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In a world of myths and mysteries, the pinnacle of the magical academies exists. Eldritch Academy offers education to all ages and species but specializes in the study and training of one's innate mystical capabilities, often called Eldritch Energies, Powers, or Unknowns, but more formally known as their Talent. However, tensions run high with the nations only holding a fragile peace as the Talents that rival the epitomes of technology change the balance of power.
With the more recent uprising of evil Shades and introduction of combat-oriented programs into Talent-focused schools, nations grow more aggressive towards one another. The demand for resources grows, and skirmishes at the border of Arka and Mistere become more frequent. Monsters run into the nations from the Wildes, terrorizing villages and cities. The need for trained or in-training Hunters and Guardians has never been more urgent.
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Tiamaranta
Student Guardian
GRADE •
C- (70)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
4
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
2
STAMINA •
2
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Fireform
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Half Dragon Half Witch
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[redacted]
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"In the end. we all just want someone that chooses us. Over everyone else. Under any circumstances."
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Feb 19, 2019 15:58:09 GMT -6
Post by Tiamaranta on Feb 19, 2019 15:58:09 GMT -6
It was always strange to wonder how Esialeth reserved the most scenic room in the Sage tower. She was due for a roommate soon, but Tiamaranta wondered if it wasn’t because Esialeth had the administration reluctantly in her pocket, and they wanted desperately a way to bother her without committing outright murder.
Esialeth already had half the room cleared out and spotlessly clean, and Tiamaranta decided that it was definitely a war of passive-aggression, because there’s no way she would have cleaned the room with elbow grease otherwise (she knew it was elbow grease because she heard the headmaster complaining the other day about his office being covered in dust and smelling vehemently of cleaning fluid. Equivalent exchange, and all).
They were sprawled across the room, the scholar on her bed and herself on the other, basking in the afterglow of a wildly successful baking experiment, when Tiamaranta spotted a thin volume on the bookshelf. Nondescript, unlabeled, and nonmagical, it was outstanding because of its normality, its contrast to the other books made all the more apparent when one knew that Esialeth enchanted literally all of her books.
“Hey, Rose,” she said, plucking it off its shelf, “Can I read this?”
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Esialeth Rose
Master Scholar
GRADE •
C+ (78)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
1
SPEED •
2
RESILIENCE •
5
STAMINA •
3
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Terraform Aetherfall
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Half witch half human
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[redacted]
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"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light."
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Feb 19, 2019 16:08:02 GMT -6
Post by Esialeth Rose on Feb 19, 2019 16:08:02 GMT -6
Esialeth lazily rolls her head to the side, hitting her bedframe in the process—and groans. Despite this being just her fourth time indulging in excess, she never got less tired. Perhaps I really am growing old, she thinks, but Tiamaranta’s voice snaps her from her thoughts.
“...Rose. Can I read this?”
“Sure, sure,” she replies, waving her hand in Tiamaranta’s general direction. Her journal was warded, and maybe Tiamaranta would finally take an interest in her research notes. She made them fun, just in case Tia ever wanted to read them.
The sun is streaming through the window, pleasantly warm but not achingly so—yet another one of the perks of her dormitory’s position. “I’m taking a nap,” she announces to the ceiling. “Have fun reading.”
And with that, she rolls over and thinks no more.
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Tiamaranta
Student Guardian
GRADE •
C- (70)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
4
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
2
STAMINA •
2
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Fireform
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Half Dragon Half Witch
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[redacted]
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"In the end. we all just want someone that chooses us. Over everyone else. Under any circumstances."
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Feb 19, 2019 16:38:15 GMT -6
Post by Tiamaranta on Feb 19, 2019 16:38:15 GMT -6
It was a journal—that much was obvious. But Tiamaranta’s seen Esialeth’s journal, and it was a handsome, gold-limned thing enchanted to never run out of pages (and to spew insults to any without permission to read it). This one, however, was a cheap, faux-leather notebook, and the watermark on the back told her it was from the town by their cottage.
Tiamaranta, ever more curious, opened the little book and began to read.
The Starlit Witch is not the most powerful sorcerer, nor is she the oldest (well. she is quite old, but still not the oldest), but she is certainly the most notorious. Blending perfectly the arts of science and witchcraft, she’s come dangerously close to revealing secrets that the Court would very much like to remain hidden. Such power could not be left alone, the Court has said. Such power should be watched, and if it was determined to be dangerous, eliminated; if not, captured.
There have been attempts. Lorcan, with his honeyed words, grand offers, and subtle manipulation; Sera, with a whip-sharp mind and twenty legions’ worth of soldiers at her command; and now myself, with my wicked blades and silent steps.
Tiamaranta narrowed her eyes. Those were angels’ names, and she knew, just like everyone else, that angels were far deadlier than demons. Just how did Esialeth come across this?
Despite her reputation, despite everything, she’s easy to find. Her cottage is a little ways into the woods, away from the nearest town but not far enough to feel isolated. Dawn spills over yellow roses that blanket the clearing where the house rests. For a moment, I think I have the wrong house; I was expecting something darker, maybe something with bones or glowing skulls, but the front garden is very nice, even if the roses are wilting a little.
That’s their cottage. Without a doubt, the writer was describing their cottage. Biting her lip, Tiamaranta continued to read.
