Dublin Ireland
June 2nd 2065
9:15 AM
Oliver is on a bus to the Irish league HQ as it's his first official day of training to become a mage. He looks at a picture of him and Beth on his phone and wishes she was here.
Oliver gets off the bus immediately feeling the heat as it's now summer and he walks a good distance till he arrives at the HQ. He knocks on it as the guard asks for the password.
"tuemur artificia dei." Oliver says though with some struggle as he can't remember the last time he even spoke latin.
The door opens up with Oliver entering the HQ and past some members. Oliver arrives at a courtyard with the sun beaming down the middle.
"Hello Oliver, ready to get started?" Jon asks.
Oliver nods while setting down his backpack but looks around a moment.
"I thought I'd be in a classroom?" Oliver asks adjusting his sleeves.
"Originally you were but I wanted to teach you myself, to ease you in." Jon explains with Oliver nodding and waits for his first lesson. "Okay the important thing to know about magic is that you can't just throw it around willy nilly, it requires discipline and purpose."
Oliver stands there patiently when Jon sends focused flames into a torch.
"That right there? I thought about lighting it up and I sent it out in full control... Depending on your emotion the flame will go wild or it'll burn so hot it makes the sun blush." Jon states earning a light chuckle from Oliver.
"Alright so what do I do then?" Oliver asks as Jon stands next to him.
"Look at the torch and imagine killing the flame, have it at your will Oliver, command it." Jon says as Oliver stares at the torch and holds his palm out towards it.
Oliver mentally tries commanding the flame as it's moving and dimming down but it isn't listening completely. Oliver stops when he feels a burning sensation on his hand, he looks towards Jon for an explanation.
"That's a consequence, if you can't command it then it'll harm you or at times kill you... Try it again but close your eyes and think of nothing but commanding it." Jon orders calmly.
Oliver takes a deep breath closing his eyes and holds his palm out again thinking of nothing but commanding the flame as the flame dies down till it's nothing but smoke.
"Good job but that's just the beginning, there are many more complicated things that you'll have to learn... Let's see if you can send out flames... Remember what I told you." Jon states.
Oliver holds his palm out and mentally orders to light this torch when flames burst out of his hands and light the torch ablaze.
"Holy..." Oliver says shaking his hand which is steaming intensely.
Jon laughs with amusement at how sudden that was.
"Good job, I think you'll get the hang of this in no time." Jon says.
Oliver smiles and repeats the process as he feels good like he's doing something that matters.
*Five months later.*
October 1st 2065
Oliver is currently at the HQ reading whilst floating in the courtyard. He adjusts his shemagh as he's much more cleaned up as the training has sort of served as a distraction for him.
"Mr Devitt if you wish to read something from the archives then you should ask instead of stealing." An order man says.
Oliver smirks somewhat and looks at the man.
YOU ARE READING
Devitt: Prison Of The Horseman
AdventureOliver Devitt is a blacklisted member of the league of mages, due to his seemingly reckless and standoffish behavior, he's done relatively fine for himself for the years since being blacklisted. Though he's approached by his old mentor and agrees to...
