Wistram was a world unto itself, with a different set of rules, a different kind of people. And yes, Ceria thought to herself as she cautiously opened her door, a different sense of time.<\/p>\n
This early in the morning the hallway was empty. Seemingly empty. But Ceria knew better than to step out incautiously. She whispered a spell as she stared hard at the floor and ceiling.<\/p>\n
\u201c[Detect Magic].\u201d<\/p>\n
The world faded. Colors became less vivid in Ceria\u2019s eyes, while others sprung out at her, as if they were the only real things in a blurred reality. And so when she looked again, Ceria could clearly see the hex that had been drawn on the flagstones in front of her door.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was a spell that would make the ground slippery like grease. Ceria moved to destroy the hex and then paused. She glanced suspiciously around the hex, and then peeked her head around the doorjamb. That\u2019s when she saw the second, far less obvious spell about to go off.<\/p>\n
She gritted her teeth. Ceria pushed mana into her hands and raised it. A jet of flame scorched the stone and disrupted the fragile matrix of the trap spell. The half-Elf grimly watched both spells disappear as she dared step outside at last.<\/p>\n
\u201cA shock spell? Dead gods. Those damn Human\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
She caught herself. She didn\u2019t know<\/em> it was a Human who\u2019d cast the spell. But she was pretty sure it was.<\/p>\n \u201cCharles de Trevalier.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria muttered his name as she stalked down the corridors towards the banquet hall. She was in no mood to wait for Pisces to get up\u2014he usually woke up late unless they had class in the mornings, anyways. So Ceria contented herself with grabbing some fruit and a piece of cheese and eating alone at one of the tables.<\/p>\n Two weeks had passed since she and Pisces had stolen the spellbook, or rather, reclaimed it from the library with Cognita\u2019s help. It wasn\u2019t really stealing, actually. True, other students had found the book and probably intended to retrieve it, but as Ceria and Pisces both pointed out to each other, they hadn\u2019t gotten to it in time.<\/p>\n Therefore the book was rightfully theirs, or rather, Pisces\u2019 property. Still, neither student had told a soul about what they\u2019d done, even Calvaron or Beatrice. A secret like that would be worth a huge amount and Ceria didn\u2019t want to risk having a bunch of older students angry at them.<\/p>\n Especially not at this time. There was less than a week left until the exam that would decide everything for Ceria. In five short days, she\u2019d be tested on her magical abilities and Skills, and demonstrate what spells she\u2019d learned while studying here.<\/p>\n In truth, this was as much of a test of her abilities as a student as it was her prowess as a mage before she\u2019d arrived at Wistram. Ceria had heard from Calvaron and Beatrice just what the tests measured.<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019ll look to see how powerful you are and<\/em> whether you picked up on the lessons. If you\u2019re talented in either respect, you\u2019ll gain points. So a good mage could get accepted on their abilities or someone who\u2019s mastered every lesson could get in solely based on that, but it\u2019s best to be outstanding in both areas.\u201d<\/p>\n They\u2019d be measured in many different areas, from their ability to control fundamental magic, to how they analyzed enchantments and held their cool in battle. There were several tests Ceria had practiced for, but it was the last one, a grueling obstacle course where the students would be allowed to use attack spells to get to the end quickly, that she was focused on.<\/p>\n After so long, Ceria knew how she ranked among the prospective students in Wistram. It was common knowledge; the entrance exams were the subject of quite a number of bets and power games, again according to Calvaron.<\/p>\n Your ranking was critically important, but Ceria knew it wasn\u2019t the only key to passing the exams. How much wealth you had\u2014or your family had\u2014and whether you were well liked by any influential mages could also be key.<\/p>\n Unfortunately, Ceria hadn\u2019t made any strong connections with anyone but Calvaron and Beatrice. She had no wealth besides the money she\u2019d scraped together for the application fee. So all she could rely on was her talent.<\/p>\n And to be fair, Ceria wasn\u2019t bad at magic. She had a higher level than most new students, and she was also quicker than most at picking up each lesson. However, the key here was \u2018better than most\u2019. Ceria wasn\u2019t at the top of her class; she was only gifted.<\/p>\n That wasn\u2019t reassuring. And to make it worse, Ceria knew someone who was consistently at the top of any class he took.<\/p>\n Pisces.<\/p>\n She hadn\u2019t realized it at first, but after nearly a month of hanging out with the young man and becoming friends, Ceria had realized he truly was a prodigy at magic.<\/p>\n Pisces could pick up a spell twice as fast as Ceria could. Worse, he had a finer control over his magic. His<\/em> lightning didn\u2019t spark all over the place, and he could remember almost everything he was taught in class with his memory alone.