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Bonus Illustration: Wizard Faux Fairy Robes.(1/2)

Fish Kingdom paladin (top), Stone Kingdom apothecary (bottom). Based on canonical side character/peers.

Mixed Media: Tombow felt-tip, 1.0mm black ballpoint, Pentalic: Paper for Pens, Background and colour adjusting in Photoshop.

I’ll post another later: But I have you know this set of four, put me threw adjustment hell. Not only does the Tombow range lack the colours I needed, but scanners are notorious for botching certain tones. On some of them, I had weak hands while inking, and had to clean the line-art. However, I like to think they turned out well.

When digitizing art, the camera dulls. everything on a screen, is lesser then the masterpiece in person.

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It is mentioned within Tales of Ealden Cynedom, that the wizards wear ‘fairy-robes’ when on duty; To provide magical services. A bright shinny flag, indicating their schooling. It's hard to imagine any magic-user, without their traditionally styled, outlandish, ‘uniforms’. What need would one have for practicality, when one could look of magic’s whimsy? If lucky, a studying wizard might find themselves owning an authentic outfit; Resistant to bow, blade, dirt, hex, and spell.

Long ago, wizards had fearfully buried anything linked to mages; The first magic users. But wizardry was made by mages, and idolized them in a way. Even so far as to copy their costumes. As the name would say, but unknown to some wearers, the Fairy King made these indestructible outfits for each mage.

Mages were valuable to the Beast Kings of fey; Bringers of balance between the Day Veil of humanity, and the Shadow Veil of magic. According to her fairy reasoning, carefully made enchanted clothes, was the least she could to do for each darling mage. Anything to protect the ones, who protect her children.

Yet, wizards murdered most of the mages long ago, and unknowingly assimilated the rest. But the Fairy King’s gifts are magic, and do not know time. Fairy-Robes became heirlooms, or lost treasure. But, they still serve the same purpose, no matter the wearer: Someone who loves magic, is protected while doing so.

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Tales of Ealden Cynedom: 24. The Small Apothocary (4/5)

Tale 43:The Small Apothecary (chapter 4 - The Plum Trees 4/5 ) part 8. Stories of Dreams

The next day, Qilin sleep; unable to adjust to the time-zone change. He reluctantly got up, to start his work. Firstly, he asked various people what elixirs they might need. Qilin knew the local doctor required remedies to naga venom, flu symptoms, and bone repair; And others wanted light viles and water clensing; Things the traditional village lacked. So, next it was time to gather. Even if no recipe called for it, Qilin looked for specialties. Some mid-day golden dew, from the ruffled Dok Cahmpa was right there; beaming light the light of dawn. Good for pain, and only found in Doi Veng. These were the yellow flowers he dreamed of. But for the final request, he was comissioned sugar plum jam for sleep.

Qilin walked to the ever blossoming orchard; Various cherry, plum, and orange fruit fey, were planted neatly together; A fluffy arching crown of plush purple and pink. They sweetly whispered above a pool of lucky carp. But the enchanted fish no gave scales of fortune; they rejected every coin. Even the frosted plums forbid Qilin from having a single pome. With a despondent sigh, and empty basket, Qilin realized he needed a witch. For his recipes, the fey had to consent to being picked. Their gifts have different properties if taken without asking. Qilin preferred asking. He considered it violent, to steal pieces of fey.

Having lost, Qilin’s left the orchard in search of Aurum. It was his lucky day; He saw golden silks glow from the corner of his eye. Aurum was riding his familiar off the butte top. Qilin gasped, and ran after him. He had completely forgotten Aurum was showing him the water temple today.

The walk was silent between Qilin and Aurum. Qilin’s thoughts were busied by finally being able to perform traditions from his people. Also, the consuming frustration at current barriers to his craft. Meanwhile, Aurum shuddered at the thought of his neglectful mother being there; He was equally irational in the moment. Ironically, Aurum’s mother came to Doi Veng for the same reason as Qilin. However, money had corrupted her, and she succumb to depression while destroying Doi Veng. She was the very reason they fey acted so cold. For this reason, she now tended the temple and retired from magic.

At the temple, the walls crumbled as nature grew through them. But inside, there was a hall with carved jade walls. There was a set of bells, large gong, and trough of chalk, before a powdery wood floor. Light shone through the gaps of the pillars, and holes above the red beams. Pixies were sleeping about the ledges, that wafted of rose and sandalwood. Their honey would be perfect for making hex incense. Qilin was overwhelmed as he looked above, and walked closer to the chalk.

“How does this work?” Qilin inquired. He bumped into Aurm who was kneeling. Qilin decided to join him. The sound of a steam silently echoed, and Qilin felt himself merge with the moment. His previous thoughts now smothered. His face bright. Then, Aurum’s deep breaths ceased. He had never met someone of the Eastlands, who didn’t know how to give gratitude.

“Well?” Qilin smiled.

“Um, you grab the chalk in your palms, then slam your hands while bowing, and gently interlace your fingers behind your neck. Then reflect on what satisfies your being in that moment,” Aurum said, his head tilted. “Then meditate on the phrase ‘I am greatful for...” He demonstrated. The thud of the bow, and puff of chalk, nearly made Qilin second guess the ritual. He performed it perfectly, powdering white into his black hair. Soon, a singing bowl rang through the room. They sat up as one, in a state of serenity.

“What are you grateful for, Lin?” Aurum grinned. His own father would always ask the same. You can tell a lot about a person from what they appriciate.

“Having the opportunity to live here with my family. You?” Qilin smirked. Aurum stalled, and looked into the brushed bell brass before him.

“To see the colour yellow.” He said calmly. He gently got up, and left to the courtyard. Qilin tip-toes in suit. They sat in the shade of the clensing gingko, growing into the a wall. Crossed legs, well poised, silent, and resting.

The novelty of meditation, wore off quickly for Qilin. His mind wondered back to the rejection of the plums. He fidgeted with the urge to ask Aurum for aid, while unsure if disturbing meditation was allowed. He had meditated little in his life, aside from breathing exercises in school programs. Despite reading the teachings within the poetry of water. Qilin opened his eyes, and turned to Aurum. Tears were streaming down Aurum’s face, as his steady breath trembled. It came from the chest, no matter how hard he tried to use his stomach.

“Why are you crying?” Qilin whispered.

“It does not matter why I am sad. I get sad sometimes, then it goes away. I concentrate only on emptiness.” Aurum sighed, melting into his posture.

“Then how do you process emptiness? How do you let go?”

“Maybe I cry, because I am sad that I have let go. Purhaps right now, it is time to greave.” Aurum said, opening his eyes. His mother was adjacent, and smiling slightly. She wore orchid, with shimmering lotus trim.

“I’m bad at letting go.” Qilin shrugged. “Like, I can’t let go of those stupid sugar plums. This place was supposed to be....perfect.” He petered out. Aurum nodded, having already assumed as much. Aurum’s mother readjusted.

“I’m going now. Those are great thoughts to practice sitting with, Lin. Thoughts that when overcome, make you one with nothingness. Letting go, requires wisdom of what we cannot control. The world will not end because the fey are hesitant, and we feel strongly.” Aurum said, walking away. He seldom took his own medicine, despite his effort. To Qilin, those words made him go red from frustration.

Aurum didn’t fully embrace a single thing he touted most days. He had only been practising for a few years. It can take a lifetime to act on such beliefs. Aurum may need two lifetimes; He had a lot of issues: Feeling incompetent for being coddled, traumatized for being imprisoned, and hard feelings towards his parents for their mistakes. He knew being in the moment would prevent looking back, and alternatively the now is not always pleasant. Like Qilin, Aurum also struggled to sustain his meditation. Aurum radiated a dark presence as he rode back to the village. Like he would block out the sun for anything that dared to near him. That stupid boy was summoning Aurum’s pain with all those questions. Testing his ability to remain present. The flaw of the ways of water, is that human hearts are responsive, thus creating desire and hate. People seek opposites, and fulfillment. They are not like fey. The flow of all things, is inconsistent with humanity’s stubbornness.

Aurum spent three hours coaxing the trees to give up a few plums to help Qilin.

“I don’t believe he is a greedy wizard. He is not from my family. I think he is like our village’s people. He wants simplicity, and your charity, to aid us all. What If I ask you for plums? As your mage who adores you, am I worthy? Am I able to receive your gifts to help the forest?”

“We will trust you for now, mage. But if this boy misuses our gifts, we will gladly have the more mobile fey scare him off.” The orchard threatened. It was so unlike them. Fey catastrophizing? Often, the childlike neutral nature of fey, made them the best teachers of embracing each moment’s wonder and joy. But like people, they know fear and desire. Nothing is immune. Aurum was only able to procure half the ingredients Qilin needed.

“Can you give him more? I want to sleep.” A familiar voice called into the trees. Kugu was feeding rice cakes to the lucky carp, while listlessly humming a lullaby to endear them. She wore her same printed pastel clothes. The trees dropped more flowers and fruit. Aurum’s gaze lingered on Kugu’s forlorn face. He snapped out of it when she thanked them.

Aurum walked over to crouch next to Kugu; The garden was empty in the afternoon. All they heard was birds and fey whipers.

“Thanks.” Aurum smiled.

“I just want a regular sleep cycle.”

“No, I mean for going outside so we can smile with you. You even helped Qilin,” Aurum said, looking at his reflection in the pool. “Honestly I’m sick of only seeing you stare at the wall, each time I sneak in to rid the goblins from your yard.”

“I don’t need pity.” Kugu scoffed.

“Maybe you need tea? I’ve heard good things about tea. I’d love to make some for you some time.” Aurum tensed. Kugu laughed a little. The carp gave them scales.

“Maybe after you give that apothecary his ingredients, and my father overcomes his worry. He should go to the temple too,” Kugu growled. “I like to think it’s working for me. I hope magic can cure me. I should’ve never studied in the city.”

“Should is a toxic word. Like always and never. Best advice my nanny ever gave me.” Aurum said, examining the orange scales. He got up to leave, and waved goodbye. Kugu tried to smile back. Even lost in his glow, she couldn’t do it quite yet.

Qilin nearly feinted at the basket of goods; He could start brewing this very night. There was an encouraging note from his mother. Qilin read it while setting up. The plum jam needed to be brewed under a full moon, all night; Qilin would need to multitask to stay awake. As the sun set, he got to work cutting and grinding. Sugar plum, frosted orange peel, and starlit sugar cane. He had brewing flasks, vials of every material, and all the tools and stoves he needed; Including a pot to make smoked fish rice, as he missed dinner.

After a night’s work, the jam had turned white. To test, he put a spoonful on a plate; It froze the entire table. The plums hadn’t fully consented to sharing their gifts. The elixir could be used in small does to cool food or make ice, so it wasn’t a full loss. But Qilin was deeply disappointed. Not only did he fail brewing for the first time in a year, but the fey didn’t like him. As dawn came, Qilin staggered back to the temple, and feel asleep while meditating until midday; When he could make the golden dew. He was given a singing bowl for the very task. If had a fierly lusture from the dragon forged bell brass. However, Qilin’s confidence was shattered. He lost his posture. Having awoken, his breathing was uneven, but still deep. Like a gasping fish.

