Ink trailed along the floor from a small bottle that had been turned onto it's side. It snaked across the floor soaking into loose papers that littered the ground. It had been a very long night for the boy who was asleep half way onto his bed. He had spent the entire night before finishing his final test for his Master. He was among three other students whom had been chosen years ago to under go the training to be a sorcerer. It was a rare thing indeed, especially for someone like himself. He had been a simple boy, not educated, or even interested in magic. However his Master Meic, the local wizard had taken notice of his inate abilities one day in the local market.
The other two students where just the opposite, rich, spoiled, and well versed in many tongues. They had not been fond of his presence from the first day. He himself had not cared much himself, but he had still given it his all. Last night his Master had asked each of the three to concoct a potion, just any potion, it was to see how well they could use what they've learned. He had gone with a illusionary one, it caused the drinker to change form, it was a tricky little thing, but he had done so and had left the phial of liquid at his masters door the night before. He had an uneasy sleep then, thinking he had done everything wrong, and had been hoping Meic, had not tasted the brew, for fear he would be poisoned.
"Wake up Aiden!" came a shout from his door. It was one of the other students. It sounded like Martin, he was a rather rude fellow, gifted in his skill, he could not help but show off.
Aiden stirred from his bed, his eyes where of a strange blueish purple, the signs of his magical powers coming to light. His dark hair was untidy and such. He had taken the liberty of getting dressed an hour before, but he had once more fallen asleep. His eyes widened, he hoped he was not late for the ceremony. In truth it was not very much a ceremony as it was a day where his Master finally said "Good Job," and let them go on their way. He was to receive a familiar today, a magical companion to help him with his needs. Meic had a large dragon as his familiar, she was tall, skin of dark brown, and scales that covered her body in certian places like a layer of scalled armor. He had always though tit strange the old man had such an attractive familiar, but he did not question it, Slytha, as was her name, was not as gentle as she looked, she was more then willing to bite if need be.
He got ready, following after the two other boys, and went to the meeting place in the tower Meic lived in. There he saw the old wizard, standing, a stern look on his face. "I am so glad you all made it...." he said, their was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, they where late it seemed.
"Come come...meet you new companions.....your potions spoke volujes of your skills and interests, I took the whole night summoning each specific being for your familiar."
The other two students where just the opposite, rich, spoiled, and well versed in many tongues. They had not been fond of his presence from the first day. He himself had not cared much himself, but he had still given it his all. Last night his Master had asked each of the three to concoct a potion, just any potion, it was to see how well they could use what they've learned. He had gone with a illusionary one, it caused the drinker to change form, it was a tricky little thing, but he had done so and had left the phial of liquid at his masters door the night before. He had an uneasy sleep then, thinking he had done everything wrong, and had been hoping Meic, had not tasted the brew, for fear he would be poisoned.
"Wake up Aiden!" came a shout from his door. It was one of the other students. It sounded like Martin, he was a rather rude fellow, gifted in his skill, he could not help but show off.
Aiden stirred from his bed, his eyes where of a strange blueish purple, the signs of his magical powers coming to light. His dark hair was untidy and such. He had taken the liberty of getting dressed an hour before, but he had once more fallen asleep. His eyes widened, he hoped he was not late for the ceremony. In truth it was not very much a ceremony as it was a day where his Master finally said "Good Job," and let them go on their way. He was to receive a familiar today, a magical companion to help him with his needs. Meic had a large dragon as his familiar, she was tall, skin of dark brown, and scales that covered her body in certian places like a layer of scalled armor. He had always though tit strange the old man had such an attractive familiar, but he did not question it, Slytha, as was her name, was not as gentle as she looked, she was more then willing to bite if need be.
He got ready, following after the two other boys, and went to the meeting place in the tower Meic lived in. There he saw the old wizard, standing, a stern look on his face. "I am so glad you all made it...." he said, their was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, they where late it seemed.
"Come come...meet you new companions.....your potions spoke volujes of your skills and interests, I took the whole night summoning each specific being for your familiar."