Well, I had a bit of trouble focusing today, but I managed to get something written! This is a different story from yesterday's Page, because I felt like doing something different. I hope you like it! Time to brainstorm for tomorrow now!
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In the city of Lonan, two towers
domed in deep sapphire loom over the city.
A series of black stone bridges connect the two towers. The bridges twine in an obscure manner, some
meeting, some spiraling upward or downward and some meeting halfway to go no
further. Only those that reside within
the towers could truly know the right path to where ever they might be going
within the towers.
At the heart and center of the
city stood a brilliant sapphire fountain that continuously filled with
sparkling, fresh, ice cold water. It was
a blessing for this desert city for there was no known water within miles. And it was here that Esaias stood with his
sapphire blue eyes fixed on the giant towers.
He had once heard of a legend
that said when the first Raeca settled here, they imbued the fountain with
magic to keep it always churning the purest water. Raeca.
Esaias consciously ran a hand through his red-streaked black hair. People on the street glanced at Esaias and
quickly moved away from him. He was used to it now, so he did not even scowl at
them as they hurried passed.
Raeca were the mages, healers, and
magic-users. Not every magic-user was
Raeca. Raeca are different from other
mages, because they control some of the most powerful magic and as a result are
more dangerous than other mages.
A Raeca child will be born of the
same race as his or her mortal mother and father. The difference between a Raeca and a normal
child is that the Raeca is born with magic flowing through their veins. Because of the magic, a Raeca child is very
dangerous. At birth, a Raeca has no
control over their magic. Many Raeca do
not survive birth because of their uncontrolled magic.
The Raeca of the Azure Towers
seek out Raeca children to both protect people and to keep their own magic
alive. It is said that Raeca once
dominated the world. They are said to be
born of the dragons that walked before the lesser races. The true origins of the Raeca are unknown,
those tales and scrolls having been lost many thousands of years ago.
Unlike other mages of the world,
Raeca are born with the only the ability to control the elements. It is rare that a Raeca can control more than
one element. No Raeca has ever been
known to have delved into the depths of necromancy, but there have been Raeca’s
with the ability to heal.
Each element that a Raeca can
control is reflected through the Raeca’s hair and skin. Often a Raeca is born with tattoos that
shimmer with a color associated with an element—blue for water, red, orange or
yellow for fire, green or brown for earth, purple for air and white for
healing. Other times a Raeca will be
born with streaks of color in their hair or their hair will be an unnatural
color.
Esaias was born with streaks of red
in his hair and deep, dark blue tattoos all over his body. It was rare for him to be born with hair and
tattoos of different colors. He had
learned early on that he could control fire and later in life he had learned he
could control water. He had not had
formal training. It was a miracle he had
survived twenty years without any sort of training.
He had grown up on the street of
a town some miles from Lonan. His human
mother had been very sick and had died only a few years after Esaias was
born. She had not had much and Esaias
was forced to fend for himself out on the streets of the city. He did not know who his elven father had been
and he didn’t care. If the man had not
shown up to help his mother through her hard time than he did not care at all
about the son she had borne.
Esaias sighed and looked back up
at the tower. He didn’t feel he needed
training, but he felt it wouldn’t hurt to at least speak with someone. When he was little he didn’t know what he
was. He never understood why people were
afraid of him, but as he grew older he found out why. He had not sought out the Azure Towers until
now.
Now, he had a reason.
“Esaias, look!” A elven girl of about six years old cried from behind him.
The little girl had very pale
skin covered in deep blue runes. Her hair
was an unnatural sea-blue. Her smile was
bright and her sea-blue eyes sparkled as she lifted her hand into the air. A small ball of water had floated from the
fountain. The ball of water churned and
slowly formed into a unicorn. The girl’s
smile grew bigger and her laughter rang out like tiny bells.
People stopped to stare. At first they seemed frightened of the Raeca
child displaying her magic, but something about her smile, her laughter made
them smile too.
“Euna, what did I tell you about
using magic out in the open? People
already hate us enough, seeing you will upset them even more.” Esaias moved over and closed his hand over
the watery unicorn. It sizzled and
evaporated into the air.
Euna put her hands on her hips
and scowled adorably at Esaias, “They already know what we are, Sai. Why do we have to hide who we are?”
“Because people don’t like us and
because they don’t like us they’ll try to kill us or worse. You know that even better than I do. Now come on, let’s go.” He held out a hand to Euna.
Euna’s expression grew dark and
she looked down at the ground. After a
moment she took Esaias’s hand, “I’m sorry, Sai.
I won’t do it again.”
The two Raeca disappeared into
the crowded streets as they made their way to the Azure Towers.
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