“Why are you crying?” Kugu asked. Silence.

“Well, I cry for failing to get a degree, and believing for a moment such things mattered when places like this exist.” She continued. Qilin looked up to see her undone hair and calm face. She wore a silver satin sabok skirt, that glimmered like the moon. She looked nice today. Their eyes met. Qilin’s tears soaked his dirty emerald wrapped pants and sash; He wore only the pants of his dirty wizarding robes.

“You don’t have to share.” Kugu shrugged.

“I cry, because today my mind reminds me I can fail.” Qilin admitted.

“The plums hate everyone. You’re not special,” Kugu snorted. “Well, they like me I guess; Enough to give the other half of your ingredients when I requested your potion.”

“Thanks. Now tell me your secrets. The fey here are resistant to friendship.” Qilin grined.

“I would have ascended to the next spiritual plane, if I knew the ways of fey.” Kugu rolled her eyes.

“Well, me and Aurum know the ways of fey, and I assure you we’re both currently incompetent.”

“He offered to let me watch him burn himself on a stove; To make tea to warm me. Something about it having special properties.”

“Probably something my mom said.”

“I think I said yes, even though I have trouble bonding with people. But with that workaholic, whose smile and misguided mind; He makes me weak. It feels like he’s always there for me. But I can’t get myself to-”

“bonding and getting attention? Just crawl into his window uninvited! I got a week’s detention for that, and I wasn’t even the one naked. The guy didn’t return my textbook, and I had a test the next day. You’ll never forget a moment like that. That’s the secret to bonding with someone.” Quilin suggested. Kugu finally managed a smile.

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Qilin in his fairy robes, and new lab.

Tale 43: The Small Apothecary (chapter 3 - The Fair Lady 3/5 ) part 8. Stories of Dreams

When the school year ended, Qilin came home with his magic license; A full fledged wizard. There was no ceremony, as students who graduated with enough credits for a license, were given their’s directly from the Principal. Qilin cried when he held it. The stiff paper, handwritten and foiled; enchanted with a spell so it may never wither. Qilin’s only regret, was that he didn’t ask the potion’s master for her recipes.

After an exhausting trip home, Qilin walked up to the apartment building with a saigh. Neighbours yelling, a fire alarm, overgrown grass; There’s no place like home. Quilin couldn’t wait to show his license to his mother. If it weren’t for her, he’d never know his dreams. But before he hit the buzzer, another occupant threw an empty soda can at him.

“Your mom left. Looks like all four parents want to stay away from you!” The kid yelled. Qilin pressed the buzzer without acknowledging their existence. The land lord came up quickly.

“Lin, I’m sorry. They left,” He said, cracking the screen door. “But your mother told me to give this to you.” He handing over an envelope. Qilin took it, feeling suddenly weak.

“Thanks.” He responded despondently. The man stood there a minute. He nodded and lingered. Qilin blankly stared at land lord.

“You want me to open it now, because you’re curious what’s inside, aren’t you?” Qilin sighed. The land lord twitched, and gesticulated through the stages of grief.

Qilin went on a boat, then a train, another train, followed by another boat, and one last train to Doi Veng. His mother had left him all the tickets he needed; Even some money for food. She had planned it all. Qilin could barely contain his excitement. Along the way, every person next to him, seat or booth, got to hear his rambling praise of his mother and Doi Veng. Qilin was off to be an Apothecary surrounded by the childlike wonders of this world. His dream completed with his mother and a heroic mage.

Miles of tall chipping red walls, protected Doi Veng; They were intimidating to any who neared them. They stood seven-stories, resistant to time and natures wrath. The very top hosed slanted roves, of black liquored arched tile. The many ornate layers of the massive black entrance, had wavy spires on the eaves; fluid designs, similar to a candle’s flame. The door was as immeasurable as the walls. Before Qilin even knocked, the beast unlatched, and silently opened. Magic never ceased to take his breath.

“You’re the new kid, right?” A young woman groaned. She stood slouching, on the other side of the wall; Wearing plain pants, and a traditional chest wrap. She waved for him to follow, as the door closed behind them. She was paler than the sky, and had an unwelcoming aura, unlike many of the Eastland people. Her lustrous brown hair was done up so intricately, with ornate pins, that only a loved one could have done it for her. She had the step of a wandering goat, and posture of a wet box. Qilin asked for her name, and if she was well; But, she just pointed to the temple. It was of equal disarray and grandeur. The temple stood mostly intact, surrounded by the rice fields; Oranges and incense in tipped bowls, strewn about the eroded stone steps. Trees and vines grew out of, and threw, it’s arches. People wrapped in metal and saffron silks, sat perched like golden hens. Qilin clutched his poetry. He could hardly wait to go there, after hugging his mother.

The sights enthralled Qilin further, as the young lady led him up the butte’s ochre strata. Carpenter nymphs, jade lions, and three-legged crows, perched along the path. Stripes of verdant rice fields were visible below, as they ascended into shimmering blue skies. across the tropical marshy yonder farms, the steaming mist of the tropical air loomed. They crossed several red bridges over soothing falls, that shone bright against the grooves. However, the scrambles made Qilin to wish he hadn’t skipped gym in school.

Qilin got lost in the labyrinth walk, that formed the streets of the village. He kept smiling hello at everyone, and greeted the fey. There were springs for bathing, sights to see, and orchards of blushing legendary fruit trees. The trickle of water, and sound of birds. Scent of burning incense and wet rock. It was dinner, by the time he stopped at an open door; His mother patiently waiting for him.

“My boy! Come here!” She smiled, hugging Qilin. There embrace and breath lasted just long enough. However, when Qilin saw his siblings, they looked angered. Qilin tentatively crawled up and into the house. He showed off his license, and new brewing equipment; He had just seen the perfect place to set up shop; A shack by the orchards. No one but his mother seemed interested.

“Enough about me then; How about you?” Qilin asked his brothers.

“We got jobs instantly. There’s a nice sorceress on the flats I fancy. I bring her the sweets I bake when she goes to the bathing house.” His middle brother said. Qilin nodded.

“Mother, when will he be here?” The eldest brother asked.

“That’s not being very present; Did you not prepare for this sanctuary?” Qilin scoffed. “Wait. He?”

“Aurum is most kindly! He offered to bring us his special-order noodles.”

“That’s nice of him. Wait, the mage!? You mean I get to meet Aurum?!” Qilin gasped. “That’s so nice that he offers food to people, even though that’s not a Witch’s prerogative.”

“No, dear. He can’t cook. Every other evening he brings us food the lady he likes won’t accept. But yes, he is otherwise charitable with honest.”

“Ah. Well, I learned the hard way, that it’s not good to pursue someone that aggressively. He must not be one for accepting things... Who is this girl? This place is small; do we know her?” Qilin said. Still fresh from school, he was not above the gossiping.

“No. We’ve yet to see Kugu. Actually, I’m uncertain if he’s seen her either. Her father is pulling that poor boy’s leg too,” His mother sighed. “But speaking of boys, I haven’t seen a single queer fellow your age here. Given you came alone, I assume you didn’t find love.”

“I don’t feel like I have to.” Qilin affirmed, with youth within him. Aurum was at the door the whole time, with the tins of curry and broken rice; Just as predicted.

“I genuinely bought these for you this time! I sensed Qilin enter the gate.” Aurum said. His soft golden gaze looked right through Qilin. A that is as vacant as he is soothing.

Over the meal, Qilin asked Aurum to take him to the temple; Which he enthusiastically agreed. However, Aurum avoided each question about his fame and family. Qilin received a map from his mom, and he made a list of ingredients. It was time to settle into his new job. What is an apothecary, without a well stocked inventory. Since Aurum was incompetent at preparing anything, Qilin found his services in higher demand then he thought. He began to wonder why his mother told him things might be to good to be true.

After breakfast Aurum decided to visit Qilin again, to make sure the boy was not going to be a bigoted wizard. He brought jade and bronze tools, that were made by an ancient mage of Doi Veng; They did the opposite of what they should. The gong absorbing noise, a singing bowl causing anxiety, and a blade that repaired anything. Wonders that symbolized of the water’s way. Purified prizes of Doi Veng’s very being. Surely a kind wizard, would marvel at such things. However, Qilin’s awe was breif; He had a shop to set up. But the jade collection reminded him of the temple, and thus the odd lady who led him here. Qilin stopped Aurum before he could leave. If Aurum was a witch, that meant he must know everyone here, magic or mundane.

“Who was that girl in simple clothes? She had auburn hair, done up with garnet and silver pins. Any time I asked her something, she pointed to the temple.” Qilin inquired. Aurum inhaled, as his face lit up:

“You saw her! You saw Kugu!” Aurum exclaimed. “I was so worried. I spent the past two day’s looking for her, on behalf of her mother. Kugu had bribed the fey to stay quiet. Thank you, Lin.” Aurum beamed like the rays of dawn.

“For a place so set on the becoming one with serenity, everyone sure seems over the top...” Qilin murmured. Aurum shrunk. He thought he was making progress in calming his mind. First it was anger at his family, and now it was a girl. He went grey.

“Qilin, that’s a bit out of touch. Aurum, don’t take that so hard; It can take a lifetime to accept all things,” Qilin’s mother said, staring down her son. “By the way, Aurum, I was told you hadn’t seen or met Kugu...”

“Her father must have told everyone that. That’s an odd rumour to believe, given i visit everyone who comes here. Not to mention, one doesn’t just fall for someone they’ve never met.” Aurum laughed, hopping out the door.

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The wall Scroll of Doi Veng; hours of Thai art and a scanner's inability to digitize red and blue.

Tale 43:The Small Apothecary (chapter 1 - The Wall Scroll 1/5 ) part 8. Stories of Dreams

Qilin Celestine was on a cushion, at the low dining table, eating reconstituted soup from the food bank. The white lights of the apartment flickered, emphasizing the sloppy white paint, and the decaying infrastructure. The light scent of drywall, and cooking, lingered. He stared into a painting of a Naga. Teal, red, and gold-leaf; Dapicted with unicorn, with vibrant simpor and Ratchaphreuk. This single scroll, was the only colourful thing in their unit. While he was lost in it’s beauty, Qulin’s brothers started fighting again, and his mother was soothing the toddler. Qinin gazed deeper into the scroll.

All four of the children had different fathers. The last ‘dad’, left to ‘work’ abroad eighteen-months ago. Qilin felt unwanted, in spire of his mother’s love. It left him wanting to escape somewhere truly enchanted. Somewhere with colour and whimsy. The painting was the most magical thing in the room, and thus a glimmer of escape. It was something that connected Qilin to his heritage; He knew little of the Eastlands, having been born in the Grand West. Sometimes, his mother would tell them stories from that distant land, and give proverbs from the Philosophy of Water. But it wasn’t enough; Qilin hated his cramped home: His mother sweet and desperate, no paternal figures, and his brothers beat him up after school for not doing chores.

On that day, when he was dazzled by the scroll, something in Qinin snapped.

“I want to be a wizard.” He said abruptly, in the middle of his bickering family. There was anger in his assertion. He got no response. Qilin simply slumped, and hopelessly attempted to get the bits from the soup with his chopsticks; Longing for the resurrection of their rice-cooker. and chili oil. Qilin sighed, as he left the table. In the next room, he unrolled his sleeping duvet, in their shared bedroom, and retired early. As the house quieted, Qilin heard his mother gather her things for a night shift. When the door creaked open, Qilin pretended to sleep. Then his mother knelt to his back, and kissed his cheek.

