Thom let out an angry annoyed and put his head on the desk. As his forehead hit the worn wood, some of his papers floated off the table to the ground. Why do the conservatives have to be so ignorant?, he thought angrily. This is beginning to get ridiculous. New rules had just been written to extend the amount of tests a mage needed to pass before he achieved his black robe.
Thom was not usually a lazy sorcerer. In fact, he usually was quite immersed in his studies, striving to achieve more knowledge, but he did not have time for endless tests. After achieving his mastery, Thom had attempted to flee the City of the God and all the other masters. But once again, Thom found himself trapped among the sorcerers that he so hated.
Thom raised his head from the table, rubbing his temples. Why is everyone so insistent that I am a fraud? Have I not proven myself countless times? Thom appreciated the fact that it was quite unusual for such a young man to become a master of the Mirthan Light, but that had been ages ago. Sorcerers as powerful as Thom were rare, and at such a young age Thom was extraordinary. Even King Roald couldn't believe his eyes when he first saw me.
Technically, Thom was not required to pass the tests to win the beautiful black robe, but now it was more a matter of his ego. I will prove them wrong! No one will ever challenge my honor again! I will show them all that I am truly powerful, and that all the rumors are false.
Thom stood up, walked over to the window and whispered, "I will".
"You will what?" Thom spun around, startled. So enveloped in his thoughts, he had not heard the door open. Master Si-cham was standing in the doorway, frowning. When Thom did not answer, Master Si-cham continued, "Very well. It is time for you prove your worth in the next test. That is, if you can pass."
Thom smiled and replied, "With pleasure." This should be easy, he thought. Thom was rarely shaken by anything these days. Master Si-cham's frown grew larger.
"When you are ready we will go to the chapel for your vigil before─"
Thom cut Si-cham off midsentence, "I am ready now Master Si-cham"
Si-cham glared at Thom. "No, you are not. Your robes." He gestured towards the hook where Thom's official sorcerer's robes were hanging.
"Is this truly necessary?"
"Yes. I will be waiting outside the doorway. Master Thom, please do try to hurry. You of all people need time to reflect." And with that, Si-cham swept out of the room, the door shutting with a loud boom.
Thom mumbled curses as he yanked the yellow robes over his head. Thom detested the robes for several reasons. He hated to color of his robes: a bright yellow with a greenish tint that made him look as if was seasick. When Alanna first saw Thom in his sorcery robes she laughed, saying that he looked like her. Alanna always got terribly sick during her ocean voyages. Thom also detested the robes because they made him stick out like a sore thumb. Thom wore the robes of a master who was training for the black robes, and he was one of the few who did. I bet that the conservatives are just trying to keep me wearing such a bright color so that they can watch more closely. Thom looked into the mirror, gave one last groan, and walked out into the hallway to join Si-cham.
"I hope you prepared well for the first test," Si-cham was looking at Thom curiously. "These tests are not to be taken lightly, you realize." When Thom simply laughed Si-cham raised one eyebrow and began to walk through the maze of hallways. Thom easily met his stride, and the two slipped into a silence. Si-cham began to contemplate the effect that Thom's presence had on the city. Si-cham had been glad to see Thom leave the City of the Gods once he had achieved his mastery, but now Thom had returned. It was not that Thom was a malicious man, but he had never fit in well with the other mages and had always made everyone else feel uneasy.
As the two turned the corner, they came to face the large iron doors that stood ominously at the end of the hallway. Si-cham cleared his throat and turned to face the much younger man. "Master Thom, tonight at midnight you will take the next step towards receiving the renowned black robes. Tonight the Chamber of Sorcery will test your ability to think quickly and effectively. You have until the stroke of twelve to think about how you have spent your life, and what you wish to achieve. You should think about how you have helped, or hurt others. I hope that you will spend your reflection time wisely." Si-cham turned towards the doors and slowly opened them. Thom gulped, suddenly more frightened that he had been in a long time, and strode into chapel.
So I've never written fanfiction before so any reviews would help *except flames-those don't really help, if you hate it that much, please explain*. Thanks :)
PS. I have at least one more chapter to add (it's already written), but beyond that, I'm not sure, if people want to advise me where to go, that would be appreciated.
Disclaimer: Anything that you recognize (places, concepts, people, ect.) belongs to Tamora Pierce. No matter how much I wish I thought it up first, she did.