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TRANSGRESSIONS OF FATE
By: RAGNAR (that really is my name)
Chapter 01: Trials of Youth
A man and a young woman were sitting on the floor with crossed legs on a dark room, inside the Mage's Academy. A single flame flying between them was the only illumination provided. The girl was wearing a white hooded robe, had fiery red hair and was sweating rather profusely.
Stay focused, don't let your mind wander... focus.
Keep your eye and thoughts on the flame.
Freya allowed herself to be drawn by the hypnotic voice that guided her into discovering the magic within her. Concentrating on the small flame dancing between her and the voice, making it grow and shrink at her will.
Freya Storm-Crow hated her name, she might have some respect for it, but still can't help hating it. Being named after a goddess did bring high expectations from everyone you meet, after all; and her friends used to torment her at every birthday by calling their gifts "offerings" and bowing down at her feet during Novice classes.
Now, at her sixth year in the Academy, the time has come for her to finally get the respect she deserves, if she passes this exam, she will officially be an apprentice to a real Wizard. All she needs to do is to keep the flame stable for five more minutes.
The little ball of fire flickered.
Freya Storm-Crow! Stay your mind! Do you wish to remain a Novice for another year? Focus!
Panicking, Freya brought the full force of her concentration into the flame, which shortly proved to be a mistake. The flame suddenly roared into an indescribably hot wall of liquid fire, threatening to burn the entire room. Falling back with a shriek, Freya let go of her concentration, instantly extinguishing the flame.
Before she even started to stand up, a man in Wizard's uniform hurried towards her and slapped her on the face, hard.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA AT ALL WHAT YOU HAVE JUST DONE?! YOU COULD HAVE BURNED THE WHOLE ACADEMY TO THE GROUND!" Kareel, yelled at her.
Regaining his composure, he then said "A firewall spell that powerful must not be attempted without the right amount of experience and knowledge if not guidance! You must not try that again!" he said rather sternly.
Still wincing from the pain and unable to contain her tears, Freya asked, "Did I fail?"
After a time of what could have been an eternity, Kareel finally replied with a grunt and a wave of his hand. "You passed."
"YES!" this time the tears were that of joy. Running towards Kareel, she threw herself at him, laughing and kissing him on the cheeks. Finally, she has the chance to really show those people that she can be worthy of her name.
Putting Freya down was not easy, Kareel had to pry her arms away from him, "Now stop that, child. I may be your cousin, albeit a distant one, but that doesn't mean I'm granting you any favors. First of all, I let you pass because the power you displayed back there was too great for any Novice to handle. I wasn't the one who maintained the flame from the start, you did, and that gives you some merit. Second, although your mind has wavered, you were still able to give life to the flame, I know of only one Wizard who can do that, and such talents are not to be wasted.
"I'm putting you under the guidance of Wizard Ledon and Wizardess Mesh'shin. I'm also putting you under a watch list; you may have passed, but only on a technicality. You are now an Apprentice-Mage, child, but I am still responsible for the lives that you might jeopardize in accidents during your training"
Taking out pen, paper, ink, and some wax, Kareel wrote a letter to Wizard Ledon and Mesh'shin. Neatly folding the two pieces of paper, he sealed them with the melted wax and then safeguarded the seals with a Self-Destruct spell. Should anyone, but the people whom the letters addressed, open them... the letters would burn to ash.
"Take these letters of my recommendation to Ledon and Mesh'shin tomorrow, they alone are to open it and no one else, not even you child. Those two letters are guarded by spells, open them, and your chances of becoming an Apprentice-Mage this year will disappear. Is that understood?" Kareel's look at her was rather menacing.
Gulping, Freya can only nod.
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In her room, Freya kept the letters in a secret compartment in her underwear drawer. Anyone but a pervert would expect to find anything useful here; and should that certain pervert – or anyone, for that matter – opens that compartment in the wrong way, they would be in for a very nasty surprise.
Smiling to herself that she finally can be a Mage, Freya went to the shower to wash herself of the day's dirt. Unbuttoning the top of her robe, she let it slide down to the floor, next, she then slid off her skirt and took her shirt off. Looking at the mirror, Freya had forgotten that she was wearing a bra today. Blushing to herself, and then scolding herself for even blushing, she reached behind her, unhooking it. Slipping it off, she wondered why her breasts took the sweet liberty of growing just now. She's a late bloomer, as some of her relatives once said; she was seventeen at the time when she started to grow breasts.