<\/p>\n It made Ceria incredibly jealous at times. She knew Pisces couldn\u2019t help being gifted anymore than she could give up her race\u2019s affinity with magic that let them channel mana better than any other species. And yet, she couldn\u2019t help but feel that in a few days he might be the one to stay while she left.<\/p>\n Hence, her decision to wake up so early. Ceria glumly chewed down the last of her fruit and finished the cheese. She normally liked to eat meat\u2014morning, noon and night and for a snack\u2014but she couldn\u2019t have a full stomach for what she was about to do.<\/p>\n Leaving her dishes where they were\u2014a Golem would come by and pick them up if some other students didn\u2019t levitate them to another table\u2014Ceria headed towards the entrance of Wistram. In truth, she\u2019d had little reason to leave the academy before now.<\/p>\n The half-Elf took a breath of the crisp morning air and then scowled as that crisp air turned out to be full of water. She spluttered as a wave crashing against the rocks of the isle sent a spray of water into her face.<\/p>\n \u201cNature.\u201d<\/p>\n She groused to herself as she stomped down the winding steps that led down to the large stone pier. The isle that was Wistram was really very small, in truth. Aside from the towering citadel that seemed to reach into the sky, there was only the docks and a separate bay where other ships could disgorge their cargo. Both were built out of stone and could hold dozens of vessels at a time, but Wistram had no grass or open areas to speak of.<\/p>\n All that was inside. Ceria had actually seen a large plaza filled with grass and trees in one part of Wistram, the top open to the sky. The magics that made up the citadel were such that the finite building that represented the outside couldn\u2019t hint at the full expanse of Wistram on the inside.<\/p>\n And yet today, Ceria left the steps and made her way down to a bunch of large boulders that protected Wistram from the direct impact of the tide. This early in the morning she saw only a few other mages about. Ceria found a secluded spot where she could stare out across the ocean and took a breath.<\/p>\n \u201cTime to practice.\u201d<\/p>\n The first thing she did was hurl a few orbs created with the [Light] spell. The shimmering spheres hovered in the air in front of Ceria, some relatively close, but others floated up to a hundred feet away. Ceria took a deep breath, and aimed carefully at the nearest one.<\/p>\n \u201c[Stone Dart]!\u201d<\/p>\n It was her favorite spell and the one she was most proficient at. The dagger of stone cut through the air with a whistling sound and pierced the center of the first ball of light. Ceria grinned triumphantly as it vanished.<\/p>\n She raised her hand and carefully aimed at the next orb. Ceria concentrated hard to make sure she was right on target; it wasn\u2019t just that she had to aim with her finger. The image of the floating orb was just as important in her mind; it could inform the angle and trajectory her spell took.<\/p>\n A second stone missile flew, and again the orb vanished soundlessly. The seagulls circling about the isle cawed raucously and the ocean waves blew up gouts of water while Ceria lined up her next shot.<\/p>\n She was practicing for the combat trial. Ceria knew most of the new students knew only a few combat spells and only Tier 1 spells at that. But she\u2019d actually fought before! True, she\u2019d only worked as a Bronze-rank adventurer to make ends meet now and then, but she was confident she could demonstrate her abilities in that section of the exam more than any other.<\/p>\n She just had to make sure her aim was spot-on. Thus, Ceria was practicing hitting the targets as they floated in the air. She\u2019d done it all the time back in the forests around her home, only then she\u2019d hunted animals and shot leaves out of trees. Here she had to make her own targets; she wasn\u2019t about to kill the seagulls just to practice. Unless one of them pooped on her head, that was.<\/p>\n Ceria found aiming at the nearest orbs of light easy. She could hit them in rapid succession once she\u2019d gotten her mental eye in. But past fifty feet her aim grew worse and worse. The wind blew her spells off course and she had to hit each ball of light in the center or she wouldn\u2019t destabilize the spell enough for it to vanish.<\/p>\n The final orb floated tantalizingly some one hundred and twenty feet away. Ceria cursed as she launched dart after dart at it, growing more tired with each shot. She could only fire about thirty or so before she had to rest and she was nearing her limit even with the short break she\u2019d took.<\/p>\n But she was determined to hit it. Ceria waited for the wind to die down and then shot a dart across the ocean. She held her breath as she stared at the orb of light and then flung her arms out in success as it went out.<\/p>\n Only when she had finally shot down the last floating orb did Ceria realize she had an audience. She turned and nearly had a heart attack as she saw a cluster of mages, all far older than any of the students Ceria hung out with\u2014watching her.<\/p>\n These were true mages, the ones who\u2019d stopped being students and now either taught classes or studied magic on their own. Men and women in robes, Drakes, Lizardfolk\u2014standing a ways away from the Drakes\u2014a Dullahan and one of the Stitch People regarded Ceria silently. Ceria saw a bird-man standing next to two women she recognized.