A Story of Love

After a long break im back with more story so enjoy.
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Later that evening, after all the test were done, Pr.Diggamoul;who would be teaching self-defense this year at Arzona; decided that it was high time he visited Mr. Silvermead. After changing clothes, magiclly of course, and taking leave of the Burds he left. As he knocked on the door he noticed that small statue was at his feet. It was, as far as he could tell, a small fairy sitting on a toadstool. She was holding a cristal in her hand. The cristal was shining as if it were magical.
The door opened before he could see if it was magical. It opened to reavel a man in his mid-forties. He had black hair that was starting to turn gray.
"Can I help you?" suspicion creeped into his voice.
"Your Mr.Silvermead right?"the man nodded. "I'm Mr. Diggamoul. I'm here to..." Mr. Diggamoul paused looking for the right words. "inform you of your inheritance."
"My inheritance? I hope its not a house." Mr. Silvermead smiled. This man is weired, he thought. but extremely nice, and what about this inheritance? I thought I was the only person left in my family. " Do please come in."
"Thank you. I hope I'm not intruding." Mr.Diggamoul looked around. The place was filled with boxes.
"Not at all. So what about my inheritance?" Mr. Silvermead wasn't one for 'beating around the bush'.
"Well, this might be a little hard for you to understand, but you've had this inheritance your whole life." He paused. Mr. Silvermead just looked at him thinking, This guy has lost it. "You see Mr. Silvermead you have inherited a talent that might kill you if its not controlled." Mr. Silvermead opened his mouth to protest, but the old professer continued. "Mr. Silvermead please hear me out. To be blunt you have iherited your family's magic."
"Ha! So what does that make me a wizard?!" He said sarcastically.
"Actually it does" Pr. Diggamoul answered calmly. "And, by the looks of it a ambient one" Before Mr. Silvermead could interrupt, he told him how he knew. Ending with " And I believe the figurine outside your door is what has been hiding you power."
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sorry i stoped but i g2g

np, pm me about what your not understanding.
 
no, but if you see repeated mistakes, what might go better in a certain place, ect... thats all. Thanks!! ill be very busey this weekend so don't expect me on much
thanks again,
~quentilian
 
alright..... so i really actually forgot all about this story and if your all still interested somwhat ill go on....ps is wont really pertain to the beginning, as in every little detail.
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"Magic in its rarest form is also in its purest form. Ambient magic is the most powerful of magics, and is always entangled with nature. Unlike the magic of the Vivimos mage, which is one whose power comes from within themselves, an Ambient mage's power comes from nature. Hence why the power itself always shows itself in natural ways." Pr. Tarowski moved to the window as he continued his lecture. "Now, we have two brilliant representatives from each catagory. Gentlemen" He nodded to the two men sitting behind him.
One was fairly short and had a rather large waist. His feet were the most shocking part about him because if he left them in the same spot for to long they became part of the wood floor, and his oak wand seemed attached to his hand. He cleared his throat as he stood, a sound that resembled like branches swaying in a harsh wind. "Watch carefully, children, and tell me how you see my magic." He walked quietly to the podiom at the front of the room. Markl gave a small gasp as he saw the green and grey swirls of magic gather around the man's chubby being. He looked around to see if anybody else had noticed, but they all were anticipating the grand spell that was sure to some. No one seemed to have seen it. He returned his gaze to the little man, and was surprised to see that the wood under his feet seemed more dull and was slowly but surely becoming more narled and less smooth and polished. Then all the sudden Markl felt a jolt as life coarsed back through the wooden planks. little trees sprout all over and the floor had becoming even more bright than it had been previously.
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sry i have to go. 'till 2morow
 
As the after math of the jolt left his body, Markl felt more alive then ever before. He knew what the man did to the wood. He had felt the bone dryness, and the renewal of life. he had felt and seen the magic that had made it happen. He was surprise that the man had returned to his seat and the Vivimos mage had taken his place.
This mage was similiar to the other in height, but unlike the other stout man he was eerily skinny. He seemed to have no peculiar look other then such so Markl had no idea what he was suppose to be a practitioner of. "I shall show you the true art of magic!" he exclaimed in a raspy voice that sounded like broken glass. He closed his eyes and in the next few seconds nothing happened. then all of the sudden the windows broke, glass flying towards everyone in the room. Girls were screaming and everyone jumped under something to avoid the glass, but then the most peculiar thing happened. Everything stopped, girls were silenced by a whispered word, and the room looked as if fire was everywere. the amberglass from the stained windows refracted the light into millions of dancing fires.
 
