy to other schools to improve their chances against us. He didn't want us to become successful and began to work on destroying the Academy from the inside out. Your father was once a exalted student who began to fall off the ladder in his end years. It came a day when he up and finally left the academy for good. Along with him leaving many students followed his lead and left along with him. That was until I exposed such a flawed past the man had and how disgraceful of a past he had. Everyone stopped following him and returned to the Academy without a second thought." He let out a laugh that would say "He was pathetic" and grinned at Gilfer. "Have you decided to begin to do what your father tried Gilfer? If you do I won't be so forgiving this time around. I will be ready to use force to stop you." His voice had lost emotion and slowly developed into something to be feared. "Either way, I can't see someone like yourself leaving this Academy so soon. You still need our guidance whether you like it or not Mr. Ro-Cael."
The Head Master finally drifted his glare to Blizzard and immediately began to laugh at the man. "It's such a shame to see someone like you in such a emotional distress. Your kind is something people envy over Klavern, A man who doesn't need to worry about aging. Such a life is something many people would be willing to give anything for. Let alone your a part of the unique Accursed breed and have some amazing talent along with it. It must be very enjoyable to live that kind of life Klavern, A life without worries, A life where you can do as you please. If I could I would take such a place and use it to my own extent. Unfortunately, we cannot all be as lucky as you and live forever." He moved his glare to Blizzard's two friends who sat in the same room as him.
"Did you two know of any of this? The child who you call your friend is only using you. He's a man who is a part of a dying breed which can only survive through power struggles. After all, the accursed have always lived above our kind and only used us to become stronger. Isn't that right Blizzard, Whether you like it or not your just like Voxic aren't you? You were as much the reason for the death of Serefina as any of the other Accursed. To think that you couldn't even save your own wife is disgusting! Let alone be the cause for her death!" The Head Master began to let out a very wicked laugh as he mocked Blizzard. "You are such a sorrowful individual to lead your wife to her death! She didn't even understand what had occurred until it was to late. You betrayed the Accursed's code and they decided to take your wife's life. All your fault Blizzard and you can't forget something like that can you? Oh, I also heard that her elemental beast is still sealed away today!"
He began to laugh hysterically at Blizzard's misfortune as a crazy individual would. During this meeting with the Head Master it was becoming clear just the kind of person the Head Master truly was. Although, Even if these students became aware of this they couldn't do anything about it. In fact it was almost impossible to truly leave BranchWood Academy due to the amount of potential it had for it's students. The Head Master stopped laughing for a moment and looked at Blizzard again. "So, Wait if her elemental beast is still sealed away doesn't that mean you couldn't even put her out of her suffering? Oh wait, I forgot you tried to kill that beast before but it over powered you didn't it? You had no choice but to seal it away and seek for ways to become stronger. That must be your true reason for coming to the Academy isn't it?" He began to laugh at Blizzard again this time at his weakness as an Accursed.
The man stood up calmly and walked around the desk to the front of it. He moved himself up onto the desk before making direct eye contact with the three. Unlike the times before this time there was something different about the glare. It had become much more malevolent and intimidating at that. "You, child of the Aether, are a mere pawn in this disgusting world. You wouldn't understand something that someone like I does for a living. You were the one who almost died on your own terms, child. If you had been stronger you wouldn't be such a disgrace that you are right now; To actually think someone like yourself would think to be superior to a man like me. You are the dirt, the earth that I walk upon. You are nothing more than a mere pawn and I believe that you will never bring forth the dreams you wish for. Do you wish for me to stop hiding, to bring myself into the light? If you truly desire such a thought than try to kill me right on the spot and see what happens. Won't you do me the favor of showing me your true power?" The man stood there as if waiting for something. "If you show your actual power I would't mind giving you a taste of my power. A man who comes from a background of pure excellence and is revered in many countries. Yes, I'm not just as influential as I am here in the Academy. It's become something that had spread to many countries due to my strength and success as an individual."