<\/p>\n Her heart stopped. There, standing with the mages was Illphres. And standing next to her, smiling slightly was none other than Amerys, one of the King\u2019s Seven.<\/p>\n The Calm Flower of the Battlefield. One of the King of Destruction\u2019s generals, who had conquered a continent and threatened the world. Ceria forgot she was a fellow mage for a second and froze in panic.<\/p>\n But these mages\u2014why were they here? Had she broken a rule for some reason? Only, they didn\u2019t seem angry. They were just watching her. Some looked amused, others, considering.<\/p>\n \u201cUm.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria could barely breathe. The mages regarded her for another silent moment, and then they moved off, as if they were done. Several leapt impossibly high into the air and floated down to rocks closer to the waves\u2014others simply walked off in different directions around the isle.<\/p>\n Only one mage stayed. Illphres. She approached Ceria, moving slowly, face unreadable. She passed a hand over her lips and then Ceria saw a smile appear. It was slightly mocking.<\/p>\n \u201cSloppy aim.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYour aim is bad. You took far too long to hit that last target.\u201d<\/p>\n Illphres nodded slowly to the ocean. Ceria felt herself blush hotly as she realized all the mages had seen her struggle to hit her final target.<\/p>\n \u201cI got it in the end!\u201d<\/p>\n She was angry that they\u2019d seen her, but angrier at Illphres for lecturing her. The mage passed a hand over her face and Ceria saw her smirking now.<\/p>\n \u201cYou can hit a stationary target, but you don\u2019t compensate for the wind. If that was a Goblin archer he would have shot you full of arrows by now.\u201d<\/p>\n That stung because it was true. Ceria replied sharply.<\/p>\n \u201cSo I suppose you\u2019re telling me you can aim better?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course. Watch.\u201d<\/p>\n Illphres pointed, and Ceria looked up. She saw only the sky, and a flock of seagulls looking for scraps or perhaps a tasty mollusk washed up by the tides. The ice mage gestured, and one of the passing seagulls suddenly squawked<\/em> in terror and plummeted towards the ocean. Ice had encased both of its wings.<\/p>\n Ceria bit her lip. That was a masterful shot; she\u2019d barely seen the streak of light that had shot from Illphres\u2019 hand to hit the bird. But killing an animal just to prove a point seemed wrong to her.<\/p>\n But the seagull never hit the water. A few feet before it would have smacked into the surf pounding the rocks around Wistram it suddenly flapped its wings and flew back upwards, still making sounds of distress. Ceria saw the ice on its wings flaking off, melting with rapid speed.<\/p>\n The gull flew off, and Illphres turned back to Ceria. She passed a hand over her face and looked expressionlessly at Ceria again.<\/p>\n \u201cEverything is a moving target. You\u2019ll never improve by aiming at stationary points.\u201d<\/p>\n It was all true, but Ceria just couldn\u2019t accept the lecture. She pointed at Illphres angrily.<\/p>\n \u201cTeach me, then! Show me how to cast better spells!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMelt my ice first.\u201d<\/p>\n Illphres looked at Ceria, and the half-Elf didn\u2019t know what to say in reply. Illphres walked off, leaving Ceria alone to fume.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Ceria didn\u2019t stay long after her encounter with the mages. She saw them standing on the rocks, doing something close to what she\u2019d done. The only difference was the scale. Instead of sending out orbs of light, some created actual illusions of monsters or incoming spells which they in turn warded against or shot down with their own magic.<\/p>\n She saw Illphres shooting countless discs of frozen ice up into the air at extreme speed and then bolts of lightning catching each one and blasting it to bits. Amerys did that for about ten minutes before she switched and started conjuring birds made of electricity which Illphres shot down in turn.<\/p>\n So. Other mages did what she did? Ceria walked back to Wistram, thoroughly humiliated and not a little bit angry. It was still early and she debated going back to the banquet hall for a second breakfast and to meet up with Pisces before class today. But she paused when she saw him in the hallway.<\/p>\n He wasn\u2019t alone. Pisces was talking with another Human\u2014a young man Ceria recognized with a sinking feeling in her stomach. He had a pointy noise and far too gangly legs in her opinion, but he was attired in rich, colorful clothing like a [Lord]. Which he was, she supposed. It wasn\u2019t Charles himself, but one of his good friends.<\/p>\n Timor du Havrington.<\/p>\n He looked condescending as ever, but what was he doing here talking to Pisces<\/em> of all people? Ceria stared down the busy corridor full of students hurrying about. He and Pisces were talking while they stood next to an intersection. About what?<\/p>\n About her?<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t want Pisces to see her. Ceria pressed her back against a wall and then realized that was stupid. Instead, she mingled with a group of students going one way, watching Pisces out of the corner of her eye as she walked.