The Tournament
Chapter One
Rythian pulled himself from his bed and looked around his room. It was decorated quite nicely, the most noticable aspect of the room being that the skirting board, coving and entirty of the ceiling was painted black. The soft carpet beneath his feet was jet black to match and the large window to the left of the room reached so tall that it almost touched the ceiling. A pair of deep purple, floor-length curtains hung over it, and his maghogany four-poster bed stood proudly in the centre of the back wall. Its sheets were purple silk, and on the left of it, after the window, was a large bookcase that went floor to ceiling. On the right was his writing desk, piled high with books and pieces of paper. His quill and ink also sat there, he was very old fashioned after all. Behind that was his alchemical chest, which he used to store his magical items that weren't on his belt. Finally, behind that, was his mahognay wardrobe.
He stood, and stole a glance at his calendar on the back of his door. He ran his finger along the line of squares until he reached that day's. It said inside; The magic tournament. He had been waiting for this day for weeks. Months, years even. With that, he unhooked his scarf from its peg on the wall, and flung open the doors of his wardrobe. He took out his magic robes, which he had the royal tailor make for him. He did live in the castle, after all. The robes were a deep purple, only shades lighter than the purple of his room, with a golden thread trim. They had a black belt around the middle and down the left arm were his element mastery patches. The first was fire, represented by a small red flame, that he mastered at the age of four. Next came water, a water droplet as its symbol, that he mastered at six, then earth, a rock as its image, that he mastered at seven. When he was nine years old, he gained his air patch, represented by some waved white lines to resemble wind. On the left shoulder of his robes were three dark purple arrow shapes, which told people his rank within the mage guild. Three meant he was a master, at only the age of ninteen. He was the youngest mage ever to reach the rank of master.