The man changed his glare to Gilfer next and his glare changed in severity. This time it wasn't a glare that would pierce through one's being to its core. Instead it seemed more interested and intrigued with Gilfer's story. "So, You are a child whose father participated in the war I see? Such a shame for your father Bentham to have produced an heir who can barley wield a sword with confidence. Such a waste of talent was passed onto someone like yourself? I knew your father personally and indeed he was a fierce warrior. I would even be willing to place his strength along the lines of our arena masters in the Academy. Though, Your father wasn't a man to get caught up in such an environment. He hadn't stayed in the school as the conflict in the orc continent began to grow. He actually had left the Academy probably a few years or so before the man met his so called "wife". I'm surprised such a women of elven grace would fall in love with a brute like him. It's true that your father had a soft side for people. But, Even so the man had done inexcusable things in his past didn't you know?" The glare began to intensify at Gilfer and became something that should be feared. "Your father didn't just leave this Academy in a peaceful way. Instead the man tried to do exactly as your friend Aerik had been saying. Except he did it in a more serious and damaging way." The anger in the man's eyes began to fluctuate as he spoke more about Bentham.
"Your father began to expose secrets of the Academy to other schools to improve their chances against us. He didn't want us to become successful and began to work on destroying the Academy from the inside out. Your father was once a exalted student who began to fall off the ladder in his end years. It came a day when he up and finally left the academy for good. Along with him leaving many students followed his lead and left along with him. That was until I exposed such a flawed past the man had and how disgraceful of a past he had. Everyone stopped following him and returned to the Academy without a second thought." He let out a laugh that would say "He was pathetic" and grinned at Gilfer. "Have you decided to begin to do what your father tried Gilfer? If you do I won't be so forgiving this time around. I will be ready to use force to stop you." His voice had lost emotion and slowly developed into something to be feared. "Either way, I can't see someone like yourself leaving this Academy so soon. You still need our guidance whether you like it or not Mr. Ro-Cael."
The Head Master finally drifted his glare to Blizzard and immediately began to laugh at the man. "It's such a shame to see someone like you in such a emotional distress. Your kind is something people envy over Klavern, A man who doesn't need to worry about aging. Such a life is something many people would be willing to give anything for. Let alone your a part of the unique Accursed breed and have some amazing talent along with it. It must be very enjoyable to live that kind of life Klavern, A life without worries, A life where you can do as you please. If I could I would take such a place and use it to my own extent. Unfortunately, we cannot all be as lucky as you and live forever." He moved his glare to Blizzard's two friends who sat in the same room as him.
"Did you two know of any of this? The child who you call your friend is only using you. He's a man who is a part of a dying breed which can only survive through power struggles. After all, the accursed have always lived above our kind and only used us to become stronger. Isn't that right Blizzard, Whether you like it or not your just like Voxic aren't you? You were as much the reason for the death of Serefina as any of the other Accursed. To think that you couldn't even save your own wife is disgusting! Let alone be the cause for her death!" The Head Master began to let out a very wicked laugh as he mocked Blizzard. "You are such a sorrowful individual to lead your wife to her death! She didn't even understand what had occurred until it was to late. You betrayed the Accursed's code and they decided to take your wife's life. All your fault Blizzard and you can't forget something like that can you? Oh, I also heard that her elemental beast is still sealed away today!"
He began to laugh hysterically at Blizzard's misfortune as a crazy individual would. During this meeting with the Head Master it was becoming clear just the kind of person the Head Master truly was. Although, Even if these students became aware of this they couldn't do anything about it. In fact it was almost impossible to truly leave BranchWood Academy due to the amount of potential it had for it's students. The Head Master stopped laughing for a moment and looked at Blizzard again. "So, Wait if her elemental beast is still sealed away doesn't that mean you couldn't even put her out of her suffering? Oh wait, I forgot you tried to kill that beast before but it over powered you didn't it? You had no choice but to seal it away and seek for ways to become stronger. That must be your true reason for coming to the Academy isn't it?" He began to laugh at Blizzard again this time at his weakness as an Accursed.