“I filled out an application for the International and Troubled Youth Academy. It’s across the isle. The only thing missing, is the field of wizardry you want to work in.” She whispered.

“We don’t have the money mom. Even if one of my three dads is paying child-support.”

“It’s a public-school, Lin. They can help you. Maybe you can meet someone to love, or find a friend from the Eastlands. There’s boarding, and you need space to grow. Even I will rest well knowing you’re taken care of and heading toward happiness.”

“Fine. Apothecary, maybe? I like flowers. Yellow ones.” Qilin sighed. Before she left, he rolled over to give her a soft hug goodnight. He drifted off in comfort. She was the thing in his was most grateful for.

Qilin arrived on campus alone, with a book of water philosophy poetry, a wand, and freedom from his low-income abode. He got excellent grades the first month. The second month he got detention for coming onto another gay student, and snapping back at a teacher. His sentence was helping fey professor Hara water the floral fey in the conservatory. Perverts the lot of them. Made Qilin smile; They understood him. It was as if each day, magic brought him joy in new ways. He felt being an Apothecary was the perfect choice.

“Master Fyrstan, the magic of Tree Kingdom’s gifts very, depending on if I ask or not; Is this garden where all the potion ingredients come from?” Qilin asked.

“No. Alas, we have to source from other nations. All schools do that. The Tree King shares her generous children with all; Normally by placing her said children, in the strangest and most random locations.” Hara shrugged.

“Professor, have you ever seen a Ruffled Dok Champa? Or Winter Blood Ceros? They make powerful S-Rank healing potions; I’ve always wanted to talk to one. Do you think I’ll ever be a good enough Apothecary to do so? What if they don’t like me, for asking for their gifts?”

“Don’t worry about that; They love to give. As for your enchanted flowers, I’ve never seen the first sort; They’re exclusive to Doi Veng Butte in the Eastlands. A self-sustaining magic forest I read. Nothing leaves that heritage site. It’s Grand Snow, but with less publicity.” Hara said. He was enthralled to have an engaged student,

“Regardless, you’re only in first year. Thing’s like that, are dreams awaiting you post graduation. And I bet you’ll make a fine Apothecary yet, Qilin. Fine enough to graduate right into the feild.” He smiled. Qilin took that as a challenge. It made him giddy to hear. As Qilin tried alchemizing water for the fey, he held onto Hara’s insight on his favourite healing flowers. Doi Veng was the grandest Magic Forest of The Eastlands. Of the kingdom of Vieticia. Hara done his duty as a teacher. Qilin was even more inspired; More desperately desiring the Golden Butte’s haven. Somewhere away from his home-life, and a place to belong to. The scroll could become reality.

In third year, Qilin’s pursuit of the adorable Far South boy, Rah, was abruptly halted. Not just because his flirting had resulted in punishment; Rah had became spoken for, by the Fish Kingdom. When she called, Qilin’s mother berated him about harassing people; She seldom got mad, and she was frustrated by his lack of character growth. It made Qilin sink. He was so far from her. Maybe he liked the idea of having a boyfriend, to just have someone to love him. Perhaps, it was the human need for attention, given his childhood. Qilin was left meditating in his dorm-room, with the unrelenting feeling of shame and loneliness.

By the next year, Qilin’s hard work made him the school’s top Apothecary student; Nearly S-rank in mid year. The prestige of an Apothecary, was indicated by the letter-rank of the potions they’d perfected: A to Z, where Z was the most complex and forbidden brews. Hours of fascinating books, and obsession with novel ingredients the professors gave him. Qilin’s competitive spirit thrived. This was better then his heart imagined. He ceased each chance, and persisted until he achieved perfection. Qilin let go of the idea of romance, and wed his studies.

Yet, being alone weighed on him. Qilin tuned into the Eastland station, on the radio, as a distraction, while he concocted advanced potions; for extra credit, or detention if the recipe was dangerous. Good or bad, all results fed his addiction to attention.

Like the scroll, that radio was all Qilin had for his culture. Even though his mother assumed an international school would have Eastlanders, Qilin turned out to be the only one. It seemed, there were peers from everywhere else. The scroll and a radio continued to be his only connection to the tropical far-off land; A place known for spicy food and mythical golden flowers. His mother and siblings always talked Modern Vietician at home, so he was the only one who understood the news and music. It became company enough. He was unable to make friends as school progressed. It truth, it made him aggressive, and his academic achievements made other students envy him.

When Qilin went home that year, the potions professor let him take the lab radio. He listened to it at home. As the high of an exciting school life wore off, Qilin found himself crying silently in the night. Being surrounded by supportive people at school, and a better quality of life, made him comprehend the extent of his poor hand in life.

The apartment was hot over the summer, and Qilin’s brothers were off working now. However, he couldn’t work in the summer, as Qilin had to babysit his little sister. But his mother was home a little more, to share time with him. She had a better position at work, and missed him over the semesters. But still, he could hear her shame for being unable to provide, in the quiver of her voice. Qilin sat on his cushion, eating instant noodles while drifting into the scroll again. After studying magic, he could finally recognize it; It was of Doi Veng.

Right before the next school year, there was news that Doi Veng had a mage. Qilin had met some mages in school. They were to nice for all the rumours of their dark powers to be true. Hara for one, seemed to glow of magic’s joviality. Qilin realized they were simply talented obsessed nerds. Like him. So when hearing he may work with one in the future, Qilin jumped over the low table to turn of the dial. He was in his pajamas, on all fours. Whitestead had ravished the legendary butte’s wonders, and their son, Aurum, found out he was a mage in a presentation. He was imprisoned, which is odd, as laws were loose in a nation of non-judgmental egalitarian culture. According to the news, Doi Veng’s community finally had an opinion; They protested successfully for Aurum’s freedom, and elected him as their Witch. Qilin gasped at the strength it must have taken, to stand up against such powerful wizards; Surviving persecution, and work to the bone to be a beloved sweet community mage.

“That mom! I want to be like that! I want to be in a community of magic users, atop the golden meditation labyrinths of Doi Veng! Strength and serenity among people like me! Flowing with the philosiphy of the water’s way” Qilin cheered. For once, no silence. His mother nudged the bowl of yesterdays rice at his arm.

“I warn against looking too far into your future, and being so invested in your aspirations. And assigning thoughts to people and places you’ve never known? Things may not be as perfect as you think. Now eat before you miss the boat across the isle. You have another year of school left.” His mother said calmly.

Qilin got stitches running to the marina. He felt his sweat. Fear instilled, not two years before graduation. What if it’s not what I imagined? Moving won’t fix my family, nor me. Qilin pondered. Deeply breathing the salty air, reflecting on his work and wayward soul: What if I’m not accepted as a local Apothecary, when they have a mage? And will the temple take me, and road be rough, because my stubborn obsession and thirst for love, made me stray to far to one side?

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Tales of Ealdan Cynedom: 32. The Lost Journals (3/6)

32. The Lost Journals (chapter 3 - Front of The Class 3/6 ) part 8. Stories of Dreams.

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Instead of examining the accumulated records of The Far North’s history, Morgan was rushing to organize lectures.  He was surrounded by timelines, and unsure how to incorporate magery and magic houses, into the biased textbook material of wizards. Ragnar’s notes were like crop circles; And written in Ealden Danian. Morgan bounced Cadence on his knee while he typed up a syllabus. He struggled to make the junior class lectures most, as he thought there was so much interesting information. Like all Seers, he was bursting with endless rants about niche topics. Morgan took so long to finalize the semester’s outline, he fell asleep at his desk, with Cadence on his chest. Emilia gave them a blanket and quietly tidied the workspace.

Over summer, Morgan had forgotten about class sizes. Not many people became wizards, so even with an international program, the academy had small classes; Often mixed years. There was less an order to the curriculum, so much as a ‘please take all of these eventually,’ for each magical field of study. Morgan would predominantly be teaching Seers and Witches in upper years, but this semester would be junior introductions.

On the first day of class, Morgan walked in, put his papers on the desk, and neatly adjusted them. He perched Icarus on a familiar stand, and took a deep breadth as he faced his students. The chalk boards behind him, brought out his fearful green eyes. Twenty youths from years one to six, sat idly and drooping as they wished to be anywhere else. This was a mandatory class. Morgan feared their disinterest would hinder any chance he had at teaching. But first, Morgan had to say hello. And when he did, only air came out. He sat down, fearing he’d feint. After a few moments, one of his peers from last year put up his hand.

“Master Cynedom, are you going to enlighten us, or have you gone mute again?” They taunted. Morgan blinked as a few giggles sounded from the back. Morgan looked at his stack of papers; Outlines. He started handing them out. His breath hurried, as he wrote his name on the board. He didn’t like being called by his house name. Morgan’s face felt tight, like he was going to cry.

“Houses first! I want to know why there’s fifty of them, corresponding to geographic areas, and have associated magic animals! I’m in house Stagrope.” An Eastland first year rambled. Someone threw a ball of paper at her. Most people in wizarding houses liked to think they already knew such things.

“That’s a flag Raijin; Two more and you’ll go to the office. We don’t permit bullying. As someone whose received such harassment, I take it seriously.” Morgan spoke softly. The boy sat in his seat, as Morgan marked a red check next to his name on the attendance sheet. Morgan paused. He had been pushed into lockers, silenced, and kept quiet his whole life. Teachers never did anything. But now, he could do somehting.

“Take out your books, we are actually starting with houses.” Morgan barely uttered. Icarus had to remind him to speak louder for the back. He then repeated this ritual for the next block, and had to cry in the bathroom during lunch. Questioning and embarrassed about every action. Morgan finished his last class, opened the library for office hours, and spent his research period putting away books.

After mourning classes, Morgan got a lunch break, and office hours in the library; And, at the end of the day, an hour to do research. But tending the books, and helping students, took more time and energy then anticipated. Thus, laving little time for actual research. Morgan put away textbooks with a sigh. As predicted, Edmond’s journals would sit in their case, pointlessly waiting for Morgan all day, like a carrot on a stick.

Morgan came home defeated. His mundanely betrothed wife Delphia was there to congratulate him. She had become a good friend, but Morgan dodged her embrace. He did the same to Emilia. Morgan went upstairs, and curled up under his blanket. When he’d stopped sobbing, a gentle hand rubbed his shoulder; It was nice to finally be comfortable with people touching him. Morgan was a cuddler on the inside.

“Cadence is playing with Delphia. We’re sorry for jumping at you; We wanted to know how work went. I’m assuming it was rough, given that you’re a blanket burrito right now. But hey, I have a winter tour I’m practicing for; Want to see some tricks? I know my slight of hand makes you smile.” Emilia said, laying next to him. Morgan shook his head inside the duvet. For once, Morgan had no interest in magic as a distraction.

“It was that bad?! Did you at least get to start on those journals?” Emilia continued. Morgan had completely forgotten, and groaned. His anger quickly transformed into regret. He rifled through his mind to find a positive. Morgan pulled a hand out from the covers to hold Emilia’s.

