Yup, this is my first fanfic! But oh, please do criticize, don't yell empty barks. If you gonna say something, make it usefull!

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~THE ONE-MAGE GUILD~

A little town on the coast. It really was beautiful; Gazania, it's name. Composed not primarily but entirely of snow-white, usually one storied geometrical buildings, it's hill-sided geography gave it a beautyfull reflection against the crystaline coastline. The entire town could be portraited white, and the green of abundant fully-grown aleppo pines; but for the variety of colorful awnings, usually going for the warm shades dark red to yellow, fitting the climate. By sailing passerby, it could be described, from far away, as a snowflake on new-spring grass.

The only building that didn't fit the image was a wooden hut-like structure, lined by stone pillars, hidden by a dense area of more pines. However, this hut had grown horribly old, and it could have perfectly crumbled to the floor if not for a great variety of tropical plants, vines and flowers holding the sructure in place; filling the cracks and sustaining the pillars; giving it a natural look, a wild look, but, above all, a heavenly one. Holding a banner was a flower sprout, with a bloom on the tip. And inside one of one of the many dormitories, all empty, a set of beautiful, purple eyes opened.

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Arsen of name, a boy walked along the streets of Gazania. He had eyebrow-long black hair, and carried very light cloathing, suited for a summer beach such as the local one; although dipite it, he still seemed to be having a hard time dealing with the heat. His caramel eyes appeared to always be at the brim of melting, until you realized he had the unarguable strange behaveior of a mage out of place.

You see, he had been looking for a guild suited for his like for quite some time, and so it seemed like he had finally gotten to the location of one of his most promising candidates. Elves' shelter, not very well known, in fact so it blurred the barrier between official guild and dark guild. Legend had it the guild was composed of just one, extremly capable wizard; and 'word' meaning the kind of rumor told in a bar full of drunkards that no-one really believed.

Absolutely lost, hungry and so thirsty a snake could've unfazedly slept in his throat, he decided to stop under a bar's orange awning and practically plunged at one of the tables; and mumbled for the most refreshing drink they had. Roughly 30 seconds later, he was sipping the bottom of a long glass of horchata, trying to get the most of it.

As he was about to keep going uphill, he heard some thugs:

"Hey, wadtcha think the guild's like?"

"Who knows, but I heard there's just one mage! easy prey, mate" and laugh.

Huh, convinient. A group of treasure hunters, taking me to the guild!, he thought, and muttered something under his breath, as a discrete rune appeared on one of the thugs' shirt collar. Now, take me to my guild!

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Quick warning, my chapters are gonna be rather short. A little late, aren't I? Oh well. Enjoy, rate and correct me! Also, I'm spanish, so do correct my spelling. Good day!