Gilfer's eyes brightened up to a point where they were casting a shadow behind the headmaster after being spoken down to by the Headmaster. He took in this new found information about his father enrolling in the school as he clenched the arms of his chair to hold his anger. He waited as the headmaster continued on to scrutinize Blizzard after him. Gilfer waited a few seconds after the headmaster had finished to see if anyone else was to speak before him. He looked into the headmaster's eyes and spoke slowly and softly separating each word as if it were its own sentence. "My father was was an orc!" Gilfer's words began to come out louder and faster. "Of course he took part in the conquest that's not what defined him. He saw past his bloodthirsty routes and came to the light. He met my mother and started to fight for what was right. He found out what was truly worth his blade not land, or glory, but life!, And your blatant disregard for it sickens me!"
Gilfer paused once more regaining his composure "A wise man once asked me What is better? To be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort? I've already had this crisis and I know my answer. I may not be able to wield a sword worth a damn, but that's why i'm here. And betraying the school, if the school then was anything like it is now it doesn't deserve anyone's loyalty." Gilfer stood up, his whole body emanating a slight glow, and stated "I gave you my story, you have your damn information for your archives. I don't need to stand here and take your condescending monologues." Gilfer turned around and headed for the door.
Gilfer paused once more regaining his composure "A wise man once asked me What is better? To be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort? I've already had this crisis and I know my answer. I may not be able to wield a sword worth a damn, but that's why i'm here. And betraying the school, if the school then was anything like it is now it doesn't deserve anyone's loyalty." Gilfer stood up, his whole body emanating a slight glow, and stated "I gave you my story, you have your damn information for your archives. I don't need to stand here and take your condescending monologues." Gilfer turned around and headed for the door.
The air in the room began to drop drastically in a split second after the head master finshed demoralizing him. "You, You! YOU! How dare you speak that way about my wife! I KNOW IT HAPPENED BECAUSE OF ME!" he walked forward to the Head Master as the air chilled further. It obviously had worked the head master broke through into Blizzard's emotions. He had snapped emotionally and was ready to attack the head master.
Blizzard began to speak things that he should never utter. "I betrayed those who first aimed to hurt us! I didn't do it to have my wife killed! How dare you speak of such things! I won't stand here and listen to you batter my wife! You can say anything about myself because of my cursed blood! But, Serefina was more than just an Accursed... SEREFINA WAS THE KINDEST PERSON I HAVE EVER KNOWN! DON'T YOU DARE USE MY NAME IN VAIN! SHE IS THE ONE WHO RENAMED ME!"
Blizzard stood in front of the head master radiating a large amount of hate towards the Head Master. "So you want someone to try to kill you? Is that what you said Head Master?" the glow in Blizzard's eyes began to emanate a very evil feeling from it. The moisture around his hand began to crystallize around his hand forming a blade. Shortly after it was completed Blizzard rose his hand to strike at the Head Master.
Blizzard began to speak things that he should never utter. "I betrayed those who first aimed to hurt us! I didn't do it to have my wife killed! How dare you speak of such things! I won't stand here and listen to you batter my wife! You can say anything about myself because of my cursed blood! But, Serefina was more than just an Accursed... SEREFINA WAS THE KINDEST PERSON I HAVE EVER KNOWN! DON'T YOU DARE USE MY NAME IN VAIN! SHE IS THE ONE WHO RENAMED ME!"
Blizzard stood in front of the head master radiating a large amount of hate towards the Head Master. "So you want someone to try to kill you? Is that what you said Head Master?" the glow in Blizzard's eyes began to emanate a very evil feeling from it. The moisture around his hand began to crystallize around his hand forming a blade. Shortly after it was completed Blizzard rose his hand to strike at the Head Master.
The Head Master honed into the fact that Blizzard was ramping up an attack. That being said it meant he was already prepared to for the attack. He waited patiently as Blizzard walked closer to him. "So, Serefina has been the one to rename you? I see, I can understand why you'd be upset. You let her down and everyone around you! How unfortunate for someone like you to have failed so horribly! That's it fall into your emotions and see what happens Blizzard!"
