Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Michael wiped away the sweat accumulating on his brow as he trudged deeper and deeper into the darkness. His only source of light emanated from a glowing ball that flew beside him, a very basic spell that virtually anyone could learn. Other than the bits of ruble that littered the floor and the stale air the old ruins looked untoched by any living soul, their weren't even cobwebs or any other form of insect or arachnid life that would normally flourish in this type of setting, it was very unnerving. "Come on you can do this, your basicly a man now and men dont get scared. Especially not of some dusty old ruin like this." Michael said unconvincingly to himself, trying to steady his nerves. As he continued to move forward he couldn't help but think about the events the led him to this moment.
Michael had awoken that day before his alarm had even sounded, he was bursting with too much excitement to really sleep. He walked across the room and made a check on his calendar. "One more day then im free. Free of people telling me what to do, of all of their restrictions. I will finally be abel to leave this place and move on with my life." Tomorrow was his 15th birthday, the day every boy is considered a man. 15 is the age everyone's magic fully awakens and they can become students of the Magic Academy. The most prestigious place throughout the land that teaches all young magic users how to control their magic. Of course you have to get into the school first which was no easy task, infact many people say it was the hardest experience of their life. None of that bothered Michael though he had been studying magic sense he was able to read so he wasnt that worried.
Michael finished getting himself ready before setting off for the day. In the begining everything was perfect, he met up with his friends before school and had a great time. He was even having a great time in school which was very rare for him. Most of the time he was plagued with boredom or getting into arguments with his teachers about the importance of all the non magic related stuff. Even James Murry the biggest bully in school couldn't get to him, or so he thought.
School had only been out for 5 minutes and James Murry had already found his first victim in Scott Morris, a geeky looking 13 year old with thick black rim glasses, greasy red hair and a pocket full of pens. Scott had been James is main target this year so he lost interest in him rather quickly. He was having trouble pickin his next target until he seen Michael's giant smile as he walked by. "Whats got you so happy?" James asked as he glared at Michael. "Well if you must know i turn 15 tomorrow and get to take my entrance exam for the Magic Academy." Michael shot back givimg James his own glare. "Oh please you? In the Magic Academy, like that would ever happen. not after what your father did. Tell me, did they ever find all of your mom?" James asked with satisfied grin on his face. Michaels blood began to boil as James began to speek. Even tho it happen 5 years ago when ever anyone brought up Michael's parentsin front of him the reaction was always the same from him, anger. Michael wanted to kill him, and hundreds of different spells flashed through his mind everything from literally making his blood boil, to summing a small parasite that would eat his brain and then using his body like a puppet. These were all just thoughts tho, its not like he actually act on these feelings, if he did the Magic Academy would never let him in. "Why? we can't can't all fail twice in a row like you did now can we?" The statement made jame's cheecks flush with anger and embarrassment. "You think you're so smart don't you? Because ypu have so much faith in your abilities why don't we make this interesting. Tonight you go to the old ruins on the outskirts of town. Theirs a legend that says an old whitch was tapped their hundreds of years ago. I want you to find something from her body and bring it to school tomorrow. If you do i will give you all of my magic power. But if you don't then you give me yours." Under normal circumstances Michael would never make this deal, especially when it involved some stupid local legend but he was still seeing red and wasnt thinking clearly. "Your on you pice of shit." James only smiled. "Good then lets make this a blood pact shall we." Each mage took out a sliver knife and made deep cuts across the plams of their hands. When their blood mixed a surge of magical energy passed between them, bindimg them to their promise. "James smiled once more. "See you tomorrow loser"
Michael was brought back to the present when he stopped at a 2 long dark corridors, each leading in opposite directions. Michael made a quick decision to turn left and continue his search. He had only made it 8 steps before his glowing light that was floating beside him exploded in a small display of fireworks. "Happy birthday to me." Michael mutterd to him self. A moment later he started to seize up as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, dust and stone began to swril around him getting faster and faster as his convulsions got worse. Suddenly everything stopped and for a few moments it seemed like time just stood still, until a wave of magic energy exploaded out of Michaels body in all directions, sending the dust and stone along with it. Michael collapsed to his knees to catch his breath, he had never been so happy to feel like trowing up in all his life. He knew what happen, his magic had ascended bringing with him a new sense of power he had never known before. After a few minutes he began his search again only this time he felt something, some kind of invisible force pulling him the other way, taking a deep breath he began to follow it.
Michael followed the force pulling him for what seemed like hours, making twists and turns and going down paths he not sure he would of even noticed if not for the force leading him. The journey finally ended at a stone wall. At first Michael was angry, being led all over the place only to stop at a wall. His anger quickly faded as his eyes were drawn to a small inscription by the same force that lead him their, it wrote "Only Magic's purest form will open the door." surprisingly enough Michael actually knew the answer. His father had always told him that "Magic is connected to life and that its purest form is the very blood in our veins." He wasted no time, he quiclky pulled out the same silver knife he used earlier and reopened his cut and wiped his blood across the inscription. The effects were instantaneous. The wall began to shake and be pulled down by some invisible force, what he saw next took his breath away.