Still, blushing at her body was rather embarrassing. It was perfectly normal for a woman to grow these things, and even if she waited for a rather long time to be finally recognized as a grown woman, THIS WAS ABSOLUTELY NORMAL!
Letting out a deep breath and thinking about how it was a good day, Freya finally calmed herself down... Tomorrow, she was going to be an Apprentice, nothing was going to dampen her mood tonight.
Turning on the shower, letting a steady stream of water come out, and the sound of the water hitting the tiles, Freya took the time to congratulate Elonis, in her mind, on such a great idea. No other city in Midgard has such a thing as a shower.
But then, Elonis always was a lazy boy, she thought as she scrubbed herself with soap. He probably became an Alchemist and a Blacksmith at the same time just so he can make things that will make him avoid work. But yet again, considering the time and work involved in the becoming any of the two, that was rather... ironic. She missed him though and wondered what he has been doing since he sent the... blueprints? ... for the shower system to the City Council.
Still... smiling on the thought that she no longer has to climb a flight of stairs just to fill up a tub for a bath, Freya just let the water sprinkle all over and wash away the day's sweat and dirt.
Turning off the shower and drying herself out with a towel, Freya put on her nightgown, a gift from Elonis that went with the shower blueprints. Looking at the mirror again, she wondered if Mother had told him the news of her growth. The thing fits her perfectly! Even the cups fit! How could he have known her size? She wasn't even sure herself! Even the silky black dress with silver floral embroidery that encircled her hips and spiraled down to the hem looked as if it was made especially for her!
Fuming and turning crimson at the same time, she wanted to scream at her mother right then and now. Elonis was just a friend to her and she had no right to push the two of them together! But still, it was a nice dress... that cooled her down a bit. At least Elonis had the heart to send her a gift.
Lying down on her bed and pulling the sheets over her, she closed her eyes and let sleep take her.
What she didn't know, was that outside the city walls, weapons are bared for battle as the gates opened to welcome the events... that would change her life.
TRANSGRESSIONS OF FATE
By: RAGNAR (that really is my name)
Chapter 01: Trials of Youth
A man and a young woman were sitting on the floor with crossed legs on a dark room, inside the Mage's Academy. A single flame flying between them was the only illumination provided. The girl was wearing a white hooded robe, had fiery red hair and was sweating rather profusely.
Stay focused, don't let your mind wander... focus.
Keep your eye and thoughts on the flame.
Freya allowed herself to be drawn by the hypnotic voice that guided her into discovering the magic within her. Concentrating on the small flame dancing between her and the voice, making it grow and shrink at her will.
Freya Storm-Crow hated her name, she might have some respect for it, but still can't help hating it. Being named after a goddess did bring high expectations from everyone you meet, after all; and her friends used to torment her at every birthday by calling their gifts "offerings" and bowing down at her feet during Novice classes.
Now, at her sixth year in the Academy, the time has come for her to finally get the respect she deserves, if she passes this exam, she will officially be an apprentice to a real Wizard. All she needs to do is to keep the flame stable for five more minutes.
The little ball of fire flickered.
Freya Storm-Crow! Stay your mind! Do you wish to remain a Novice for another year? Focus!
Panicking, Freya brought the full force of her concentration into the flame, which shortly proved to be a mistake. The flame suddenly roared into an indescribably hot wall of liquid fire, threatening to burn the entire room. Falling back with a shriek, Freya let go of her concentration, instantly extinguishing the flame.
Before she even started to stand up, a man in Wizard's uniform hurried towards her and slapped her on the face, hard.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA AT ALL WHAT YOU HAVE JUST DONE?! YOU COULD HAVE BURNED THE WHOLE ACADEMY TO THE GROUND!" Kareel, yelled at her.
Regaining his composure, he then said "A firewall spell that powerful must not be attempted without the right amount of experience and knowledge if not guidance! You must not try that again!" he said rather sternly.
Still wincing from the pain and unable to contain her tears, Freya asked, "Did I fail?"
After a time of what could have been an eternity, Kareel finally replied with a grunt and a wave of his hand. "You passed."