“No. But, there was a cute new girl, who seemed engaged. They threw paper at her.” He whispered. “I can relate.”

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Dominique Klopirl, in fairy robes; You have o be hard as nails to run a magic special needs school.

32. The Lost Journals (chapter 2 - It’s an Opportunity 2/6 ) part 8. Stories of Dreams.

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Now that school was over, Morgan had time for his next stage of his life. Morgan had always wanted daughters, and Cadence had just turned a year old. Her giggle never got old, and she had his peridot eyes, and her mother’s platinum hair. Morgan was tall now, and struggled to finger walk her. It was nice to spend time with his True Love Emilia, and dive into the family he started too early. Morgan was prophesized to have his next child in a year’s time, but right now, he was satisfied with a new magic license, Emilia, and Cadence.

Morgan had dreamt of being a magic user, far before he even knew he was a mage. He just learned Ealden Anglian from his father’s records, and read some old journals. Journals that taught him magery, and how to restore old things; Like more mage journals. Morgan had developed and obsession with magic’s history. His father would never beat that sparkle in his eyes, after each romantic tale of old. To have overcome his trauma, and hold that magic license, was the fruit of his labour. Another beloved piece of his Happily Ever After. He couldn’t wait to use it.

Morgan had graduate with so many credits, he was one of a handful of magic students to start work without a two-year apprenticeship. Apprenticeships were used to get youngsters acquainted with their field of magic, and time to mature into adults. By his birthday, on the Autumnal equinox, Morgan would be an adult able to work; And he didn’t have to send a single resume. Unbenounced to him, Morgan’s career was awaiting him. When the leaves changed, and apples picked, Morgan got a call from the principal of the local academy.

“Hello Morgan; Or should I say Master Cynedom? Your Highness maybe?” She buttered.

“Dominique, the monarchy was dissolved. Hundreds of years ago. It’s only constitutional.” Morgan said quietly. His voice coaching helped him become barely audible. “Why are you calling? I graduated six-months ago; I’m on a sabbatical for family reasons, I think?”

“I have a job offer! Our large library needs a record keeper; And you’re a qualified Seer of History now! I even have a special job for you, that includes delicate and rare magical artifacts.” She bribed. Morgan made and inaudible gasp, as he adjusted Cadence in his arms.

“Did I get approved to restore international records?! Whose?” Morgan asked.

“Edmond Monabellan; They found the hidden journals a month ago. Sunaeth recommended you!”

“Really?! When do I start!” Morgan said, unable to resist returning to his favourite hobby: Turning lost degraded wonders, into brand new tools of education. Morgan was to start with the school year, when the journals arrived.

“What was that?” Emilia asked, kissing Morgan and Cadence on the cheek.

“I got a job at the academy!” Morgan chimed. Emilia’s face darkened. She turned to his familiar Icarus for an explanation. The golden eagle shrugged.

“Are you sure you want to be a Seer at your alumni school? Between our family and your health, there’s no need to move so fast. What if it’s more then you chew right now?” Emilia asked nervously. Morgan was too excited to even mind the thought.

Now on a quest, Morgan showed up in full fairy robes. The layers of nav that is embroidered with golden wings; From pointed hat to riding boots. He jingled a little as he walked. Icarus perched on his shoulder, as Morgan confidently reported to the main office. Dominique was waiting. Glistening in pink chiffons and pearls, with finger waved golden hair. She led him to the library, which was larger than he remembered; A space spell was used to help it fit more books, while not taking up space in the school.

As a repurposed fort, the library was a hall was made of Pepperidge’s black and ghost veined marble. Unlike the school’s ebony and green stained wooden fixtures, the library’s desks and shelves shone of chestnut roans. Morgan had read almost every book in it. He could smell the print date by flipping the pages. Dominique led Morgan to the back research room. Air controlled by wind and temperature hex. On a clean table next to his restoration waxes, elixirs, and tools, was a stack sealskin bound books, that were likely once purple. Morgan began to jitter and get pale from excitement.

“Not too fast Master; Your prone to swooning.” Icarus said, feeling Morgan’s light head.

“But there’s more!” Dominique smiled, summoning a seat for Morgan. “History professor Ragnar Goldenscale, retired back to his post at Grand Snow.”

“Oh, good. He loves that job.” Morgan said absently, staring into the artifacts.

“That means your official position, while doing research, is to be our new magic history professor!”

Morgan went rigid. “But the students will be my lower-classmates from last year. I, I, I don’t like the sound of that. I’ll have to stand in front of people. I prefer fey and books over people. People are scary. Teenagers are Scary.” Morgan rambled. “What if I go mute again? What if-”

“Seers observe, record, and share, knowledge of the enchanted. You’re a Seer, yes? You won’t rebuild the reputation of mages by hiding in those stacks; You need to both observe, and share.” Dominique encouraged. That sounded like a threat. Morgan’s exhaled and nodded; Then promptly met the tile.

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Sunaeth, in her wolf princess fairy robes. You’re not hallucinating, the original post is here.

32. The Lost Journals (chapter 1 - Opal Mountain 1/6 ) part 8. Stories of Dreams.

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Sunaeth went to the Howling Peaks after graduation. Her father was the previous Wolf King, but now her big brother Eobreth held that title. Her Mother was now a widowed mage, guarding the mystic tundra of North Moon. But Sunaeth and her twin little siblings, still remembered being half magic. For Sunaeth was fey once. A princess. But mostly a wolf. When her father was murdered, she became a full human mage like her mother. Yet, Sunaeth couldn’t let go of being a white wolf. Eventually, she accepted fate, and decided to take her wise mother’s advice; All mages need an enchanted thicket to balance. Sunaeth arrived in the Howling Peak reserve, in the Far North, by train.

The fey and nature reserve, was a tourist town, and was full of fey atop it’s glaciered mountains. Here, beneath the dancing lights, were wonders seen nowhere else. Sunaeth was eagerly greeted at the wizardry office; They needed a Seer scouting the mountain for fey poachers. The paladins were having trouble catching them. There was a lot of hunting in the area, and every part of the animal was traditionally used; But the fey were sentient, and off limits. Sunaeth was shown the trails, but her Wolf Kingdom heritage made her senses keen enough to learn the landscape quickly. As the sun barely set, an ominous single mountain glimmered.

“That’s the opal mountain; It is said that long ago, an exploring mage had transmuted it into crystal. Thus, it contains the moon and stars. It is said the gate that allows magic to live, lies within. Mother said if a wolf-mage howled light before it, under the moon, it may crystalize and reveal it’s treasures.” The paladin pointed.

“We don’t talk about magery. Old magic is too powerful. Besides, such tales are invented for children.” The Sorcerer scoffed.

“Well, I’m a mage; As are my twin siblings Aowreth and Bexfineth. Yet, you’ve hired me.” Sunaeth laughed, heading down the trail. Her white robes made he blend into the wet snow. The two wizards looked at each other nervously.

“I mean, it’s forbidden for wizards. Yes. It’s ok for you Sister Wolf.” The sorcerer panicked. Sunaeth giggled: Sister Wolf? And I thought going by my fey name was silly. As night came, the group stood at the face of the mountain’s Northern wall. Snow gently floating about the rocks.

“So, you’re telling me, if I charm a song of nigh at this sucker, the frequency will cause the mountain to turn into crystal? And there’ll be loot in there?” Sunaeth grinned at her companions. They shrank. Having little cares, Sunaeth filled her chest with air, and held her hands to her mouth. With the feeling of witnessing the infinite stars, she howled with the echo of glass, and gravity of thunder. A gentle rumble caused some snow to fall off a branch. With a shrug, Sunaeth turned back to the cowering wizards, to show nothing happened.

“Cower at the results of my epic magery!” she said, rolling her eyes. The Paladin pointed.

“Are those books?” She gasped, running over to press her face against the labradorite wall. Sunaeth turned to see the mountain glow of selenite, diamond, flint, feldspar, and opal. She covered her mouth, fearing what her mother would do if she heard about this. It made the white fur of her beaded fairy robes stand up. Looking over the Sorcerer’s shoulder, Sunaeth saw stacks of books, and a glowing gate behind the crystal. The plum seal bound biographies, had runes of gold on them. A cliff up, was a carved door, with ice totem poles marking it.

“Does this imply the mythic treasure was just paragraphs of wingdings?” The Sorcerer mused.

“You studied abroad Sister Wolf; Do you know what type of books those are?” The Paladin asked excitedly.

“Yeah. Um, there Mage journals by the runes. The King Mage graduated, and studies them obsessively. Morgan is a  aster restorer and translator. He’s family to my big brother, but just another classmate to me.”

“Can you read the name on their spines?”

“One second,” Sunaeth said crouching. The crystal was remarkably clear. “Edmond and Luthid Monabellan. Huh. Feel like I’ve heard those names before.” She concluded.

“The Wolf Prince of The North? The Mage who gave up magic to be our last king?! Those are historical artifacts! We must save them immediately! Maybe that fellow you mentioned can help?” The Sorcerer cooed. Then a deep grumble came from the air; Sunaeth glared at them like a dog eager to bite. The urge to shred the books burned within her. Edmond had given up magic for a good reason; Mages aren’t meant for war. The legendary prince had once forced her older brother, Eobreth, to taste blood against his will. That man, though housed by her father, was no legendary hero. Sunaeth would gladly send those books anywhere but her doorstep.

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Appendix Navigation

If you hate scrolling, here’s some quick links! I love a master document.

Reading

Table of Contents

Reading Order Slow Chart

Synopsis

maps

Current Map

Map (1st edition)

Naming Places

Glosserys

Characters

1st Edition Glossary

In depth

Table of Fours

Magic Houses

Beast Kings

Currency

Illustrations

why the drawings?

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Bonus Illustration: Wizard Faux Fairy Robes.(2/2)

Raven Kingdom Seer (top), Dragon Kingdom Paladin (bottom). Based on canonical side character/peers.

Mixed Media: Tombow felt-tip, 1.0mm black ballpoint, Pentalic: Paper for Pens, Background and colour adjusting in Photoshop.

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APENDIX: Map of Ealden Cynedom V.2

I have been an avid map-drawer for some time; Due in part to being a concept artist. For all my story worlds, I have in-depth maps.

However, ToEC, has one of the simplest maps to date.

Compare to OG map of Ealden Cynedom

Compare to the current map of Molamola

Often, my story maps can go through eight upgrades until finalized; and focus on what is most relevant to the stories and world-building. As ToEC has little focus on anything other then trains and magic forests, the map is but a request and homage to the fantasy genre; which is the purpose of the collection.

I decided to upgrade the map to resolve the following:

Increase a feeling of scale

Include more climate zones

make nations proportional

Clearer labeling of nations an relevent places

adjustment of train lines

emphasis on magic forest locations

What is missing:

water-ways

provinces

continental shelves

Shadow-Veil overlay

demographics & population

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The Wall of Doi Vaang

26. Fall ye’ House White Stead (chapter 1 - Wall of Fortune 1/4) part 7. Stories of Magic Forests

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           Cassandra Whitestead had exceptionally big plans for her future. She wanted to reclaim the magic forest her family came from; Thus, completing the Whitestead magic international family enterprise. For house Whitestead, was the richest and most corrupt of all magic families. Cassandra deeply wanted to see the Eastlands, where stag magic houses originate; But inside, she was just another child groomed to take over the family business. Half Grand West, and Half Eastland, Cassandra looked an odd mix of the two. She had the Eastland features, but the green eyes and sunny hair of the West. Her stag kingdom faux fairy robes, made her look more like a deep pink wizard, then a classy business woman. Looks aren’t everything, however. Cassandra was educated, in her prime, and ready to explore. She was ready to get a piece of the Whitestead pie, in the place it all began.