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026happen to agree with you on that point, Havrington. However\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n That was all she heard as she passed by. Ceria desperately wanted to turn and look back, but she was afraid of being spotted. And afraid, perhaps, of what she might hear. She slowly made her way back to her room and only saw Pisces again during lunch.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cWell, well. If it isn\u2019t my favorite half-Elf! Where\u2019ve you been Ceria? We missed you at breakfast! Wait\u2014don\u2019t tell me. I already know.\u201d<\/p>\n Calvaron\u2019s cheerful greeting made Ceria want to pull his tail. She scowled at him and ducked as a flash of magic flew overhead. He and Beatrice didn\u2019t seem to notice, but then, they\u2019d erected a shield spell around their table.<\/p>\n \u201cHi Calvaron. Hi, Beatrice. What in the name of tree fungus is going on?\u201d<\/p>\n She pointed across the hall at the circle of students watching two mages exchange blasts of magic, but Calvaron began laughing instead.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat in the name of\u2014did you hear that Beatrice? Did you hear what she said? Do all half-Elves swear by plants?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI did. Be polite.\u201d<\/p>\n Beatrice slapped Calvaron on the shoulder and pointed towards the two fighting mages.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s a duel. Seric and Zepheral are quarrelling over a wand one of them found in an unexplored room. The winner gets to keep it.\u201d<\/p>\n Calvaron nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cWant to place a bet? The smart money\u2019s on Seric, but Zepheral could pull it off. I\u2019ve got three-to-one odds on Seric.\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces, eying the battle warily, ducked as a stray arrow of light splashed across the top of their shield.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m ah, more worried about our safety. Do such duels occur often?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWorried? Hey, this shield spell won\u2019t break from a stray shot! And yes, duels are fairly common. I\u2019m surprised you haven\u2019t seen any before, but then, the Council likes to ease you new students into life here. Can\u2019t have fights breaking out on the first day.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd students duel for money, pride, what?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnything and everything, Ceria! It\u2019s like secrets; just another way for a mage to get ahead if they so choose. And you don\u2019t have to fight with spells\u2014there are spoken debates too.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces\u2019 eyes lit up at that. Calvaron wagged a finger.<\/p>\n \u201cAh, ah. They\u2019re usually decided by collective vote, so don\u2019t go thinking the student who knows the most words wins, Pisces. It\u2019s actually quite tricky, since you can\u2019t rely on personal magnetism to win the debate. Those who vote have to answer under truth spell who made the more convincing argument.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAll the more reason for me to attempt this. You say you can win money with this?\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces grinned at Ceria, who had to force herself to smile back. Calvaron nodded, wincing good-naturedly as a cry went up from the crowd watching the duel.<\/p>\n \u201cStudents duel with magic and words in the halls of Wistram. Well, I say students, but all the [Mages] here do it. The older ones just do it with a lot more pomp and ceremony. Ooh! Looks like Seric\u2019s going to win this one. Did you see that, Beatrice? [Air Volt]. Right to the chest! Zepheral\u2019s not walking away from that one.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLooks like I win my bet. Good.\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces and Ceria watched as the crowd began to disperse. Apparently Seric had won, and some students were helping to magically carry Zepheral\u2014the unconscious Drake\u2014away.<\/p>\n \u201cNever a quiet moment in Wistram, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou know it. But Ceria, I hear you had an interesting encounter this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces turned, eyebrows raised and Ceria scowled at the Centaur.<\/p>\n \u201cDead gods, Calvaron! Do you keep your ear pinned to the ground or something?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOnly when it involves my friends. And quite a few people saw you practicing outside. And how you ran into all the other mages too.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria covered her face as Pisces demanded and received an explanation.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy were they out there? I thought I\u2019d be alone that early in the morning.\u201d<\/p>\n Beatrice blinked slowly at Ceria as she scratched an itch on the back of her head.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t you know? All the mages inclined towards combat get up early to train. They probably wondered whether you wanted to join them.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh bark mold.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria put her head in her hands and groaned as Pisces and Calvaron laughed.