"YES!" this time the tears were that of joy. Running towards Kareel, she threw herself at him, laughing and kissing him on the cheeks. Finally, she has the chance to really show those people that she can be worthy of her name.
Putting Freya down was not easy, Kareel had to pry her arms away from him, "Now stop that, child. I may be your cousin, albeit a distant one, but that doesn't mean I'm granting you any favors. First of all, I let you pass because the power you displayed back there was too great for any Novice to handle. I wasn't the one who maintained the flame from the start, you did, and that gives you some merit. Second, although your mind has wavered, you were still able to give life to the flame, I know of only one Wizard who can do that, and such talents are not to be wasted.
"I'm putting you under the guidance of Wizard Ledon and Wizardess Mesh'shin. I'm also putting you under a watch list; you may have passed, but only on a technicality. You are now an Apprentice-Mage, child, but I am still responsible for the lives that you might jeopardize in accidents during your training"
Taking out pen, paper, ink, and some wax, Kareel wrote a letter to Wizard Ledon and Mesh'shin. Neatly folding the two pieces of paper, he sealed them with the melted wax and then safeguarded the seals with a Self-Destruct spell. Should anyone, but the people whom the letters addressed, open them... the letters would burn to ash.
"Take these letters of my recommendation to Ledon and Mesh'shin tomorrow, they alone are to open it and no one else, not even you child. Those two letters are guarded by spells, open them, and your chances of becoming an Apprentice-Mage this year will disappear. Is that understood?" Kareel's look at her was rather menacing.
Gulping, Freya can only nod.
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In her room, Freya kept the letters in a secret compartment in her underwear drawer. Anyone but a pervert would expect to find anything useful here; and should that certain pervert – or anyone, for that matter – opens that compartment in the wrong way, they would be in for a very nasty surprise.
Smiling to herself that she finally can be a Mage, Freya went to the shower to wash herself of the day's dirt. Unbuttoning the top of her robe, she let it slide down to the floor, next, she then slid off her skirt and took her shirt off. Looking at the mirror, Freya had forgotten that she was wearing a bra today. Blushing to herself, and then scolding herself for even blushing, she reached behind her, unhooking it. Slipping it off, she wondered why her breasts took the sweet liberty of growing just now. She's a late bloomer, as some of her relatives once said; she was seventeen at the time when she started to grow breasts.
Still, blushing at her body was rather embarrassing. It was perfectly normal for a woman to grow these things, and even if she waited for a rather long time to be finally recognized as a grown woman, THIS WAS ABSOLUTELY NORMAL!
Letting out a deep breath and thinking about how it was a good day, Freya finally calmed herself down... Tomorrow, she was going to be an Apprentice, nothing was going to dampen her mood tonight.
Turning on the shower, letting a steady stream of water come out, and the sound of the water hitting the tiles, Freya took the time to congratulate Elonis, in her mind, on such a great idea. No other city in Midgard has such a thing as a shower.
But then, Elonis always was a lazy boy, she thought as she scrubbed herself with soap. He probably became an Alchemist and a Blacksmith at the same time just so he can make things that will make him avoid work. But yet again, considering the time and work involved in the becoming any of the two, that was rather... ironic. She missed him though and wondered what he has been doing since he sent the... blueprints? ... for the shower system to the City Council.
Still... smiling on the thought that she no longer has to climb a flight of stairs just to fill up a tub for a bath, Freya just let the water sprinkle all over and wash away the day's sweat and dirt.
Turning off the shower and drying herself out with a towel, Freya put on her nightgown, a gift from Elonis that went with the shower blueprints. Looking at the mirror again, she wondered if Mother had told him the news of her growth. The thing fits her perfectly! Even the cups fit! How could he have known her size? She wasn't even sure herself! Even the silky black dress with silver floral embroidery that encircled her hips and spiraled down to the hem looked as if it was made especially for her!
Fuming and turning crimson at the same time, she wanted to scream at her mother right then and now. Elonis was just a friend to her and she had no right to push the two of them together! But still, it was a nice dress... that cooled her down a bit. At least Elonis had the heart to send her a gift.
Lying down on her bed and pulling the sheets over her, she closed her eyes and let sleep take her.
What she didn't know, was that outside the city walls, weapons are bared for battle as the gates opened to welcome the events... that would change her life.