As Blizzard began to pull moisture around his hand the head master grinned. Aerik and Gilfer would realize that he knew it was coming. Although it was obvious Blizzard was to rage filled to see what was about to happen.
Blizzard had begun to raise his hand and strike towards The Head Master at a ferocious speed. If either Aerik or Gilfer were paying attention they would realize something about the Head Master in this next moment.
The Head Master watched every small movement by Blizzard and repositioned himself immediately as the strike started. A large source of energy had formed around the Head Master quickly as he moved himself back. Within the moment that it took for Blizzard to raise his arm the battle was decided. "What a fool!" The Head Master moved that source of energy into his hand immediately and struck Blizzard in the stomach.
The impact was devastating and let off strong pulse of energy that traveled through the room. Everything in the room had begun to shake as he struck Blizzard with very little room to maneuver. The attack would be so strong that Blizzard wouldn't be able to stay in one place and would be sent backwards in a violent manner.
As Blizzard began to pull moisture around his hand the head master grinned. Aerik and Gilfer would realize that he knew it was coming. Although it was obvious Blizzard was to rage filled to see what was about to happen.
Blizzard had begun to raise his hand and strike towards The Head Master at a ferocious speed. If either Aerik or Gilfer were paying attention they would realize something about the Head Master in this next moment.
The Head Master watched every small movement by Blizzard and repositioned himself immediately as the strike started. A large source of energy had formed around the Head Master quickly as he moved himself back. Within the moment that it took for Blizzard to raise his arm the battle was decided. "What a fool!" The Head Master moved that source of energy into his hand immediately and struck Blizzard in the stomach.
The impact was devastating and let off strong pulse of energy that traveled through the room. Everything in the room had begun to shake as he struck Blizzard with very little room to maneuver. The attack would be so strong that Blizzard wouldn't be able to stay in one place and would be sent backwards in a violent manner.
During Blizzard's attack he realized what was about to happen unfortunately it was to late. Blizzard took the attack full on without any sort of defensive skill active. It had caught Blizzard off guard entirely and it would cause immense damage as well.
The attack had done more than just knock back Blizzard, it had also attacked all his internal organs with deadly precision. Fortunately, Blizzard's organs were already shut down and didn't function to begin with. The attack had sent Blizzard back in a split second and sent him crashing through the door of the Head Master's office.
Dust had been thrown up into the air after the impact and Blizzard was left in a pile of debris in the hallway. The dust cleared and it had revealed a horrible scene where Blizzard was crushed under debris. It took a moment for Blizzard to push himself out of the pile and fell over onto the ground in front of the pile. The sound of the impact was sent through the hallway and could be heard throughout the academies corridors.
Gilfer would realize that the door to the office was gone and was also in the pile of debris along with Blizzard. This wasn't something that was expected to happen... For someone to be taken out so easily by the Head Master was to be expected though.
Blizzard coughed out a small amount of blood and struggled to sit up again. "Damn it... I shouldn't have done that." It was obviously Blizzard was injured from such an attack. He looked around the area to see what Aerik and Gilfer were doing St this time. His vision was very blurry but he wasn't prepared to try anything again.
The attack had done more than just knock back Blizzard, it had also attacked all his internal organs with deadly precision. Fortunately, Blizzard's organs were already shut down and didn't function to begin with. The attack had sent Blizzard back in a split second and sent him crashing through the door of the Head Master's office.
Dust had been thrown up into the air after the impact and Blizzard was left in a pile of debris in the hallway. The dust cleared and it had revealed a horrible scene where Blizzard was crushed under debris. It took a moment for Blizzard to push himself out of the pile and fell over onto the ground in front of the pile. The sound of the impact was sent through the hallway and could be heard throughout the academies corridors.
Gilfer would realize that the door to the office was gone and was also in the pile of debris along with Blizzard. This wasn't something that was expected to happen... For someone to be taken out so easily by the Head Master was to be expected though.