<\/p>\n \u201cShut up! I didn\u2019t know, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t fret, Springwalker. Look at it this way; attracting their attention can\u2019t hurt you, especially if they think you might be an asset to the academy.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt can if they saw how badly I did! I was trying to get back my aim in secret!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, you should have practiced elsewhere. The rocks around the academy are a favorite spot for all mages to practice. Less bodies to hit if their aim\u2019s off, you see.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t know you were practicing. Was it for the exam?\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces looked at Ceria with a frown. She nodded, not meeting his eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cCeria\u2019s got the right idea, Pisces. She\u2019s rated high for passing the combat portion ahead of most of the students. You should just try and get top marks in other areas. Mind you, you might have a shot at doing well in the combat portion too, given that no one\u2019s taken classes in combat magic so far.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThanks to Illphres.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI hate her so much.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria mumbled to herself as she stuffed her mouth full of cottage cheese. Calvaron shrugged.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not good for anyone, but hey, after the exams I\u2019m sure the Council will find someone else to teach you lot. They can\u2019t have you not being taught for an entire year.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cToo late if we fail.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re so pessimistic! But hey, speaking of Illphres, did you know that Charles de Trevalier got into her classroom?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces and Ceria both stared at Calvaron in shock. He nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cApparently, your good friend Charles was seen in the classroom. He caused a big commotion, calling for Illphres to come and teach him.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo she taught him, then? How\u2019d he manage to get past the ice?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s the thing.\u201d<\/p>\n Calvaron\u2019s eyes twinkled in amusement.<\/p>\n \u201cHe got in, but apparently he got someone else to melt the ice for him. Anyways, it was obvious he hadn\u2019t done it himself, so Illphres said it didn\u2019t count. I heard she and Rievan were arguing about it and she nearly froze his face off. He\u2019s probably the one who did it, although it must have been a struggle.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRievan and Charles are working together?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria exchanged a horrified glance with Pisces. She\u2019d noticed Rievan didn\u2019t pick on Charles nearly as much for his failures, but she hadn\u2019t expected the two people who hated her most to join forces. Calvaron nodded seriously.<\/p>\n \u201cOh yes, Charles is heavily in Rievan\u2019s camp now. He\u2019s part of the Libertarian faction for sure. They\u2019ll love having someone with his family\u2019s deep pockets and influence, that\u2019s certain. And if they throw a bit of help back towards his family when they\u2019re having their own political battles, well, everyone wins.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGreat. Just great.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria put her head down on the table. Pisces patted her gingerly on the back while Calvaron and Beatrice discussed what they\u2019d do with their winnings.<\/p>\n \u201cI think this is a great time to break out that drink I just bought. Beatrice, can you get some more quiches? Or maybe some of those eggrolls\u2014or just cold cuts of meat? I\u2019m told this goes well with spicy food, but I hate spices.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOn it.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dullahan left the table as Ceria raised her head in time to see Calvaron producing two glasses and a bottle and placing them on the table. He had a very limited bag of holding that let him carry objects around.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s this? Are you drinking at lunch?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJust a bit, just a bit. I made a good bundle betting on that duel. And this is a treat. Here\u2014Pisces will you hold this bottle? I need to get this out\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s that? Salt?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria watched disbelievingly as Calvaron took out a small pouch of salt and began to add it to the rims of the glasses. He lined one and then poured some of the pale lime-colored liquid into the glass.<\/p>\n \u201cThere we are. Mm. This smells good. This, my dear Ceria, is called a Sand Tumbler\u2014it\u2019s an alcohol made with limes and lemons, I think. Don\u2019t ask me why it\u2019s called that. It\u2019s a tasty drink\u2014an alcohol I just bought from a ship captain who had a cargo full of drinks.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut salt?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s part of how you drink it. Again, don\u2019t ask me why. But it\u2014ooh, it does taste good! Here, Beatrice, you have to have one of these!