           The Whitestead family got its wealth, by setting up shop in an area with no magic people, and many fey. Then, they filled the wizardry jobs with their own family members; Monopolizing, and overcharging, for removing magic disturbances. Like a mafia, each detail from who and how a job was performed, was planned. Whitestead was so airtight, no land could prove that they were extorting the magic fears of common folks. When people are vulnerable, they will pay anything to fix a problem; And Whitestead was always conveniently there. The issue was Whitestead’s ethically dubious profit margin, and its abuse, and destruction, of magic itself. Cassandra was another fool, drinking the family poison. She had no clue, her family magic enterprise was problematic. Cassandra was a rich girl, oblivious to the trials within in a magic forest, that hasn’t seen a wizard, or a Whitestead, in three generations.

           Doi Vaang, Is the magic forest of the Stag Gate. However, the Stag Gate has been closed for a few hundred years; Leaving behind the ancient architecture, fey and people. It was surrounded by a tall wall, with a large gate on the east face; Walking distance from a small train station. The wall was old, red, and had curved eaves with ornate spires at the tips. Yet inside the intimidating walls, was a self-sustaining population; Living peaceful traditional lives alongside magic.

The humid green air, filled Cassandra with passion; it was the air of her ancestors. But she was so far removed from her heritage, that when she entered, she stood out. There were no wizards, nor fair hair and eyes. Her Anglian accent peeked through her Modern Vietcian. Cassandra was expecting a grand city, of ancient south east Asian architecture, and instead was slightly disappointed to see a golden butte at the far edge of endless rice patties, five farm steads, and an ancient temple of water and gratitude. This place was so anticlimactic, and sparse, Casandra wondered how she would ever turn a profit; Or find daily enjoyment. Not even tourists came here.

           Cassandrea went to the farmstead closest to the giant unguarded entrance. The property had a flag with a bridled Pegasus on it; The symbol of House Whitestead.

“Hello? I’m Cassandra Whitestead, I come from the Grand West of Anglia to offer my magical talents to your community.” She called into the large yard. A girl was picking peaches, and an older boy getting water from the well.

“Anyone of house Whitestead, is welcome to rest here: As long as they help out. You wish to help us with magic? We have lots of magic! Your help will pay your rent.” An older woman said, standing in the doorway. “But tell me; what talent do you promise? Bold of you to assume we need anything.”

“For a price, I can do anything a common folk wants.” Cassandra smiled. The old woman grimaced.

“You know wizards are just common folk with access to simple magery?”

“Don’t be silly. Wizards are trained people, of magic houses. Magery is the magic of old, and comprises of forbidden lethal spells. My modern understanding of magic, is here to solve todays magic inquires.”

“Magic is the same age as all of Ealden Cynedom; Neither young or old. There is no such thing as old magic. You will be unhappy here, if you keep believing things are one or the other. Constructs like the money you seek, have no worth compared to love and a needed meal. Speaking of which, would you like to help me cook dinner and join us? Tomorrow you may meet all the wonders of Doi Vaang.” The old woman said kindly. Cassandra’s heart, enticed by her homeland, made her eager to be kind and willing. Like an enchantment, that pulls one in, and erased their agendas.

           The next day Cassandra woke refreshed, to the sound of exotic birds, mundane and mythical. She prepared the first meal, adorned some traditional clothes; vibrant magentas tied at the bust, waist, and into bagged pants. Cassandra then joyously left to meet the locals. She was given a large donkey to ride. Cassandra wasn’t amused by this arrangement. Soon, Casandra noticed they had horses, and wondered if the people were messing with her, or honestly could not tell the difference.

Cassandra’s first stop, was to the large temple. Or it would be a temple if religion was a thing. People came here to learn the philosophy of water, and live without judgement. Magic was good at that, thus a good teacher, and thus a good place to practice the philosophy. The stone, gold, and jewel tone architecture, was magnificent. All the people wore simple fabric outfits, and where just existing in serenity. Some of them were doing odd things, and others normal daily chores. Cassandra tied her donkey with the other livestock that wore tack, and entered. No one even looked at her; Or if they did, it was for fifty seconds to ensure she was a person.

           The main hall of the temple had a Brocken roof, overcome with moss and vines; But it was also somewhat maintained. The temple was loved. In the main hall, was a giant bronze gong, surrounded by a wall of bells on either side; mallets provided. Each bell had an etching of a mythical ungulate; But the gong and singing bowls had a chollima. She was stalled by the polished brass artistry. At her feet, was a young man her age, bowing on his knees, with his hands covered in chalk while his palms touched behind his neck. Cassandra had heard of this tradition, just like seasonal incense, and lantern hanging. It is called giving gratitude. The humility of being thankful for what is; The only judgment allowed by the monks of water. Cassandra joined him. She grasped chalk of the land, from a large jade trough below the gong, clapped her hands roughly on the ground as she bowed; Curled position as the young man.

“What are you grateful for? You look like you’ve never done this.” The man said.

“To be here I guess; Where my ancestors are from. Um, you?” Cassandra replied.

“To be able to see and wear yellow-gold fabric.” He chuckled. She wasn’t expecting that; it seemed petty and small. Yellow fabric was everywhere, and everyone could see yellow; Even colour-blind people. Why be thankful for something so mundane and meaningless? Confused, Cassandra got up with him, hoping for answers.

“That was nice; I would now like to meet you, as you look unlike any person I have seen before. You convey that you come from another land.”

“I am a sorceress, who wishes to connect to my family’s beginnings. For it has wandered far, but my heart draws me back. Now I wish to ask: Are you a monk here?” Cassandra swooned. She was now looking the young man clad in yellow, noticing his radiance. His sunny loose pants, and his perfectly white fitted silk shirt. A gold round buckle, with the emblem of a flying caribou, for house Bridlebell was on it. Cassandra, taken by whimsy, wanted to get to know him. Perhaps the lust to embrace her dream, or the flush of a love.

“No, I am not a monk, but a young man who lives on the south west rice fields. I am Closes to the tall golden mound, that hold the center of this magic forest. Maybe I should give thanks to it as well. My name is Sho Bridlebell.” He said warmly. He was endeared by her longing look. The flattery of being mundane, but seen as the most enchanting thing in Doi Vaang. He eagerly awaited her response.

“Hello, Sho. I am Cassandra Whitestead.” She chimed.

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Percival Swanglint, in his newly acquired raven kingdom fairy robes; Nothing like a magic adoptive family, to kick start your enchanted education!

Tale 21: More Then Happily Ever After (chapter 4 - Home Security 4/4 ) part 6. Stories of Wizards

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Melida took a day off to search for Percival, as no one saw him last night. Not a single neighbor they called could help. Cerberus and Orpheus tried to go back to work, and care for Guinevere, but they were engulphed in worry. Glen spent the day interviewing fey for clues; A board tree fey must have seen something. There are seldom new faces in Pepperidge, so Percival should have stood out to the locals and fey. When the family reconvened after work, they were no closer to finding the boy. After dinner, Orpheus came into Guinevere’s room, which now had many books and glowed of soft colours. Orpheus calmly took a book off the shelf to read with Guinevere. She was becoming more and more unsettled and jittery, the longer her brother was gone. The chosen book, was one of Orpheus’s; Written by a mage from the Eastlands. He thought it may answer Guinevere’s questions, after Orpheus prepared a very exotic dinner. One of many recipes his father taught him. Perhaps the love of his own father, was why he wanted to be one himself. Orpheus had learned that even when worried, people can still enjoy some good stories together. But Orpheus noticed he was getting more joy out of bedtime, then his new daughter was.

Cerberus in spite of recent events, found himself embracing his new familial role. His father in-law, Mattias, would be visiting soon; To meet the two kids. Cerberus anticipated the wisdom of another elder. Guinevere heard Mattias had a goat familiar she might be able to pet; like Orpheus when he was a boy. Even with more help on the way, Cerberus was still a mess; Drinking coffee into the evening, hoping to be awake at the door if Percival came back. He felt like a failure, unable to protect his child. Worried ill the person he was responsible for, was injured or lost in their magic forest home. It was like his worst nightmare. Then, a knock on the door.

“Hey Master Monafyra; It’s Scarlet and Rah!” Scarlet yelled from the other side. Curious, Cerberus struggled out of his nest of blankets, put down the cat mug, and opened the door.

“You two should be home at this hour. Whatever do you need?”

“We want to help find Percival. Or at least give you a pep talk” Rah said.

“You were looking ROUGH in class.” Scarlet added.

“You’re not wondering around a magic forest at night; Mages or not. Your parents will worry. Which I can now relate to!” Cerberus scolded.

“But I want to make sure Orpheus is ok; This was supposed to be a part of his happily ever after!” Rah insisted.

“Come on; We’ve lived here our whole lives.” Scarlet persisted. “I stay out past curfew all the time, to see my betrothed. As a fellow flighty teen, I have few ideas where he went. Also, my parents were happy I told them what I went this time.” Scarlet insisted. Trying to persuade Cerberus.

“Fine. What are your ideas?” Cerberus said, putting on his boots and a hoodie. He still looked like a feral wolf under the kitten print pajama pants.

“Now’s a good time actually. Orpheus is putting Guinevere to bed. They get along great, in spite of Orpheus’s insecurity. But I’m having trouble bonding, due to my anxiety. Perhaps Rah, it would be best if you used your charming to sing some calm into this town. I think it would make Orpheus proud, and soothe everyone’s nerves.” Cerberus said. Rah nodded enthusiastically, and ran to the piano.

“To start, magic is in your favour since you got hitched, and you possess the ability to harness moonlight for spells.” Scarlet said. “Secondly, runaways like to go to places they think are safe, but their cowards and stay near home. Because we realize rebellion isn’t edgy.”

“So, the playground?”

“Sure… Well, it’s a full moon! Time for some wolf kingdom magic; Like super hearing, silence, smelling and so on. Rah’s even giving you an advantage! You got this.” Scarlet continued. She gave a thumbs up, and Cerberus tentatively made finger guns in response. She had a point; Cerberus used night magic all the time in Grand Snow to hunt, make potions, and perform greater healing spells. The only problem with moon sheen, is it only applies to mages, and causes the user to glow ethereally; And become a little dog like. Last time he did that outside of Grand Snow, Cerberus was accused of murder.

           It took Scarlet and Cerberus one hour to find Percival. He was in the forest edge, right outside the neighborhood. He was camped in some shrubs, looking dirty and degraded. When he noticed Cerberus glowing in the moonlight, crouched over, glaring with violet eyes, Percival got a chill down his spine. Cerberus was unintentionally terrifying. Percival, recalled all the scary tales of mages, grabbed his backpack, and dashed out of the bush. Fleeing down the street, he pushed Scarlet, tossing her aside. This gave Cerberus a few seconds to grab and wrangle Percival; Who did in fact, bite in a fight. He could handle being bitten, if it meant someone was safe. After all, the moon sheen had made Cerberus strong. Thus, escape from his warm grasp was impossible.

