Hello all you BMT fans!! Hope you enjoy this fanfic, but it may take me some time to update. I have already written out most of this story, but by hand, it is taking up over 40 A4 sheets with my minute writing, and I'm no touch typer! Please be patient, and enjoy!

´•..·´•.·First Impressions´•..·´•.·

Rothen didn't want to admit that he knew Sonea was scared. He was sure she already knew. As they lined up and waited to enter the hall, Sonea looked at him. He gave her a reassuring smile and gestured in front as the doors were opening.

"Ah, it was so long ago since I was in that position," Rothen thought to himself. They entered and Rothen found that he was expected to leave Sonea at that point. He put a hand on her shoulder, guided her to the back of a long line of 'to be' novices and went to join Dannyl in the stands.

"Ah, its so nice watching all these young people," Dannyl said. "It makes you feel so much older, so much more mature." Rothen shook his head with a smile.

"When you're my age, you'll feel a lot different." Dannyl opened his mouth to make a retort but was hushed as Lord Osen began to speak.

As he started to read out the list of names, Rothen relaxed for the first time. "I hope they accept her," Rothen thought. "Well, at least this will still be another interesting year."

Sonea watched Lord Osen, trying not to behave as if she was scared. The dress Rothen had given her was annoying, and she was careful not to trip as she entered the guildhall. One novice turned and saw her. He smiled at her. Surprised, Sonea smiled back. His smile turned to a sneer and he turned back again. "Well, that's one I'll have to look out for," Sonea thought. She waited patiently until her name was called. She moved forwards as instructed and could not help noticing all the parents whispering. She pretended not to see them.

"Now for special guardianships. Does anyone wish to become a guardian for a novice?"

"I do." Rothen stepped out. "I wish to become the guardian of Sonea." The crowd tittered. Rothen smiled warmly at Sonea.

"Does anybody else?" Osen looked around expectantly.

"Actually, yes." A deep voice rang out around the large room. Every eye had turned to stare at the figure clothed in black, sitting in the highest centre chair. Sonea instantly recognised him as the man she had seen with a servant. A mixture of shock and confusion must have crossed her face, as the High Lord's eyes instantly flickered over to hers. Sonea's heart fluttered with fear as she struggled to meet his hard gaze. As she looked away, his mouth curled up at one corner, and he looked away, choosing to rest his chin on his pale long fingers.

"I wish to become the guardian of Regin."

"Out of my way, High Lord's novice coming through!" Regin of Winar made his way through the empty path of novices he had made, announcing himself loudly for all to hear. Sonea was already in the classroom, waiting for him and the other novices to arrive.

Already every being in the Guild was aware of the special guardianship the High Lord had chosen, though it would not have travelled as fast if Regin hadn't boasted about it to every person he met, regardless of whether he had done so before or not.

Finally, after stopping to boast a little more, Regin had arrived at the classroom. Sonea, by her place next the window watched in amusement as Regin settled himself in the middle chair and as every other first year novice crowded around him. They gazed at him in wonder, which was exactly what he wanted. He looked around, giving them all a reassuring smile of an experienced man.

"Don't worry. You'll become as important as me eventually. Well, most of you that is." He sneered at Sonea, who quickly averted her gaze to outside.

"That one over there is to disgusting to be important," he spat disgustedly. The others laughed and made noises of agreement, the pretended that they could smell rubbish.

Sonea was frustrated, but there was nothing she could do but ignore them, and thank Rothen he had taught her control. "If he hadn't, I would have blown them all up by now." she thought.

Her thoughts were disturbed by the entrance of Lord Elben. As he began to talk and draw a complicated diagram on the bored, Sonea leaned her head on her hand and stared out of the window.

She had been trying to watch her step ever since she had found out that the man she saw performing black magic was the High Lord. After just a month of lessons she understood that one move in the wrong direction could cost her a lot.

Too much.

Sonea also realised that the more she aggravated Regin, the higher the chance that he would tell Akkarin. She would rather not draw more attention to herself than necessary. But it was hard to get by a single day without Regin saying something that related to her background. She didn't mind the insults, but it was just a matter of time…

"Sonea, I'm waiting," Lord Elben looked exasperatedly at Sonea. Sonea blankly stared back at him.

"Yes, Lord Elben?" she asked politely. He sighed.

"Sonea, you were daydreaming. Again." Regina and his new found follower's sniggered in the background.

"Sorry Lord Elben." Sonea frowned as she stared at the diagram. Rothen had already taught her this, and there was only one possible question he could have asked.

Sonea answered his question fully and correctly to the surprise of him and all the students.

Lord Elben sighed again.

"Actually, yes, that is the correct answer." Regin glared ferociously at Sonea, the look on his face unnerving Sonea. It was obvious he was going to be getting his own back. Soon.

Leaving the classroom late at the end of the day, Sonea walked down the corridor to the Novices Quarter. She had had to stay behind because Lord Elben wanted to talk to her about her daydreaming.

Surprise hit her suddenly as before her eyes Regin stepped out, blocking her path. Hr was being followed by a large number of novices. "So he has already used his position to gain followers." Thought Sonea. "As long as they don't start using-" Regin sneered and without speaking began to attack her with magic. The other novices laughed and joined in.

"Great," thought Sonea. "They've started using magic."

Sonea's warrior skills were very limited, and considerably worse as she was reluctant to actually fight.

Sonea was more shocked to find out that Regin was surprisingly good at the warrior skills, definitely better than she supposed. How had he become so good?

"Lord Balkan has given me some great tips on how to deal with people like you," boasted Regin.

So that was it.

"Pity your own guardian, the most powerful warrior in the Guild doesn't want to give you lesson," Sonea retorted. Regin's face went dark with fury, but Sonea didn't notice. She was focusing on keeping her shield up. She was easily losing her power quickly against so many novices, and did not want to fight back, so when her shield began to waver, a strong strike hit her in the chest, making her gasp and fall to the floor.

If she had thought that this was Regin's only intention, she was wrong. They continued to attack her, Sonea not bothering to stand up any more, but curling in a ball on the floor, waiting for them to grow tired of their game. Her forehead touched the cold stone as she, exhausted, waited for silence.

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