\u201d<\/p>\n Calvaron sipped from his glass with appreciation and delight. Beatrice, returned with a platter of food, reached for her own glass to prepare it like he had. Calvaron drank his, but objected when he saw Beatrice sprinkling the salt.<\/p>\n \u201cAw, Beatrice! Don\u2019t put salt in<\/em> the glass! A Sand Tumbler is supposed to have it on the rim. It adds to the taste!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI like salt. What about on the ice?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, no! It\u2019ll melt the ice and\u2014look, let me do it, alright?\u201d<\/p>\n Huffily, he showed Beatrice how to prepare the glass properly. When she was sipping it with apparent appreciation he turned back to Ceria and Pisces.<\/p>\n \u201cI like to treat myself to the latest delicacy when I can afford it. Did you know this comes from Chandrar? It\u2019s very refreshing\u2014do either of you want to try one?\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces declined. Ceria was sorely tempted, but she knew she had better spend all her time studying, not drinking.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019ve got to cram as much as we can right now, Calvaron. I\u2019d love to stay, but unless you want to show us how to decipher complex enchantments\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n He groaned and Beatrice rolled her eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cDead gods, I\u2019d rather let Illphres use me as a target than study that again. You two go study. Good luck!\u201d<\/p>\n The two students left Calvaron and Beatrice to share their drink with a few students who\u2019d drifted over, lured by the call of alcohol and snacks. Pisces was excited about the duel and Ceria was quiet, conflicted by her doubts.<\/p>\n \u201cI do believe I might actually participate in a duel. Not a physical one\u2014I\u2019d rather not get hurt\u2014but a verbal duel sounds promising! I might make some spending coin off of it. What do you think, do I have a chance?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIf your opponent gets half as confused as I do, you\u2019ll win for certain.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria smiled weakly at Pisces as they walked into his room. It had become their place to study, mainly because it was so convenient. And it had a balcony. He eagerly began spreading his notes over his bed and table as Ceria took a chair.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat shall we focus on today? I thought we might work on our spell composition. I know that Rievan\u2019s focused on it a lot already, but I think there\u2019s room to improve.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUm, Pisces.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked up as Ceria spoke quietly. Her heart was pounding, but she had to know.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEarlier this morning, I saw you talking with Timor. What was that about?\u201d<\/p>\n She watched his face anxiously. Pisces wasn\u2019t a good liar, Ceria knew. Or she thought she knew. He paused, and scratched at his hair as if trying to remember.<\/p>\n \u201cHim? Oh that\u2014nothing of consequence. I was just on my way to breakfast and he stopped me\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPisces, please. I have to know.\u201d<\/p>\n He paused, and then turned to look Ceria in the eye. Pisces sighed, and took a seat on his bed.<\/p>\n \u201cTimor did, in fact approach me this morning to extend an invitation to me. To join him and Charles in their\u2026faction. The Libertarians. They offered me quite a few incentives.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria felt a hand squeezing at her heart. It wasn\u2019t what she\u2019d feared, but it still made her worried.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd? What did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI refused him outright, of course!\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces looked indignant and hurt that Ceria had to ask. He stood up, smoothing his robes.<\/p>\n \u201cI told him no, but he kept pestering me. He wanted me to abandon my friendship with you so I could add my abilities to Charles and support him. I\u2019ve apparently got good odds to pass the exam and the Libertarians want every new student they can get.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy\u2019d you say no? They can offer you a lot more than you\u2019d get by being independent.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHardly. You know what Calvaron said about factions.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, but\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria trailed off miserably. She didn\u2019t want to suspect her friend, but she did. Pisces looked at her, and his tone softened.<\/p>\n \u201cCeria, I turned him down. I would never join with him. You are my\u2026friend.\u201d<\/p>\n He said the word cautiously. Ceria blinked up at him and Pisces colored. He turned and spoke rapidly.<\/p>\n \u201cBesides, Timor\u2019s offer was quite disingenuous, I felt. I am completely disinclined to subsume myself into a close-minded group that bows to the most influential member without discourse or free thought. Your company\u2014and that of the other myriad members of each species\u2014is far more pleasant for me.