Character List (Christopher's Family)
Alexander DragonFlame: Grandmaster Diviner, Christopher's father
Paige DreamMancer: Grandmaster Conjerer, Christopher's mother
Luke StormBlade: Paige's brother, Christopher's uncle
Christopher DragonFlame: Our hero, the Chosen One of the prophecy
My name is Christopher DragonFlame, I am the fifteen year old Diviner who defeated Malistaire, but before I came to Wizard City, I am just me, with no powers or anything. One day changed it all.
(Chris P.O.V)
After saying goodbye to my best friend Billy, I walked slowly out the gates of Washington Middle School to my mom's waiting car, another long and boring day at school is gone, but there's still one more thing for me to complete-scale the homework mountain...not exactly my favorite activity on Fridays. "Chris," My mom begun to speak, "you might not like this, but we are sending you to boarding school." "What?" That was enough to jerk me awake, "why didn't you tell me earlier?!" They could have broke the news to me in some other way than this! There's no way I'm going to leave my friends behind, sure, I do get in trouble now and then, but I'm not that bad am I?!
Behind the wheel, Mom sighed, "I'm afraid you have to go, whether you like it or not." Were she reading my mind? "Alright then, what school is it anyway." I hope she hears the real tone behind what I've said to know how much I resented that idea. A slight smile tugged on her lips, "It is called Ravenwood Academy, the school we graduated from." Heh, judging from that name, not so exciting, although it still was the school my parents came from, it would be much wiser to honor their wishes after considering.
As we arrived home, my uncle Luke rushed over to mom, speaking in a low voice, and the more he talked, the more mom looked scared. When he finished, tears was welling up in her eyes, "Christopher, you must leave right away to Ravenwood, it's not safe here any more-" Before she finished, a loud clap of thunder shook our house, day morphing into night faster than I could blink, "Too late!"Uncle Luke yelled, "he's here!" Mom gave me a gentle shove, "Go upstairs, and don't come down here untill it's quiet." Around her and Luke, the air begun to shimmer, their clothes bending and morphing into... robes and armor? Mum held a staff topped by a large triangle carved out of what appeared to be gold, with the Wadjet Eye symbol etched into it, bolts of golden energy cackling around it, a gold and blue robe fluttering around her, while my uncle is in purple armor, a winged helmet resting on his head, with a sword that fizzed with electricity clenched tight in one hand.
"Paige, you know that we are no match against him." I heard uncle Luke whisper, "like Alexander, we too would fall." "But for my son, it is totally worth it." Mom snapped, "let's go before he finds out." I heard a door slam, and then the blackness of sleep covered my eyes.
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I don't know how long I was asleep, but the moment I woke up, I was laying in the middle of a large, circular courtyard, "What the?" How the heck did this happen?! I looked down, astonished to find that my outfit had changed into a long, flowing blue robe, complete with a hat. "Welcome to Wizard City, Christopher." A kind voice spoke above me. I sat up slowly, "Who are you?". The speaker was a old man dressed in a long blue robe embroidered in the likeness of a night sky, a pointed hat of similiar fashion perched on top of his head, with a monocle covering his right eye, his face old with age but radiating waves of power, with a really, really bushy mustache and a beard like a broom. "My name is Merle Ambrose." He said with a kind smile, even though his mouth is almost completly hidden behind his beard, "I am the headmaster of the Ravenwood Academy of Magical Arts." How? I thought, I just took a nap and now I'm at my new school?! And what's that with him and robes?
"My owl friend would like to have a word with you if you have a moment to spare." Only now did I notice the plump white owl that is perched on a stand not far away, strange how headmaster Ambrose is acting like it could talk.
Once I got close, the owl hooted, and I was dead sure that I heard it speak, "Hellllo, my name is Gamma the Owl, headmaster Ambrose's pet." Holy cow a talking owl, what else is in store for me at this school?!
"Here, wizards test out their skills by challenging others and dueling." Ignoring my stupified expression, Gamma continued, "Wizards love to duel! To become better at dueling, you must master all the spells of your school, the more spells you know, the stronger you will be!" The moment he finished, a clap of thunder shook the sky, day morphing into night as black clouds suddenly appeared, and I got an uneasy feeling that this somehow ties in with what happened at my home. "Whoooo?" Even Gamma flapped his wings in nervousness, and I looked up in time to see the shadow of a man pass by the window of the tower. Headmaster Ambrose raised one eye brow, "Hummm, strange, come Christopher, let's go investigate." "You best follow the headmaster, " Gamma hooted, "you are safe with him!"
