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Chapter 2- The Magician

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At about the same time the Thief-to-be was getting ready for dinner in Kerning City, a young magician sat at her tree bark desk in her tree house in Ellinia. She was studying hard, for tomorrow she was to become a magician.

Man, she thought, I'm pooped. She had just finished the book- Rules and Guidelines for the Beginner Magician. Feeling tired, she rested her head on the desk. Her blue Angelica styled hair fell on the stacks of paper and pencils that were scattered around. She slowly closed her eyes and began to go into a light slumber.

"SIS! WAKE UP! COME ON, DINNER'S READY AND YOU'RE SETTING THE TABLE!"

The girl eyes opened alarmed. "Oh, it's just you." She said to her sister who was at the doorway with her arms folded.

"Studying to hard again?"

"Well, I want to be the best magician I can be."

"Overachiever," She snorted, "well, come on, as I said, it's your turn to set the table."

The two siblings quickly hurried down the stairs into the kitchen where the girl set the table as quick as possible before her parents arrived.

Whenever something was not done when her parents came home, and they noticed it, they would have a hissy-fit. And when the girl's parents had a hissy-fit, it was best to leave the house.

But, the only place she could go was Ellinia. Her parents were very overprotective. The only time she was allowed to leave Ellinia was when her family had their "Henesy's Haircut" trip. During this trip was the time where the girl had her hair done. The reason her parents were overprotective about leaving Ellinia was because they were freakishly rich. They were afraid of their youngest daughter being kidnapped by people who did not like them. (And there were a lot too.) But, she longed to travel. She heard of a place called Perion which was high in the mountains. That place seemed interesting. She also heard of a place across the island called Kerning City. She had never been to a city, so she longed to go there too.

"Hey, sis, lost in thought again?"

Looking down on the table she just set, she saw she put the spoons, forks, and cups all on one plate while the other plates were empty.

"Oops."

It took her about five minutes to finish doing the table and her parents came home.

"Hi Hunny," her mom said hugging her.

The family took their places at the table and ate their meal of sliced up turkey smothered in gravy.

"So, sweetie, tomorrow's the big day eh?" her dad said with his mouth full.

"Yea, Dad, I guess."

"Did you decide what your second advancement will be?"

The girl thought for a second. Her Mom was a highly famous Priest who made a living healing people when the Potions shop was out. (And that happened a lot.) She was a traveling healer, as some might say. But she made a lot of money out of it. She charged 300 mesos a heal, and since she heals about 3 thousand a day, it adds up.

Her dad, on the other hand was Fire/Poison ArchMage, who was Grendel the Really Old's messenger. He was paid a lot for his services.

Her sister just became an Ice/Lightning Wizard a few days ago. She was always on the go and traveling and earning mesos from her kills.

Lucky her, the girl thought, allowed to travel around the island. Well, tomorrow I'll be a magician and it will be my turn.

"Umm…." She replied to her dad, "I think I'll be a Cleric like Mom."

"That's great sweetie." said her Mom, obviously happy.

"Mom, Dad, you know she's only level 10, it'll be a while till she'll be at level 30."

Yea, she thought, thanks for rubbing it in Sis. Her Mom and Dad both decided that she should wait till she was level 10 to become a Magician.

"But Mom," she argued, "Magician Jobs open at level 8. And my Intelligence is high enough! I mean, it's 23. Please Mom, please!"

"Sorry Hun." Her mom protested, "Just wait two more levels alright?"

She hated her Mom for that. And she knew why she made her wait, because she didn't want her to travel. It's so annoying, she thought.

"Mom, Dad can I be excused?" She asked, "I'm pretty tired."

"Sure hunny. You do need your rest for tomorrow."

The Magician-to-be got up from her seat and started up the stairs.

To her, being a magician meant more than anything.

To her, it meant freedom, the thing she wanted most.

To be continued.