the room was alight with millions of amber fires. Markl looked out from under the desk just as the Vivimos mage spoke a single word. it echoed in a language all its own, a combination between the sound of chimming bells and the oceans pounding waves in the distance. as the sound faded, the glass danced its way back to the window frames they belonged to. they fit seemlessly back into place with less imperfections then before.....

sry ill continue later i gtg
 
thanks ^-^ im glad someone actually commented on my story for forever and im not really surprised its you LD :p
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the Vivimos mage walked back to his seat with a smirk slowly taking form on his pallid snake-like face, deliberitly taking all the time in the world. looks like Vivimos mages are quite the arrogant ones. Markl thought as he watched the mans progress. Because he definitly likes taking the dramatic effect to its fullest. The Professor rose from his place and walked to the front of the class. "Thank you, good sirs for the demonstrations." He bowed his head to them and they both vanished. The stout man seemed to become one with the floor and become wood, while the skinny man disappeared in a blaze of fire that coiled around him like a snake. The class shouted in surprise and awe. "And now," said Pr. Tarowski as the class settled down. "Who knows which type they are?" A few threw their hands in the air while others, like Markl, tentatively raised their hands. "Jeni, which type are you?" he asked a girl whose hand was barely raised.
"My mother told me that I was a Vivimos mage. She is and my Father is the best in Vivimos glassmaking." she said rather confidently as she flicked her ever-changing hair over her shoulder.
"Really," the Professor remarked with admiration. "if I'm not mistaken I believe that you also have a specialty with glass." She quickly ducked her head, blushing.
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gtg my bro wants on... ill finish later.
 
"Markl, how about you?" he asked with a raise of his left eyebrow. Markl quickly regretted even tentatively raising his hand.
"W-Well s-s-sir, I believe I am a Ambient mage." he stated the last part with a resolute confidence, returning the teacher's gaze.
"What is your basis for your beliefs?"
"I felt everything the Ambient mage did to the floor. I think I am gifted in plants."
"What is your favorite color, Markl?" he asked in a rather casual, off-topic manner.
"Blue, sir." he answered afraid to tell the teacher to just stay on track.
"you are not a plant mage. You are a rare form of water related mage, more specifically your power comes and is related to life and death, and i suspect that you are also a very powerful telepathic." he said in a matter-of-fact way. "How i deduced such is from the fact that all ambient mages have a strong liking of a color commonly found in their respective powers. I have a rather strong liking for the color grey. Mostly because I am a weather mage specializing in storms." he looked to the ceiling in thought. Markl did know what to say. He thought about what the Professor said for the rest of the lesson, which didn't really matter unless he was interested in what the other students powers were for Professor Tarowski continued to ask others for their thoughts about themselves and their powers. The bells rung and the stampeding of feet in the hall finally brought Markl back to class to hear the Professor say that tommorow they will further discuss the ways that they might know their powers for sure.
 
After classes were over, Markl decided to stop by the library on the way to his dorm to get a few books that might help him understand what Pr. Tarowski had told him. The Librarian, Ms. Dimplekinds nodded to him, said in knowing way, "All water-power related books are one the back shelf in the D section." she looked over her glasses at him and smiled at his shocked face. " Pr. Tarowski gave me a list of all your names and a brief description of your person along with questions that you may have. I took the liberty of finding the most likely places that you might find answers your questions to your complete satisfaction."
"Thanks," Markl said in sincerety as he made his way back.
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my brain is fried laterz y'all
 
Huh, that's kind of cool. Where'd the professor get the thing about being telepathic? Once again, nice additions.

Don't worry about people not reading...back when I used to post whole novels, you wouldn't believe how long it took for people to start reading. You just have to keep on posting and reading other people's stories. They come.

Looking forward to more :)
 
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thanks sp much LD! i always love when you comment and i was quite proud of those additions but ill be away this week so i might not be able to put more up till next year. adios dear reader :p
 
What? I have to wait a whole year?! Don't leeeave me... ;)

Anywho. I do enjoy this story, and I'm be looking forward to more, when you get back :)
 
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