Tutor
In a few days, Huxely Hobbes came down the path to the Dunbar residence. He was 50 years old, with gray hair and blue eyes. An expert in healing magic, Huxely was also one of the few people in the world who had a profound knowledge about the un-castable magic, such as psychic abilities and perception - - although he himself didn't have such skills, he'd studied them.
"What a strange request, teaching a little girl about un-castable magic," he mumbled, "And it's Magnus Dunbar as well. I didn't even know he had a daughter."
Magnus was overjoyed when he came to the door. He beckoned the old healer to come inside for some tea. Mimi came in, and brought the two men the tea and some cookies.
"Now, let us get down to the business of the little girl," Huxely requested.
Magnus replied, "We shall. But first, I would like you to meet your student. Eleni, come in here. Your teacher has arrived and would like to meet you."
In came Eleni, all decked out in her best clothes. All morning she had wondered why Mimi had been worried about every hair on her head. Unlike Magnus, she hadn't known the exact day that Huxely would be coming to see her. She sat down at the table next to her father.
Magnus indicated the child. "Huxely, this is my daughter, Eleni. Eleni, this is your teacher, Huxely Hobbes. He will be helping you with your powers. I'm sure you two will get along well."
"Hello sir," stated Eleni, "I thank you for coming. And I greatly appreciate your help." She curtsied as Magnus had taught her to do.
"So this child has some of the un-castable magics inside of her! Sir Dunbar, I did not know you even had a wife and child, let alone such a gifted one," Huxely replied.
Magnus told him, "Eleni isn't my birth daughter. I took her in after finding her in a burnt out village. But I love her as if she was my own flesh, and want to protect her in any way possible. So I need her to learn these skills, before it causes some sort of grief on her young soul."
Huxely eyed the girl. "I will try my best to help her. Don't worry, Miss Eleni is in good hands with me. We'll have fun together."
"That's good," Magnus said, "Well, I'll leave the two of you to your lesson. Be good for your teacher Eleni." With that, he left the room.
"Now then, Miss Eleni. We're going to study some of the theories behind magic, both the castable and un-castable types. Pay attention, because this is very important. If you are unable to understand what goes into a spell, it might just backfire," Huxely lectured.
* * *
Eleni continued to study with Huxely over the next few days. He began to teach her about the different mage classes, and the spells contained in each. She would need to know all of this before she chose the path that she wished to follow to learn spells.
Not that Eleni needed any help with her choice. Ever since she learned that she had a strong magical power within her, she had wanted to be a Mage. She had begun to have a strange dream, night after night, where she was walking along a path, raising the path that lead to an old temple. But golems were also coming up out of the water. Luckily, a young woman with blond hair and an old man began to blow them away with magic. Both of them had reached the highest Mage class of Enchanter in the dream. Right after that, her dream would go into herself being thrown into a glowing fissure. The young woman Enchanter gave her a smile that said everything would be all right, and it would all turn out ok in the end for the child.
She told the girl, "The path will be hard in the future for you. But just stick to it, and you'll eventually find happiness. Remember the name Magnus Dunbar, it will be important to your future. And don't forget. . ." but her voice trailed off as the fissure closed around her.
That dream was one thing that Eleni kept secret from everyone, including her father. It seemed too real to be just a dream, but what else could it be. It's not like she remembered her past while she was awake, why should sleeping be any different? But one thing still bothered her. Now that she had begun to make some sense of her powers of perception, she was even surer that she had met Dolan before. But the Dolan she met had seemed older, and seemed to have less sadness riding on his heart.
She approached the Soldier one-day while he was in the Library. "Dolan, why are you always so sad? I've never once seen you happy, and I'm beginning to worry about you. What happened to you in the past that makes you like this?"
"My two brothers died in the war," he told her, "They fought bravely against the Ashah Dynasty, only to be killed in battle. If I had been a little stronger, maybe I could have saved them."
"Don't blame yourself Dolan. There are certain things a person can't help, and death is one of them. I certainly couldn't save my family from the soldiers," Eleni confessed.
Dolan replied, "I guess we're just two walking war wounded. If you ever want to talk about your sorrows, just call on me. I'm there for you, just like your father, Huxely, and Mimi."
Eleni giggled. "I should be telling you that instead Dolan. Seems like you could use someone to talk to even more than me."
Although she didn't admit it to Dolan, Eleni was glad she had someone to talk to about lost family. It hurt to know what Dolan had gone through, but she knew that he could find some comfort in her words. Maybe with each other's help, the child and the Soldier would make it through these tough times.
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Well, I guess I've set the stage for the premise of this series. This episode will be over pretty soon, but a sequel is in the works.