I knock anyway, because there have already been two of us, and they gave me a little advice (she’s going to notice you in an embarrassingly short amount of time, so it’s better to just introduce yourself and me done with it). When she opens it, I’m thrown even farther off—her hair is choppy and white-gray but she just doesn’t feel old, and her dusky pink eyes blink without recognition.
She’s...blind?
That was Esialeth. She’d seen pictures, knew what Esialeth used to look like. Without a shadow of doubt, that was their cottage, Esialeth’s face. And the way the writer described her...it made her throat constrict, made her mind leap to conclusions. She continued to read, frantically now.
Even though she can’t see me, I know that she knows why I am here.
I expect her to start slinging spells, or maybe a knife or two—but she steps aside, expression blank. She’s not surprised that I’m here. “Come in, then,” she says, turning towards the kitchen, exposing her back to me, as if I couldn’t pull out a dagger and end her life right there, if I wanted to.
I don’t. (I realize, now that I am writing this, that it was not because she knew I wouldn’t, but because she wouldn’t care if I did.)
Tiamaranta slammed the journal shut, nearly deforming the spine. This was too much, it was too personal. It felt like an invasion of privacy.
She resolved to ask Esialeth about it later. Shifting on the bed, it took her far too long to compose her mind to sleep.
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Esialeth Rose
Master Scholar
GRADE •
C+ (78)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
1
SPEED •
2
RESILIENCE •
5
STAMINA •
3
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Terraform Aetherfall
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Half witch half human
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[redacted]
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"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light."
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Feb 19, 2019 17:20:25 GMT -6
Post by Esialeth Rose on Feb 19, 2019 17:20:25 GMT -6
Golden hour.
The sunlight streaming through the windows is now tinted a vibrant orange, and Esialeth gently shakes her ward awake. The little book from earlier is on the floor by the girl’s bed—wait. Esialeth picks it up, feeling like she’s stepped out of a Sage tower window without spreading her wings.
This is...this is his journal. She’s never had the courage to read it.
She tries to tell herself that it was an accident. That she was too tired to recognize the book as Tiamaranta was waving it around.
Or maybe she wanted to share something with her almost-daughter. Maybe she felt guilty for not telling her, for leaving her in the dark about something she was so curious about. Maybe she was tired of hiding things.
She shakes Tiamaranta gently on the shoulder again. “Tia, tia, wake up. It’s time for dinner.”
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Tiamaranta
Student Guardian
GRADE •
C- (70)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
4
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
2
STAMINA •
2
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Fireform
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Half Dragon Half Witch
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[redacted]
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"In the end. we all just want someone that chooses us. Over everyone else. Under any circumstances."
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Feb 19, 2019 22:07:02 GMT -6
Post by Tiamaranta on Feb 19, 2019 22:07:02 GMT -6
They walked to the mess hall, silent. Esialeth had checked the locks on the window, double-checked the door, as if something was going to disappear when she was gone. And Tiamaranta supposed that it was technically possible, since the journal wasn’t enchanted at all.
Their boots thudded against stone, then snow, then stone again; their shoulders pushed past three sets of heavy wooden doors; their hands felt warm then cold then warm again, and only when they sat with plates of food to hide behind did they finally speak.
“The journal—”
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Esialeth Rose
Master Scholar
GRADE •
C+ (78)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
1
SPEED •
2
RESILIENCE •
5
STAMINA •
3
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Terraform Aetherfall
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Half witch half human
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[redacted]
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"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light."
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Feb 19, 2019 22:16:04 GMT -6
Post by Esialeth Rose on Feb 19, 2019 22:16:04 GMT -6
“The journal—”
“Tiamaranta—”
They stop. Esialeth shifts in her seat, the mess hall suddenly feeling far too hot to be comfortable.
“I...didn’t know you found the journal. His journal.” She pauses, rolling the words around on her tongue before she speaks them.
“I...if you’re interested in reading it, you’re...I think you can. I think he’d let you. Raine, I mean.”
She clears her throat, glancing around needlessly. Spears a piece of steak with more delicacy and concentration than is really necessary.
“I can’t..vouch for the contents, though. I’ve...never actually read it.”
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Tiamaranta
Student Guardian
GRADE •
C- (70)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
4
SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
2
STAMINA •
2
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Fireform
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Half Dragon Half Witch
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[redacted]
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"In the end. we all just want someone that chooses us. Over everyone else. Under any circumstances."
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Feb 19, 2019 22:24:44 GMT -6
Post by Tiamaranta on Feb 19, 2019 22:24:44 GMT -6
“Raine.”
“...haven’t actually read it.”
Tiamaranta’s mind was reeling. Even though Esialeth was speaking slowly, even stuttering (Esialeth Rose, stuttering? Impossible.), everything she was saying felt too fast, too much. Esialeth had been so, so secretive about this, cagey enough that it was metaphorically just a solid metal box.
“Raine.” The way she said it was just...so full, so loving. It was jarring.
“...I didn’t even know his name.”
She flinched at this. “I’m sorry, I just…”
“Why now? It just seems so sudden. You wouldn’t tell me anything before. And...I don’t know if he would appreciate his...pseudo-daughter reading his diary.”
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