“What where you thinking? Your new here, and we were so worried! We spent twenty-four hours looking for you! Percival, explain yourself!” Cerberus snaped.

“Let go of me! Why did you come? Why not the cops or social workers? Using magic too! I want to be alone! I didn’t choose to be here! No one asked me about anything! I don’t care about you! I don’t want to care!” Percival cried.

Slowly, the echo of Rah’s spell calmed the air around them. Percival in turn, slowly surrender and stopped struggling; Allowing Cerberus to properly embrace him.

“Please come home. I came because we care about you. Some warmth and food will help; Then we can talk about this properly. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but this isn’t foster care; We adopted you because we want you. You can trust us, and I assure you, if you leave, I will just come back to your side.”

“Was that a promise or a threat?” Percival sniffed.

“Percival, Cerberus just said he cares about you. He didn’t want to be a dad, because he cares too much.” Scarlet said, staring down at Percival, in her pajamas.

“Who are you?” He responded

“Scarlet, and your class president. As well as your nurse dad’s apprentice. See you at school tomorrow.” She said, walking back home. The whisper of song still filled in the air. Percival only noticed now. He looked up at Cerberus, who was tearing up. Percival was so overwhelmed and distrusting, he failed to see the people around him. Percival started to feel guilty.

“Sorry,” Percival whispered. “Running away is an impulse. Um, how is my little sister? Speaking of people who care too much.”

“Apology accepted. Hopefully her and Orpheus are asleep. By the steadiness of our heart beats, and the fading of music, I’d say Rah is also gone home to bed.” Cerberus said. He hugged in his son, and walked him home. Even with a rough start, they were getting along. Cerberus was surprised his fear dissipated so fast, even as the melody of calm had ceased.

           Once they got home, Glen ran over to hug Percival, while Melida and Braidy hugged Cerberus. Glendel immediately gave Percival dinner and desert. Cerberus took off his boots, and got ready for bed. But his bed was empty. The messy dark room, littered with Orpheus’s assistive equipment, and medicine bottles. As well as piles of Cerberus’s laundry. He realized he would now have to do twice as much laundry. Cerberus went over to the guest room, to see if Orpheus was still reading with Guinevere. They were both asleep; Guinevere in her bed, and Orpheus under a blanket in his wheelchair. Cerberus quietly turned off the light, and closed the door, with warmth in his body.

“That’s cute. Guinevere always wanted to have a dad read her good night. Our own father, and foster dads, never really took the time. I never got to really know them. I guess I wasn’t a part of their happily ever afters. It’s hard to just take it in, when I’m scared the rug will be pulled. Do you believe in love magic, nurse dad?” Percival asked.

“Yes. As a mage with a lot of magic experience, I can tell you happily ever afters are real in this world; Like true loves, and hots sauces made by men who wants to see people cry. You’re a part of our happily ever after now, and maybe you’ll get your own someday. I do warn, that the enchantment isn’t without inconveniences…” Cerberus whispered, walking back to his room. But Percival following.

“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?” Cerberus chuckled. Percival shrugged and crawled into bed next to him. Both of them trying their best to give it shot. Percival was too old for this sort of thing, but yearned for it. For comfort, attention, and love, in his life.

In the mourning, everyone made pancakes before school, and Glen ate most of them. She insisted on taking Guinevere to and from school. Percival on the other had, got to go up the hill to the magic academy with his dads. Two was turning out to defiantly be better then one. On all sides. Deep down, Cerberus and Orpheus’s hearts agreed without sacrafice.

“So, when exactly is your father coming to visit, coir dad?” Percival asked. Orpheus and Cerberus looked at each other. They had forgotten about that. But it’s ok; The odds, and their love, will forever be in their favour.

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Morgan in invisibility robes, holding Icarus; This will be important latter, and beats a generic picture of a wagon.

Tale 21: What The Wagon Was For (chapter 1 - Old Junk 1/7 ) part 6. Stories of wizards

no warnings

A red plastic wagon; Something you might find at a toy store. Used to carry children, and their things, on family outings. Like maybe a zoo or park. Its primary colour scheme is nearly offensive, in it’s obvious and off-putting simple design; Possibly intended to spark joy.  It is worn, scratched from years of use, and a bit dirty form being left outside. The noble wagon is but neglected, old, wise, and beloved.

           A pale blue antique styled bike. White leather on the curved handles, to match the worn seat and accents. The bell that was once painted red, but does not ring as it should; Yet, this instrument is satisfactory in its performance. It is a good bike; a quinte dutiful bike. There is a latch for a basket, weaved of thin strips of pastel, and there were tassels on the handles, before you inherited it. It was once belonged to your mother.

           A winter Nordic crocheted hat; in speckled ivory, navy, and red. Made by your uncle. The pompoms at the ties and top, still in mint condition. It goes with the worn flannel navy trench; you think it looks cool. It actually makes you look impoverished. A cotton t-shirt, with argyle on it; A satisfying geometric pattern, that can convey numerous colours that would be atrocious together in any other circumstance. It was custom made, and you own many; just in different equally terrible colours. But mostly white, navy, blue, red and pink. These Garbs are not lone, for there are a pair of worn runners, that you will soon outgrow. Once white, but now beige. Once tidy, but now torn. Purple and red along the sole and sides, because a designer that year thought that was a good idea; it was the only colour scheme that didn’t offend you. You settle. Often. This outing attire is not complete without ripped worn jeans, that you shouldn’t wear; The knees are green and ripped, and the ankle hems torn off.

           Band-aids and gauze, on your face and wrists. Maybe you should buy some foundation. You don’t want people to notice. You want them to stop noticing. There are so many scars, scrapes, and bruises; You don’t know where, when, or who gave them too you. You spend a lot of your allowance on first aid. The rest is for books of fantastical tales.

“Morgan, I asked you to bring objects that spark joy to therapy. To explore positivity in your life. These are very odd and specific items, that probably tell interesting tales. But you’re a book worm, and those things are for adventures.” Leo Greenwood asked. He was both curious and desperate. This was his fifth meeting with Morgan, and all he knew was that the boy jittered from anxiety, didn’t speak, and was a mage. Leo couldn’t help this poor boy, if he didn’t know him. Leo was hoping his request would be catching Morgan with honey, and would make him open up. Leo knew Morgan was knowledgeable of magic, and practically a historical encyclopedia; But this private counseling room was not a class room. Leo didn’t want to hear about magic, he wanted to hear about Morgan; Something Morgan was obviously less encyclopedic about. That was why he was there. As accurate as Leo’s assumptions about the objects Morgan brought were, the conversation remained one-sided.

           Morgan sat twiddling his thumbs. Icarus, his golden eagle familiar, was perched on his shoulder. Icarus would talk for Morgan, but Leo forbade it, as he wanted Morgan to have the confidence to speak for himself. Leo’s familiar was Dolly, a Maine Coon cat. Familiars say something about inner nature. This suggested there was a regal, brave, and polite something underneath that cowering youth. Also, that there was a large, soft, tame someone inside Leo’s seemingly professional exterior.

“What about the wagon? We can start with one object.” Leo inquired. Morgan shrugged. The wagon and bike were leaning against the bulletin, next to the door. There was a motivation poster with inspirational vapid photography on it; And another with cartoon animals.

“You brought so many things; it makes me think you have a lot of meaningful things in your life, and thus a lot of love to go around. I hear from professor Fyrstan and Woodwick, that you are a passionate young man,” Leo pushed. Morgan stayed silent. “It is full of a variety of loot today. Is that important too?” Leo continued, trying a more upbeat tone. Morgan looked destroyed, but nodded a little. Progress. Leo smiled.

“This place is confidential right?” Morgan murmured. Leo adjusted his seat and leant in with excitement. The boy was indeed, not mute. For now.

“By law! This office is a safe place, Morgan.” Leo said sweetly. Then Morgan took a deep breath and looked off to the side, at the succulent terrarium. Leo’s smile faded. Morgan was so anxious all of the time, Leo had never seen him take a breath. More over, he was a seer, and when magic seers take a breath like that, it means a lot of information is coming your way.

“Each week, for years, I put the same things in the wagon.” Morgan said. That was an anticlimactic answer, For such a deep breath. Leo looked around, tapping his pen. He nodded for Morgan to carry on.

“Tucked neatly in the wagon, each week, are the following assortment of things:”

A worn brick red plastic container; full of thumbprint cookies

A large glitter encrusted brand name coffee tumbler; with mermaid logo.

An empty six-gallon jug

A 1L of half and half

A freezer bag full of homemade dog treats

One of the old tabletop games found in storage

A cassette player, and tape, filled with a playlist of catchy children’s songs

A therapy bullet journal

A six-meter garden hose

Large bronze bridle

Hathing fyords Celtician tea: rich black

Foxer’s box take out and all-day dinner double fish and chips with times two extra chips

Half a packet if cherry losings

Baby Blue’s perfectly pressed sugar cubes

A counterfeit alchemized rhinestone and silver men’s business watch

Thick hemp rope

The gossip page of The Weekly Passing’s newspaper

An opaque athletic water bottle filled with skim milk

The Pony Paradise Boutique hand crafted equine grooming brush

A 12” hard wood dowel

A bag of plastic party kazoos

“Goodness Morgan; What in the two veils are you doing each week, as a mage, with such an assortment of oddly specific, and very mundane, things?” Leo asked. He was completely stunned and perplexed. Morgan looked up and made eye contact with Leo for the first time. Then he shrugged, but this time with personality; suggesting the answer should have been obvious.

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Electra, grown, with her selkie furs.

Tale 31: If We Lost The Sea Wives (chapter 3 - Electra’s coat  3/5 ) part 7. Stories of Magic Forests

no warings

              Fey are made by The Beast Kings, and thus magic itself. They know no time, feel no hate, take no side, and cannot form judgement. They are unable to age, and are stuck in an immature state. But that’s their charm. Fey are both very human, but distinctly not. Neither animal, nor person. Their humanness is why people love them, and requite fey affection on occasion. This is the only way a fey can have parents; Instead of being formed by magic itself, fey can breed if they know true love. The child will always be the same fey as it’s fey parent, but will also always be raised like a human.

              Saturn Firepot and his selkie wife, Iearda were expecting a baby. She did not comprehend the array of emotional human responses, or even notice she was with child. But Saturn of coarse, was excitemed. The cabin freshly finished, and in the fire of love, his life felt like it couldn’t get any better. He had graduated with his specialist degree, and had begun his own research. Saturn felt like he was in his prime. In fact, his glasses were a little too rosy. Due seeing fey as human, Saturn forgot his one and only was a fish fey; And thus if the baby was a girl, she too would be a selkie. A daughter would need to be fully submerged to turn into a seal, in order to survive. A son would just be a regular human boy. Nowhere in the other ten lands, was not knowing the gender of your baby, been so stressful. Worse yet, the home birthing culture was intense, due to the commonality of men marrying and reproducing with sea wives. Selkies were known to bite in such stressful times, and partially still had their seal teeth. A blood wound was nothing, compared to the fact Saturn was too ashamed of his predicament to do it all properly. He bought a tub to fill with sea water at their beach, and relied on the fact that fey don’t get birth complications; Because their made of magic, not biology.