In front of him was a figure being illuminated by somthing looking very similar to moonlight. It was covered in dirt and dust with what looked to be a large red crystal coming out of its chest. It was being held in place by large chains wrapped around its wrist. Soon Michael felt the invisible force pulling him again, bringing him closer and closer to the mysterious bound creature. The closer he got the more he could make out through the dirt and dust, it soon became clear that it was a woman bound and a very beautiful one at that. The longer he stared at the mysterious woman the stronger the force pulled at his hand until he found him self wiping dirt off of her cheek.
Michael had awoken that day before his alarm had even sounded, he was bursting with too much excitement to really sleep. He walked across the room and made a check on his calendar. "One more day then im free. Free of people telling me what to do, of all of their restrictions. I will finally be abel to leave this place and move on with my life." Tomorrow was his 15th birthday, the day every boy is considered a man. 15 is the age everyone's magic fully awakens and they can become students of the Magic Academy. The most prestigious place throughout the land that teaches all young magic users how to control their magic. Of course you have to get into the school first which was no easy task, infact many people say it was the hardest experience of their life. None of that bothered Michael though he had been studying magic sense he was able to read so he wasnt that worried.
Michael finished getting himself ready before setting off for the day. In the begining everything was perfect, he met up with his friends before school and had a great time. He was even having a great time in school which was very rare for him. Most of the time he was plagued with boredom or getting into arguments with his teachers about the importance of all the non magic related stuff. Even James Murry the biggest bully in school couldn't get to him, or so he thought.
School had only been out for 5 minutes and James Murry had already found his first victim in Scott Morris, a geeky looking 13 year old with thick black rim glasses, greasy red hair and a pocket full of pens. Scott had been James is main target this year so he lost interest in him rather quickly. He was having trouble pickin his next target until he seen Michael's giant smile as he walked by. "Whats got you so happy?" James asked as he glared at Michael. "Well if you must know i turn 15 tomorrow and get to take my entrance exam for the Magic Academy." Michael shot back givimg James his own glare. "Oh please you? In the Magic Academy, like that would ever happen. not after what your father did. Tell me, did they ever find all of your mom?" James asked with satisfied grin on his face. Michaels blood began to boil as James began to speek. Even tho it happen 5 years ago when ever anyone brought up Michael's parentsin front of him the reaction was always the same from him, anger. Michael wanted to kill him, and hundreds of different spells flashed through his mind everything from literally making his blood boil, to summing a small parasite that would eat his brain and then using his body like a puppet. These were all just thoughts tho, its not like he actually act on these feelings, if he did the Magic Academy would never let him in. "Why? we can't can't all fail twice in a row like you did now can we?" The statement made jame's cheecks flush with anger and embarrassment. "You think you're so smart don't you? Because ypu have so much faith in your abilities why don't we make this interesting. Tonight you go to the old ruins on the outskirts of town. Theirs a legend that says an old whitch was tapped their hundreds of years ago. I want you to find something from her body and bring it to school tomorrow. If you do i will give you all of my magic power. But if you don't then you give me yours." Under normal circumstances Michael would never make this deal, especially when it involved some stupid local legend but he was still seeing red and wasnt thinking clearly. "Your on you pice of shit." James only smiled. "Good then lets make this a blood pact shall we." Each mage took out a sliver knife and made deep cuts across the plams of their hands. When their blood mixed a surge of magical energy passed between them, bindimg them to their promise. "James smiled once more. "See you tomorrow loser"
Michael was brought back to the present when he stopped at a 2 long dark corridors, each leading in opposite directions. Michael made a quick decision to turn left and continue his search. He had only made it 8 steps before his glowing light that was floating beside him exploded in a small display of fireworks. "Happy birthday to me." Michael mutterd to him self. A moment later he started to seize up as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, dust and stone began to swril around him getting faster and faster as his convulsions got worse. Suddenly everything stopped and for a few moments it seemed like time just stood still, until a wave of magic energy exploaded out of Michaels body in all directions, sending the dust and stone along with it. Michael collapsed to his knees to catch his breath, he had never been so happy to feel like trowing up in all his life. He knew what happen, his magic had ascended bringing with him a new sense of power he had never known before. After a few minutes he began his search again only this time he felt something, some kind of invisible force pulling him the other way, taking a deep breath he began to follow it.
Michael followed the force pulling him for what seemed like hours, making twists and turns and going down paths he not sure he would of even noticed if not for the force leading him. The journey finally ended at a stone wall. At first Michael was angry, being led all over the place only to stop at a wall. His anger quickly faded as his eyes were drawn to a small inscription by the same force that lead him their, it wrote "Only Magic's purest form will open the door." surprisingly enough Michael actually knew the answer. His father had always told him that "Magic is connected to life and that its purest form is the very blood in our veins." He wasted no time, he quiclky pulled out the same silver knife he used earlier and reopened his cut and wiped his blood across the inscription. The effects were instantaneous. The wall began to shake and be pulled down by some invisible force, what he saw next took his breath away.
In front of him was a figure being illuminated by somthing looking very similar to moonlight. It was covered in dirt and dust with what looked to be a large red crystal coming out of its chest. It was being held in place by large chains wrapped around its wrist. Soon Michael felt the invisible force pulling him again, bringing him closer and closer to the mysterious bound creature. The closer he got the more he could make out through the dirt and dust, it soon became clear that it was a woman bound and a very beautiful one at that. The longer he stared at the mysterious woman the stronger the force pulled at his hand until he found him self wiping dirt off of her cheek.