In a few days, Huxely Hobbes came down the path to the Dunbar residence. He was 50 years old, with gray hair and blue eyes. An expert in healing magic, Huxely was also one of the few people in the world who had a profound knowledge about the un-castable magic, such as psychic abilities and perception - - although he himself didn't have such skills, he'd studied them.
"What a strange request, teaching a little girl about un-castable magic," he mumbled, "And it's Magnus Dunbar as well. I didn't even know he had a daughter."
Magnus was overjoyed when he came to the door. He beckoned the old healer to come inside for some tea. Mimi came in, and brought the two men the tea and some cookies.
"Now, let us get down to the business of the little girl," Huxely requested.
Magnus replied, "We shall. But first, I would like you to meet your student. Eleni, come in here. Your teacher has arrived and would like to meet you."
In came Eleni, all decked out in her best clothes. All morning she had wondered why Mimi had been worried about every hair on her head. Unlike Magnus, she hadn't known the exact day that Huxely would be coming to see her. She sat down at the table next to her father.
Magnus indicated the child. "Huxely, this is my daughter, Eleni. Eleni, this is your teacher, Huxely Hobbes. He will be helping you with your powers. I'm sure you two will get along well."
"Hello sir," stated Eleni, "I thank you for coming. And I greatly appreciate your help." She curtsied as Magnus had taught her to do.
"So this child has some of the un-castable magics inside of her! Sir Dunbar, I did not know you even had a wife and child, let alone such a gifted one," Huxely replied.
Magnus told him, "Eleni isn't my birth daughter. I took her in after finding her in a burnt out village. But I love her as if she was my own flesh, and want to protect her in any way possible. So I need her to learn these skills, before it causes some sort of grief on her young soul."
Huxely eyed the girl. "I will try my best to help her. Don't worry, Miss Eleni is in good hands with me. We'll have fun together."
"That's good," Magnus said, "Well, I'll leave the two of you to your lesson. Be good for your teacher Eleni." With that, he left the room.
"Now then, Miss Eleni. We're going to study some of the theories behind magic, both the castable and un-castable types. Pay attention, because this is very important. If you are unable to understand what goes into a spell, it might just backfire," Huxely lectured.
* * *
Eleni continued to study with Huxely over the next few days. He began to teach her about the different mage classes, and the spells contained in each. She would need to know all of this before she chose the path that she wished to follow to learn spells.
Not that Eleni needed any help with her choice. Ever since she learned that she had a strong magical power within her, she had wanted to be a Mage. She had begun to have a strange dream, night after night, where she was walking along a path, raising the path that lead to an old temple. But golems were also coming up out of the water. Luckily, a young woman with blond hair and an old man began to blow them away with magic. Both of them had reached the highest Mage class of Enchanter in the dream. Right after that, her dream would go into herself being thrown into a glowing fissure. The young woman Enchanter gave her a smile that said everything would be all right, and it would all turn out ok in the end for the child.
She told the girl, "The path will be hard in the future for you. But just stick to it, and you'll eventually find happiness. Remember the name Magnus Dunbar, it will be important to your future. And don't forget. . ." but her voice trailed off as the fissure closed around her.
That dream was one thing that Eleni kept secret from everyone, including her father. It seemed too real to be just a dream, but what else could it be. It's not like she remembered her past while she was awake, why should sleeping be any different? But one thing still bothered her. Now that she had begun to make some sense of her powers of perception, she was even surer that she had met Dolan before. But the Dolan she met had seemed older, and seemed to have less sadness riding on his heart.
She approached the Soldier one-day while he was in the Library. "Dolan, why are you always so sad? I've never once seen you happy, and I'm beginning to worry about you. What happened to you in the past that makes you like this?"
"My two brothers died in the war," he told her, "They fought bravely against the Ashah Dynasty, only to be killed in battle. If I had been a little stronger, maybe I could have saved them."
"Don't blame yourself Dolan. There are certain things a person can't help, and death is one of them. I certainly couldn't save my family from the soldiers," Eleni confessed.
Dolan replied, "I guess we're just two walking war wounded. If you ever want to talk about your sorrows, just call on me. I'm there for you, just like your father, Huxely, and Mimi."
Eleni giggled. "I should be telling you that instead Dolan. Seems like you could use someone to talk to even more than me."
Although she didn't admit it to Dolan, Eleni was glad she had someone to talk to about lost family. It hurt to know what Dolan had gone through, but she knew that he could find some comfort in her words. Maybe with each other's help, the child and the Soldier would make it through these tough times.
- - - -
Well, I guess I've set the stage for the premise of this series. This episode will be over pretty soon, but a sequel is in the works.