- Joined
- Apr 5, 2013
- Location
- US
The school was for elite magii only, and for that reason, Amanda Knight was chosen to attend the academy. The first day had went well – magical orientation, meeting her teachers, and… Well, her first assignment. Every student at the academy needed to summon a servant, a being of myth and history from ages long gone, to act not just as well… A servant, but a sign of magical gifts. Many attempted to chose powerful legends, seeking to subvert them to their own uses and desires. The redhead was not really that different from her peers, except for not really being certain as to which servant she was attempting to summon.
In the middle of her runic circle was the catalyst for her spell, an old and rusted blade, the metal warped and bent almost as if forged like first itself. Wearing a simple white dress shirt and matching black pants, the red eyed woman looked down to the book she had, remembering the words as she took out a brief, momentary breath. There was no rush in this, there was no need to summon immediately… Except, what if the legend she was to summon was already summoned? Would she get nothing?
“Well.” Clasping the book shut and resting it down against a nearby table, the woman took a long, slow breath as she focused, feeling the lattice of her magical circuits flaring to life, the words parting from her slightly painted lips…
“Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. ...”
In the middle of her runic circle was the catalyst for her spell, an old and rusted blade, the metal warped and bent almost as if forged like first itself. Wearing a simple white dress shirt and matching black pants, the red eyed woman looked down to the book she had, remembering the words as she took out a brief, momentary breath. There was no rush in this, there was no need to summon immediately… Except, what if the legend she was to summon was already summoned? Would she get nothing?
“Well.” Clasping the book shut and resting it down against a nearby table, the woman took a long, slow breath as she focused, feeling the lattice of her magical circuits flaring to life, the words parting from her slightly painted lips…
“Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. ...”