Blizzard coughed out a small amount of blood and struggled to sit up again. "Damn it... I shouldn't have done that." It was obviously Blizzard was injured from such an attack. He looked around the area to see what Aerik and Gilfer were doing St this time. His vision was very blurry but he wasn't prepared to try anything again.
Aerik continued to look down at his injuries whilst the fighting occurred. He was fascinated by how pale the skin of his hand had become. He imagined that the rest of him looked similar. He felt tears begin to well in his baggy eyes. He knew they were wrong. All of them. He will save this world. It would be a quest like no other, that he knew. But, that was His legacy. It had been decided the moment he abandoned what he once was. The moment that he fully committed to being the monster he is now, sitting with tears in his eyes and covered in bandages. His mind felt hazy as he heard blizzard crash through the wooden door through the thick fog of his thoughts. Now the tears were rolling down his face, dropping onto the casting that the nurses consistently warned not to get wet.
"Oh Blizzard, why'd you have to go and do that, Blizzard. You should have known better. We all should have known better. Should've known better.", he repeated into the echoing mist that shrouded his dulling mind. He heard something else through the fog; a familiar voice. Its voice. It shouted in mumbled voices. He could make out his name, that much was clear. "Should've known better", he whispered beneath his breath. The fog was clearing and he felt the wave of energy shake him in his seat. He looked up at the Headmaster, eyes aching. He looked satisfied.
Aerik weakly stood to his feet, positioning his crutch beneath his arm. "You have done me a great service, oh gracious Headmaster.", he said. The clouds were gone. The anger was gone. Aerik wore a big smile across the cascade of tears that fell down his cheeks. Its voice was yelling at him louder than before. Aerik, however, could not be torn from the moment. "You, Headmaster, have given me purpose once more. You've shown me the path to spreading his legacy across this world and the next. You see, I made a vow, Headmaster. I made a vow to cleanse this world to the best of my ability. And now you've gone and shown me the way.", he said, wiping the tears from his face. His skin was very cold. "You've shown me now that my journey is to start here, at BranchWood Academy... starting with you, oh gracious Headmaster.", he said, turning himself around slowly and heading toward the destroyed exit. "I weep for you.", he said before stepping over to Blizzard. "I would help you up, but I am afraid I can't right now. Come on, sit yourself up", he said calmly to Blizzard. He looked over to Gilfer, his eyes much more lively now. "Gilfer, help him up. I have to get back to bed.", he said before waving a good-bye and walking down the hall. "Should've known better.", he thought to himself as the tide receded.
"Oh Blizzard, why'd you have to go and do that, Blizzard. You should have known better. We all should have known better. Should've known better.", he repeated into the echoing mist that shrouded his dulling mind. He heard something else through the fog; a familiar voice. Its voice. It shouted in mumbled voices. He could make out his name, that much was clear. "Should've known better", he whispered beneath his breath. The fog was clearing and he felt the wave of energy shake him in his seat. He looked up at the Headmaster, eyes aching. He looked satisfied.
Aerik weakly stood to his feet, positioning his crutch beneath his arm. "You have done me a great service, oh gracious Headmaster.", he said. The clouds were gone. The anger was gone. Aerik wore a big smile across the cascade of tears that fell down his cheeks. Its voice was yelling at him louder than before. Aerik, however, could not be torn from the moment. "You, Headmaster, have given me purpose once more. You've shown me the path to spreading his legacy across this world and the next. You see, I made a vow, Headmaster. I made a vow to cleanse this world to the best of my ability. And now you've gone and shown me the way.", he said, wiping the tears from his face. His skin was very cold. "You've shown me now that my journey is to start here, at BranchWood Academy... starting with you, oh gracious Headmaster.", he said, turning himself around slowly and heading toward the destroyed exit. "I weep for you.", he said before stepping over to Blizzard. "I would help you up, but I am afraid I can't right now. Come on, sit yourself up", he said calmly to Blizzard. He looked over to Gilfer, his eyes much more lively now. "Gilfer, help him up. I have to get back to bed.", he said before waving a good-bye and walking down the hall. "Should've known better.", he thought to himself as the tide receded.
