Chapter 1
Zured (like "cured") couldn't get any sleep. Tomorrow morning, he would become one of the Izzet blastseekers. He would be armed with an arsenal of magic and spells, instead of what he had now. He would be known by the entire Izzet League as the mind that soared higher than all others, the soul that delved deeper than anybody else. He would be the one leading experiments, not the test subjects of them. He was sure of it. For Zured Ingle (like "eagle", but with an "n"), mastermind of sorts, had led a few experiments himself.
RING. What was that noise? RING, RING. And why was it so persistent? RING, RING, RING. It was annoying. RING, RING, RING, RING. And it sounded like...
Zured opened his eyes, and was dismayed to find that the time-telling read 1034. He was hours late for the blastseeker induction. It had ended registration at 0835. Zured was very angry to find that he was this close to an elite rank of the Izzet, yet every time he tried, he never got anywhere. In his frustration at losing to life again, he threw a shock(R; Shock deals 2 damage to target creature or player.) at a lamp, which promptly went he 'accidentally' let flow some molten magma from his fingertips. They melted through his floor, and landed right next to a foot, and the ow at a lamp that promptly went out. ner of the said foot jumped, yelling, "What the *%^$!" Then, realizing where it had come from, he yelled up. "Zured Caprel Ingle! This is the umpteenth time already! I am NOT going to say it again! STOP THROWING ASSORTED VIOLENCE DOWN HERE!"
"OK, OK," muttered Zured as he dismissed the electricity and the molten rock that was guilty of attempted murder. There was a family of elves living under his apartment, and they hated when his 'accidental' fits of anger and the "fire-water" that kept dripping down. Apparently, Izzet was stupid for thinking fire lit water. But apparently it did, so go figure.
The elf downstairs mended the floor in a materialization of green and white magic. and Zured put on his clothes for the day. Looking down to check if the elf had made it a prank-trap of some sort, he saw that the floor had dozens of the patches in it. Zured sighed. He was going to need to fix the floor someday.
He headed out the door to see what he could learn. Or destroy. He was already done with the Izzet Standard Issue 1. The Standard Issue 1 was a set of burn and demolition spells and creatures to call to his side. He was pretty proficient with them.
A sudden thought struck him.
What if I'm not meant to be in Izzet? He thought. What if I wasn't supposed to be where I am now? Would my efforts have all been for naught
Zured stopped his Train of Thought(1U; Replicate 1U, Draw a card.). All of this thinking was making him moody. It was time to go make something go boom-boom.