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Just a collection of one-shots surrounding the magicians of the Guild. Constructive criticism or really any response on what you think is appreciated. Enjoy! (Hopefully).
Also, I realise that it was never specifically stated which discipline Osen had taken however I always seem to imagine him as a warrior when I am reading - hence what you see below.
01- Red
Osen
His fingers trace over the red cloth for the last time, straightening it and brushing away imaginary flecks of dust. The scarlet colour has always been reassuring to him, a reminder of the work that he has put in and the knowledge that he has gathered. It is a sign of his courage and his determination to protect his country. It is a sign of his skill.
This is the last time that he will look at himself in the mirror and feel pride.
The familiar red of his warriors robes is something that has always meant a great deal to him though in the long term he had visions of adopting a different colour instead. Now that it has come to that day and the dark blue Administrator's robes lie on the bed behind him, Osen finds that he cannot bring himself to let go of the comforting safety of the red.
He has put off this day for as long as he can but the election had taken place and the role of Administrator is now his and with it the blue robes. The robes that he can't look at without remembering a friend with a crooked smile and tired green eyes.
Blue robes remind him of sitting in that office trading stories and laughing at nothing. They remind him of an intelligent man that worked hard and always found time for others. They remind him of a brave man, a leader, a hero who helped fight off the enemy and who sacrificed himself for his country - and for him. When he sees those blue robes he remembers the two strong hands shoving him out from the collapsing building. He recalls the bruised face and broken body as they are strewn with dust.
He will never be able to wear blue without remembering Lorlen and he knows that no one else will be able to look at blue without remembering him either. When his hands trace over the dark blue, Osen recalls his friend and the grief and guilt and pain almost threaten to overwhelm him. When he stares at the red cloth, he remembers that he is a warrior and that he has to be brave and that this is one more challenge to overcome.
When he looks at the red of his warriors robes, he sees only himself in the mirror.
When he dons the dark blue of the Administrator's robes, he sees the ghost of a better man staring back at him.