Gilfer reached for the doorknob about to exit until he heard blizzard started his outburst. There are gonna be fireworks he turned back and watched what unfolded. As the headmaster struck Blizzard he was sent flying almost into to Gilfer, however at the last second Gilfer dived forward nearly impacting into the wall ahead of him. The force with which blizzard was sent through the wall caused dust to fill the room. He might be dead Gilfer thought to himself again. He stood up and went to check on his fallen friend. Blizzard was a mangled mess that was sent halfway through the wall he impacted the second time. Gilfer heard Aerik direct him to help blizzard so he leaned forward and slumped the frozen ones arm over his shoulder. "There there try not to shatter on our way to the med bay." Gilfer said half-jokingly as he attempted to lift his mangled friend off of the ground. "Aerik imma escort Blizzard over here to the " He stopped mid sentence as he felt the deep chill to his bone as he tried to touch blizzard. "Yeah hes like absolute zero over here. Blizzard, man, can you walk yourself to the med-bay or turn down the cold a little bit?" Gilfer asked leaning forward hoping he was conscious enough to understand.
Moriah had heard the loud noise of something crashing form near the head master's office, she wasn't aware of what was going on and thought it was best to go check it out. She walked over to where she heard the noise and saw Blizzard being helped up by Gilfer, but he looked like a total mess and she thought she might be able to help with the open wounds. "Gilfer!" She called out to gain his attention and ran over to them. "Do you know how badly he is? Or if any of his bones have been broken? Or is it just large open wounds?" She didn't know any magic to heal broken bones, just how to close open wounds but with the curse Blizzard has, she wasn't sure if it would rebound on her and cause something much worse to her, but it was worth a try than letting Blizzard bleed out.
Blizzard pushed himself up by using his knee and he looked back into the office. It was obvious Blizzard was thinking about going back into the room again. "I'm fine Gilfer, I'm fi..." As he was speaking he heard a more familiar voice from a distance. Although Blizzard wasn't able to hear properly to determine who it was. "Damn, Gilfer get out of the way! I'm going back in there!"
Blizzard used Gilfer to force himself to his feet. " HEAD MASTER! GET OUT HERE NOW! I'm not finished yet! " Blizzard's voice trailed off near the end becoming quiet. "Damn it!" He kept his balance for now and began to walk towards the Head Master's office again. It wasn't seen previously but there were fragments of wood impaled in Blizzard's back and upper neck.
He could only take a few steps before he dropped down again and couldn't get up. The fragments were very close to his spine and his curse. This would turn out to be what was weakening Blizzard immensely. It was obvious that Blizzard wasn't bleeding from his wounds at all. Instead it seemed his injuries were enough to keep him down from enacting his own revenge.
Blizzard used Gilfer to force himself to his feet. " HEAD MASTER! GET OUT HERE NOW! I'm not finished yet! " Blizzard's voice trailed off near the end becoming quiet. "Damn it!" He kept his balance for now and began to walk towards the Head Master's office again. It wasn't seen previously but there were fragments of wood impaled in Blizzard's back and upper neck.
He could only take a few steps before he dropped down again and couldn't get up. The fragments were very close to his spine and his curse. This would turn out to be what was weakening Blizzard immensely. It was obvious that Blizzard wasn't bleeding from his wounds at all. Instead it seemed his injuries were enough to keep him down from enacting his own revenge.
Moriah walked over to were Blizzard collapsed, sitting on her knees next to him. "This is gonna really hurt, just bare with me." She could only hope that the curse wouldn't become a problem with this. She quickly but gently removed the wood fragments form his body, but once removed she put her hand over the open wound and closed her eyes, working on forcing the wound to close and heal up. When she opened her eyes, they were both a seemed to have a glow to them. She continued this process until she got to the one in his neck next to the strange symbol. She gently removed the fragment, being as careful as she could be and put her hand on the wound, trying not to touch the symbol though and started to force the wound close like the previous ones. Each time she did this, she felt the cold chill on her hands, coming closer each time to making them numb but she kept going.
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