Inside the Golem Tower is the evilest man that I had ever seen; his skin was deathly pale, with his mouth twisted in a permanent scowl, eyes shining with some sort of malicious power. Dressed in a long black robe embroidered with what appeared to be gold thread, he also holds a staff like headmaster Ambrose, colored jet black, topped by a large ruby and a golden dragon. Beside him stood two dragons in green and yellow cloaks. "Malistaire!" The headmaster's tone changed, now steel cold and filled with anger, "you are no longer welcome here, why have you returned?!" "I'm here to resolve our unfinished business, old man." Malistaire sneered, "and I see you've brought Alexander's son with you, my henchmen will see to that." The headmaster drew a deck of cards from his robe pocket and thrust it into my hands, "Here, take this deck of spells and deal with them, while I tend to Malistaire himself. Be brave, I will guide you." Let's just say that this day is getting weirder by the minutes.
As soon as I got close, a large circle burst into shape on the ground. I drew two cards; a fire cat and a troll. How does this even work? I thought, but just as fast, a new thought replaced it-trace the symbol needed for the spell and call out the name of it in your mind. I wasn't sure how I did it, but the second I shouted troll in my head, the card dissolved. The actual thing materialized in the center of the circle, using its club to deal 179 damage to the dragon closest to Malistaire.
Snarling in anger, the Draconians took turns casting spells at me, an ice beetle and a scorpion, and they hurt, alot! I drew the fire symbol in the air and slammed my fist into it, summoning a fire cat which leapt toward the same Draconian, taking a nice good chunk out of its health. "Oh my, you are hurt!" Headmaster Ambrose raised his staff, "you need to watch the circle at your feet, it shows your health, if it dwindles to none, then you are defeated!" I tried to draw another spell, but they beat me to it, casting a phoenix and a skeletal pirate at me, both enough to, ouch! Down my health to only around 100. The headmaster drew a green card out of thin air, "Here, take this Unicorn spell, cast it on yourself to restore your health, and the pips needed to cast it, the more pips you have the stronger the spell you can cast!". The first Draconian cast a Storm Shark at me, although I was lucky enough to have a small amount of life left, it was barely enough to keep me awake to cast the spell.
A patch of green appeared in the center of the circle, and followed by a unicorn, which lowered its head and pointed its horn at me, a bolt of white light shooting out of it, almost instantly, I felt stronger and perhaps even better than before. "This one learns fast, Malistaire!" Headmaster Ambrose cast another spell, keeping Malistaire from joining the battle. The evil wizard snarled, not at the headmaster, "Foolish creatures, you've let the whelp heal! Defeat the whelp or suffer my wrath!". Clearly scared by their master's threat, the Draconians cast two spells; a scorpion and a strange charm in the shape of a shattered sword blade. "At last you fools earned your keep, now defeat the whelp!" Malistaire growled.
Nature's Wrath spell came up, and I beat them to casting it. "My, that spell had weaked the power of your own spells!" Suddenly, the headmaster slapped his forehead in realization, "I've got it! Use this Balanceblade on yourself, and a good Meteor Strike should finish them off!". It did, and the spell reduced the Draconians to a pile of sizzling dust. Headmaster Ambrose smiled, "Good job young wizard! Now that you've delt with his henchmen, I shall see to Malistaire himself... Threatening a new student before orientation... No less!" Malistaire sneered again, hissing, "Another time, old man, I have what I came to look for. Now I shall take my leave of this wretched place." Letting it hang in the air, he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. "This won't be the last of him," professor Ambrose muttered, "well, let me restore you to your full health and mana, and take this spell book and wand, no young wizard should ever be without them. One last thing before I return to prepare your orientation ceremony, by completing quests and fighting monsters, you will gain knowledge that allows you to go up in rank, the higher the rank, the more powerful you get." He smiled, "I must say, Christopher, you are quit talented, perhaps you will someday fill in my shoes as the headmaster."
Author's Note: Yes, I know it is slightly boring, but who could fight without knowing what to do first? Anyway, as I'm still in school, I may not update often.
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