              Once the drama was over, and Firepot’s sea wife sat by the tide; Recovering without a clue what just happened. Meanwhile, Saturn bathed his daughter in the tub. Only Northland Sea water was good enough for his child. The adorable ross seal pup, starred up at him, barely able to swim. The baby just turned into a seal upon touching the water. While Saturn was distracted,  someone entered the beach house. As grey mist suddenly settled, it felt like it was going to rain. Saturn took the pup out of the water to cradle her, as unease set in. When he looked at his new daughter, she was now a baby swaddled in a little white fur coat.

“She needs a name. Don’t worry, I’m used to it.” An ethereal woman’s voice chimed. Saturn looked up to see a large woman of his people, with long wavy ginger hair, eyes of the sea, and a large spiked crown; the Fish King, in all her beauty. Men however, become entranced upon seeing her land form, and Saturn was reduced into a catatonic state while the Fish King named the girl.

“Her name is Electrid. As her father, you get to know that. It’s ok if I tell you. I trust as a seer, you know the importance of a fey’s name.” The Fish King said, leaving through the glass sliding doors. The thin curtains blew, as a light salty breeze waved in. When Saturn came out of his trance, his daughter was crying, and the beach was empty. His selkie love had gone back to the sea. Saturn was left clutching his fey daughter, completely alone. He began rocking and sobbing with her, on his knees on the cabin floor. He had no local family, or friends. It was just him in a cabin, by a magic ocean, on an abandoned beach, looking into the infinite misty ocean. Heartbroken.

              Saturn was destroyed that his one true love would put on her skin, and leave. She seemed so content the year and a half. It made Saturn feel secure. He wasn’t forcing her to stay however. Ierna’s coat always hung on the hat stand, by the porch. Fey often have no logical reason for their actions. As a seer of fey, he knew this. It is possible, that she may forget about him with time. Ierna had been away from the sea for so long, perhaps she missed it and wanted an extended vacation. Either way, Saturn decided he would never have it happen again. He took off his daughter’s snowy Selkie coat, and stuffed it in a trunk at the foot of his bed. Then he the girl in human baby clothes.

Without her skin, she was a normal baby girl; Normal enough to convince the local hospital to give her a birth certificate, and his last name. Human bottles, human food, human clothes, human language, and human books. He went the extra mile, to make sure no one knew Electra was anything but a regular daughter. He told lie after lie, to affirm he was a single parent. Any time Electra gazed into the sea, or couldn’t relate to the other children, Saturn would say everyone is different, and distract her with affection. Anything to prevent the most precious thing to him, form returning to the ocean forever. It had been years, and Ierna was still gone. Saturn had now become the cooky village wizard, living alone on a beach.

               It is fair to say, that Saturn was so good at hiding Electra’s feyness, that everyone was fooled, including her. His apt knowledge of fey behaviour, from his job, meant he knew how to raise and teach her to be more like a person. The teeth were a little hard to explain sometimes; As mentioned, selkies have slightly seal like teeth, even in human form. All things considered, fey or not, both father and daughter got joy and fulfillment with only each other to love. Exclusive cuddle rights, fish pie, and Welsh cakes. Listening to radio shows, while playing on the beach with the other fey. Saturn had told all of them long ago, not to tell Electra or any other human, that she was a selkie. They loved him so much by then, they obliged without question. Each dragon, fairy, and fish, did not understand why a human would desire such a simple favour, but it was no problem as they have little to say to most common men.

Saturn became so lost in raising Electra, and keeping up the lie, that he forgot she would grow up. Without understanding human emotions. Electra often made assumptions about life stages, and appropriate social etiquette. Electra, shortly after graduating secondary school, came home with a young lad one afternoon. She had just gone out for cabbage, but also decided to pick up a boy she thought was cute as well.

“Daddy! Can he join us for dinner? I offered to show him our beach house and quiet bay. He said yes! He is so charming, and he dyed his hair orchid to match his kilt. It looks gleaming in traditional knots; and brings out his grey eyes! Oh, and he makes me smile, as everything he says is so sweet!” Electra ranted, starring at the man, like she was consumed by his essence. The boy seemed a bit rattled, and Saturn, as an overprotective father, was livid.

“Excuse me; Who are you? What are you doing with my daughter?” he said firmly.

“I’m Jasper of house Nix. She... She’s the local girl who wears the flowy dresses, and stares at me often; Oh, and she brings me daisies.” He responded. “I approached her, to ask why she was acting all odd; Then she asked if I wanted to go to the beach, and I said yes! She is by far, the most adorable maiden in town, and she looks just like you, I do say! Down to the grey eyes and ginger hair, she does!  You must be her father?”

“Aye…” Saturn said. It was worse than he thought. Electra had become infatuated with an idiot. As the village of Isfisceard was used to magic, and mundane ladies of beauty swooning, it could blur together. The lad had no clue, Electra was a selkie. He assumed she was just charismatic and flirty.

“You built this beach house? It’s homey. I love the yellow and white cabin aesthetic, on the amber wood. This place smells of the ocean and my favourite black tea. Oh, and just look at the enchanting view!” Jasper said, looking into the sea. For once, Electra wasn’t looking into the ocean; She was looking at Jasper. Saturn shrugged, and offered him a beach-side picnic. He was indeed a very sweet boy. Jasper helped clean up, danced with Electra, spouted nothing but positivity, and may have been too stupid to know malice. He reminded Saturn of himself. It made him continue the lie, and preserve their innocent love. He could tell by the look on Electra’s face, she was more then just fond of him. Electra wouldn’t love again in his lifetime; Fey can’t become infatuated again, until their previous obsession dies, or they succumb to grief with the passing of the one who loved them back. This made Saturn invested in the pair. He wanted his little girl to be happy, and see their happily ever after, as his was so brief.

              After almost a year of regular dating, Jasper requited her love, and moved into the beach house. They all shared black coffee, that mixed with the salty temperate breeze. They listened to the hum of the storms, gulls, and the sea shell wind chimes. Jasper and Saturn would sing together, for the sea fey, making Electra’s day. For all sea daughters love song. Everything seemed perfect again. Then Saturn got a job offer, in The Grand West. As a fey expert, and professor at an academy; He was being promoted. Assured his cabin, beach, and darling daughter was safe with Jasper, he accepted the offer. Like the call of a second chance, he was eager to take. Saturn took Electra’s coat with him, and continued to tell everyone his beautiful little girl, with a sort of inhuman beauty, was one hundred percent human. Anything to keep her happy, safe, and on land. Anything to make sure that when he returned, his baby girl would be there.

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Professor Hara Fyrstan, in fairy robes; remastered concept.

Tale 31: If We Lost The Sea Wives (chapter 1 - Northland Family 1/5 ) part 7. Stories of Magic Forests

no warings

              Hara Fyrstan tends the Fey Conservatory, with great care; He was a prodigy, filling the role his grandfather once did. In fact, they weren’t too different from each other, in looks, roles and personality. Both red haired, grey eyed, fey loving, Northland bred passionate professors. Both with big hearts, and equal compassion for all living things; Including fey. This due to both of them being born, and raised, in the farthest North West tip of Elden Kingdom: The magic Isle of Isfisceard. This mystical ancient place, had the most magical sea in the world. Every inch of the village and islands, was coated in fey. It made the people invested in their land, and its connection to fey of the sea. Naturally, this included Hara and his grandfather, Saturn.

The fey conservatory of Pepperidge academy, which was used for rehabilitation and education, was Grandfather Firepot’s greatest accomplishment. It is a school treasure. All teachers, students, and fey; enjoyed the peaceful atrium. It is a glass walled, three stories tall, magic garden withing the school. Hara dreamed of this job, ever since his grandfather told him stories about it. It inspired Hara to work hard in his Northland schooling, to immigrate to to The Grand West, just for the position. When Hara got there, he made the most of his success. Pepperidge Academy’s infrastructure, community, and fey, received only the best love and care from their new head seer. Hara had gone so far, as to make all of Pepperidge a protected magic forest, like his ow. He had quite the reputation after only a year’s employment. Hara was incredibly thankful for his grandfather, who helped inspire and teach him.

              The conservatory didn’t just hold and heal ferries and wonderous plants, but also aquatic fey; Fish children, Sea wives, or Daughter of The Sea, as Hara knew them. As a mage of the Northlands, Hara should have a complex and deep relationship with the daughters of the sea, but instead his qualms with the Fish Kingdom came from one of his students; Rah Wintersleep. Rah was also a mage, but instead of a seer of magic knowledge like Hara, he was charmer that sung spells. Rah was also a storm-breaker, that caused epic storms when magic flowed through him in times of joy. He was working on controlling it, with a storm staph. Rah was not only Hara’s responsibility as a student, but had fallen into a trap Hara’s kin often do; Loving a maiden from the waves. Sorry, mister of the waves. While preparing food for the fey, in the back room, Hara got to over hear Rah, and his true love, Fish Prince Broc. Hara spied on everyone who came into the conservatory, in order to protect the fey and students.

“The selkie your mother made, which you suggested to her; I think she’s actually infatuated with our witchery teacher.” Rah said. He was charming the small pearly cuttle Kraken in the fountain. Hara perked up at the word Selkie.

“Oh, yeah. He’s probably going to love her back. Selkies often suffer from Stockholm’s syndrome, so it’s nice to see a little sister find actual true love; Instead of being kidnapped.” Broc smiled. Hara was too busy in school for seal gawking, back home. Rah and Broc’s conversation was making him nostalgic. As if the distant tune of proverbial bagpipes, was calling him hither.

“Now that you’re my queen in waiting, and the wolf kingdom fell into disrepair, I worry for my mother.” Broc continued. “She always frequents the Day Veil of men, but now mages have made the Beast King’s more willing to see view humanity in person. I doubt people will take kindly to a ghostly giant mermaid, or bewitchingly radiant maiden. I don’t want to be Fish King so soon. I will worry for all my new daughters, while I mourn my Mother and little siblings.” Broc said. Rah hugged Broc, to comfort him.

“I’m sorry I’m too young to be queen of a fey kingdom yet. I worry I’d be a bad fish Dad; No one can top your father Lyra… Besides; your mother, father, and family are very well loved. It would be a tragedy to all who adore the water’s fair folk. I can’t imagine life without ocean fey. All beautifully crafted, and sweet of song.” Rah said. He was getting sad, which was unusual. The two of then gazed into the pool of miniature kraken, nuzzled together like gannets.

Hara slumped. Imagining the world with fewer fey, was a chilling thought to someone who spent their life learning about and helping them. The thought that the bays of Isfisceard, could no longer echo with the haunting melody of the fish children, seemed unnatural. The ocean would have no song, no feminine beauty, and no more wonder. Hara considered if he had taken it all for granted. Rah’s words made him think of home, and all it’s verdant cliffside isles. Home would be nothing without the Sirens on the oddly formed sea walls, mermaids in the rivers and glens, selkies on the beaches, or krakens listening in the deep. The smell of sea salt, vibrancy of the hills, wool of sheep and music of home. Hara wilted at the thought of all that vanishing. It made him feel like life was short, and that he wanted to see it all again. The fey of the fish kingdom, were the ones that inspired him to study and conserve fey. They taught him he was a mage, and how to interact with the world of magic. Hara wanted to experience that again. All of this in the span of the ten minutes it took to pour milk into little labeled saucers for the pixies.

After the school day was done, Hara went to his dorm, to see his dragon princess trying to cuddle Woodwick. Hara had become a queen in waiting himself, but to the Dragon Kingdom; Fleoganan was his true love. She was an optimistic idiot. Which is an underappreciated quality in people. Hara’s heart filling with love when embracing her, combined with a day’s brooding, reminded him that his family hadn’t met Fleog yet. They had already shared the undying true love’s spell, and Grandpa knew nothing of it. Then Hara saw Woodwick, innocently preparing for tomorrow’s lessons. Woodwick also remined Hara of home; He was technically Hara’s adoptive uncle. Woodwick was one of the last two fountain nymphs, which grandfather had found on a black market. These Naiads turned the flowing pools they bathed in, into water that could heal any wound. Yet, Woodwick’s dream was to be human; And due to his value, grandpa adopted Woodwick, and kept his identity secret. This gave Woodwick his dream, by fooling everyone. Nymphs can be very convincingly human. In fact, the unpublished research grandpa Firepot left to Hara, on Woodwick’s desire for humanness, helped Hara conserve local fey.  It gave common folk, including wizards, empathy towards fey, similar to mages.

When Woodwick and Hara first met, it was on a road trip to the family beach home. They spent time packed into a hot car, after being picked up at the Main Northland Station. Their little home was in the middle of nowhere, as Isfisceard was an isolated heritage village, by the Fish Gate into the Shadow Veil of fey. The small house was on a sandy beach, along the main road into the cove. South of the magic academy and village, west of the train station. Hara was not fooled by his grandfather’s insistence that Woodwick was just a tween he adopted. Hara, though a child, was an avid seer mage; He knew a fairy when he saw one. Hara never asked why Grandpa adopted a fey, and never mentioned that he knew. Woodwick had just become a normal member of his family.

It was official; Hara missed his. He hadn’t seen his grandfather, or parents, since he graduated and arrived in Pepperidge. Hara decided he wanted to visit home, the next chance he got.

“Woodwick, I want to go home for the semester break; Want to come? Fleog, you have to meet my family.” Hara chimed.

“I’m not particularly interested.” Woodwick said. “Then again, it would make your grandfather very happy.”

“I can’t believe your not homesick. I keep forgetting that under all that professor, is a fairy.” Hara sighed. Woodwick as a fey, lived a timeless state with no opinions of past or future. Missing something, would require opinions regarding the past.

“Well, now that I know seeking a familiar face is human thing, I may consider myself persuaded.” Woodwick responded. He wanted to be human, and was very assertive about it. There was a time he was also convinced he was a real boy, and not some changeling. He was focusing too much on the words, and not enough of the familial aspects. Hara apologized, and made the plans. He felt good about visiting his safe, unchanged, childhood home. That was on a specific abandoned beach, close to the fey of the sea.

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The mentioned innocent White Screamer, of which some wizards thought would make a good show, if they tossed a young woman at it.

Tale 24: Melida Deigandun & The Chase (chapter 3 - The Grey Dragon  3/5 ) part 6. Stories of Wizards

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           The day of the slaying ceremony, Melida was a nervous wreck. She stood clad in armor, waiting behind the stone door to the fey containment theater. It was just outside the city. On the other side of the wall, was a helpless dragon, who was torn from its home, scared, and about to be killed for entertainment. This graduation task provided the paladin students with impressive credits and medals; If they got lucky, given the fifty percent success rate. Most got too injured, died, chickened out, and the rest vanquished the innocent beast. As the door opened, Melida slowly walked into the giant stadium, that held her opponent.

           The yelling of the crowds stirred the dragon. It was a white scaled screamer. They breath gray sharp fire, and slate barrier fire. They are also quite sizable. In fear, like most fey, it started thrashing and breathing fire. It created a cycle, where the audience yell more, which further frightening the dragon. Fey do not know hate, and thus have no malice; The tales of fey being destructive or violent, didn’t reflect upon them, it reflected upon the wizards who scared fey into self defence. Melida knew fey spoke the language of old, but she was not yet fluent. Regardless Melida yelled to calm the dragon. Even though it knew she was a helping mage, it was still too overwhelmed to stop. Melida was now jumping around the arena, to avoid the shaking and crumbling terrain. Then the chanting started. Slay the Dragon! Began repeating. The Dragon turned to look at Melida, and she at it. The dragon desperately hope the mage would save them, and Melida saw a horrible situation.

           As the chanting flared up, Melida lifted her double lance and shield, and ran toward the beast, unsure if that was a good choice. Then a voice called from the audience.

“Melida no! Don’t hurt it! You’ll regret it!” Braidy yelled. This caused the dragon to suddenly look at him. After he flinched, Braidy fell off the ledge and into the area.

“Braidy!” Melida yelled. She ran over to get him out, but the dragon was interested in him, and blocked her path.

“No. Stay away from him!” Melida yelled again. This time, Melida grabbed her lance and meant it. The arena was crumbling, a dragon was terrified, and her helpless boyfriend was about to receive eviscerating fire. Melida dashed to the dragon’s wing, poised her lance, and went dark. Overwhelmed, she was summoning extra magic through herself, to ignite moon fire. Melida specialized in fire magic by then, as a dragon mage. Sky-blue moon fire hypnotizes fey. Melida dived down casting the spell on the dragon, forcing it asleep on the ground. The sharp fire it blew, tore open the top of the arena. The dragon could now escape once it woke. Once she landed, Melida was succumbing to the fever and bleeding of using that much magic for the first time. She crawled over to embrace and kiss Braidy. Giving them both anklets. They were swiftly torn apart by the heartmen on site. Last thing Melida saw, was the dragon waking up, and escaping its demise.

           Melida woke up in the school infirmary, while Braidy was bandaged together in the common hospital. In a basket above her head, was her familiar Myrtle. Melida had a lot of IV lines, and felt like overcooked lettuce. Her parents were sitting next to her, holding her hand. They got a non-stop train from the Westlands to see her. Melida’s father called for the heartman to come in; As well as her coach.

“Good, you’re recovering well from a dark state; would you like a mirror, miss Daigendun?” The Heartman said, offering a simple hand mirror. Melida looked at him with disdainful confusion. She wanted to know where Braidy was, and could care less about her looks. Her glance became a glare, from her now vibrant pink eyes.

“We have a private, and important, business to discuss; Given you have one year left of school before your apprenticeship. Because you technically won against the dragon, even without slaying it, you get automatic graduation credits. The rest is paper work.” The coach said, begrudgingly. Melida became confused. That didn’t sound like a big deal. That sounded great!

“But unfortunately, you’re pregnant and your family says abortion is not an option; Your legally a minor for six more months. Your coach enrolled you in spring and summer courses, so you can graduate by fall, and can take a year off for family leave.” The heartman said.

“No one wants to apprentice, or hire, a woman that is, or might be, on maternity leave.” Her coach added. Melida had dissociated right after hearing the doctor’s diagnosis.

“Oh, and Braidy is fine, dear; I trust he’s the father, since you write favourably about him.” Her mother added. Melida started to cry. She was to shocked, on too many levels, to be mad at her parents for controlling her body. That was for tomorrow.

           To say the least, Melida didn’t go home with her parents after the school year ended. She was fully recovered, and receiving prenatal care on their dollar. Melida wanted children someday, but maybe not while she was trying to secure a future. She started ghosting Braidy, out of fear he would leave her, out of fear of commitment. When they finally went for a date, he wouldn’t lay off the questions: ‘why aren’t you home for spring and summer? Why didn’t you reach out to me? Is something wrong? Why are you in summer school? What happened with the dragon?’ And so on. Melida had to stop him.

“Braidy, have you considered that I don’t want to talk about that? The dragon is fine, your fine, I’m fine, everything is fine.” Melida said, calmly. It’s easier to lie when half of what you say is true.

“I’m not sure I believe that, so I’m here for you if you need me. I’m glad you didn’t slay the dragon, and I like your new colours. The white hair looks super soft, and pink eyes are adorable.”

“Don’t put me, and adorable, in the same sentence.” Melida joked.

“Speaking of which; I got you something for passing the tournament, without a body count!” Braidy chimed. He pulled out a jewellery box, and opened it up to a simple square pink spinel pendant, set in silver.

“Thanks… Though, as an athletic paladin, I’m not sure I’ll wear it much.” Melida said. She smiled, as he put it on her anyway. The chain was short, thus fitting nicely on her collar, and out of the way. Braidy kissed her cheek.

“Wish I had remembered to get you something too.” Melida whispered.

“It’s ok. As long as everything’s good, right? And now, we get to spend the spring and summer together! When you’re not at boot camp anyway.” Braidy said. He leant back, in serenity, beside his true love. They were sitting on a bench, in a fitness room, holding hands. Braidy looked so happy. Melida decided to spill the beans.

“Braidy, I’m in spring and summer classes to graduate in the fall, so I get a year off between school and an apprenticeship. Because I’m pregnant, and my parents won’t let me get an abortion. It’s been almost a month since I found out, and I think I’ve finally cycled the first three stages of grief,” Melida explained. “I didn’t want to say anything, because teen dads leave, and I love you.” Melida said. She felt tears chocking her again. She had so much fear, frustration, and hopelessness, swirling together. Like a tangled ball of fraying yarn. Braidy sat beside her, for what felt like an excruciatingly long silence. Melida could nearly hear the gears of his mind grind.

“I didn’t leave when I knew you’re a mage, and I’m not leaving if we start early. I’ll be here supporting you. Studying and working to be a physiotherapist, RN, and stuff.” Braidy shrugged. He was screaming inside, but meant everything he said. He loved her too much to back out now. Like he knew they gave each other a happily ever after, that ensured everything would be fine. Melida saved him from a dragon, like a stupid damsel in distress. Braidy leant in, and they kept holding hands on that plastic bench. Melida looked down at their shoes. She had a silver anklet with the rune of the wolf kingdom, that wouldn’t come off, and went over all her clothes. Then she noticed Braidy had a matching one in gold, with the rune for the dragon kingdom.

“Braidy, how did you figure out I’m a mage again?” Melida asked.

“Firstly, the dragon empathy. Secondly, you admitted it when I asked. Why? Are these anklets a mage thing?” Braidy asked. He joined Melida to look at their runners. He bumped his foot into hers. “I read a lot in hospital, after I noticed I had the darn thing. They can result from The True Love spell; When a kiss of true love happens, it makes an unbreakable ever burning passionate love. Thus, the true loves will never love again. Apparently if one of the parties is a mage before a community of witnesses, the pair gets anklets.” Braidy explained.

“That is some of the best, and most cursed magic I’ve learned. Unsurprisingly not mad about. You really go the extra mile. Thanks, Braidy.” Melida said. Even if they wanted to part, they were spell bound now. Which meant they were in this mess together.

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