\u201d<\/p>\n That was what he said, but his real meaning was far easier to understand. Ceria surprised herself by standing up and giving Pisces a quick hug.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re a good friend Pisces, but you talk too much.\u201d<\/p>\n He grinned at her, embarrassed, but pleased.<\/p>\n \u201cSo I\u2019ve been told. Were you really that worried?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot really\u2014well, okay, a bit. Charles has it out for me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know he doesn\u2019t like you, but do you really think he would try to get to you through me?\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces frowned, but Ceria nodded with conviction.<\/p>\n \u201cPositive. He doesn\u2019t do anything openly, but you heard Calvaron. Charles is allied with Rievan and I think he\u2019s been doing other stuff in secret. I\u2019ve been finding trap spells and hexes around my room every few days when I wake up. I think he and his friends are planting them there each night.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t know about this! Why didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces looked outraged. He eyed Ceria and then turned red.<\/p>\n \u201cYou thought I <\/em>was the one doing it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI was wrong, okay? Look, Pisces. I know you\u2019re a good friend. I do. But you\u2019re Human and there\u2019s a history between my people and yours.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo I\u2019ve been given to understand, but this much? Charles didn\u2019t like you on sight, but why? Is there really that much animosity?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria nodded tiredly. She wasn\u2019t surprised Pisces didn\u2019t know; if he\u2019d grown up away from half-Elves or in a different nation he wouldn\u2019t have the same perspective.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m a half-Elf. He\u2019s a Human noble. At one time my people ruled over most of Terandria and enslaved Humans. It\u2019s a longstanding grudge and it\u2019s not as if Humans and half-Elves have gotten along splendidly since then. I\u2019ll just bet Charles is from one of the Human families my people used to enslave.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAh.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOr it could just be he hates half-Elves. Some Humans just hate other species. Stitch-people are widely accepted although some people get freaked out by them, but half-Elves are much more disliked. Lots of Humans hate us just for being, well, half Elf.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, but you\u2019re a bit strange.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces grinned. Ceria smiled at him and felt better. He cleared his throat, looking at his scattered notes.<\/p>\n \u201cNot to change the topic, but regardless of whether Charles is planning something, if we don\u2019t study we\u2019ll fail the exams anyways. Should we get to work?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAbsolutely. Come on, let\u2019s practice. Show me how you get your lightning to go straight, will you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n That night, Ceria slept more soundly than she had for a few days. But she was woken up just past midnight by a loud scream just outside her door. She sat up, heart pounding as she heard panicked voices outside.<\/p>\n \u201cAah!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are <\/em>they?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria heard shouting as she ran to wrench her door open. When she raced out into the corridor, hands ablaze with fire, ready to throw it at whoever was outside, she saw retreating shapes running down the corridor. They were being followed by a stream of\u2026<\/p>\n \u201cCeria?\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces yanked open his door, looking bleary-eyed and confused. He stared around, but now the corridor was deserted. A few other students were opening their doors as well, wondering what was going on.<\/p>\n \u201cI think they were trying to put a trap on my door again. But something chased them off.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow strange.\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces looked innocent. Too innocent. Ceria squinted at him suspiciously.<\/p>\n \u201cYou did something, didn\u2019t you? What chased them off?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMice, I believe. I ah, cast a spell to attract a few of them.\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces grinned at Ceria and closed the door. She stared at it and smiled before going to sleep. If the next day Calvaron pointed out a few Human students with small bites all over their arms and legs, neither Pisces nor Ceria commented on it. Some secrets were just that: secret.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n In the last few panicked days of studying, one last important thing happened as Ceria and Pisces were studying. Both mages poured over the spellbook they\u2019d taken from the library each night before they went to sleep. Ceria had given up on learning [Stone Fist] in time\u2014she thought with a week or two she might do it, but not when she had to devote her time to memorizing all her lessons.<\/p>\n But Pisces doggedly worked at decoding the spell he\u2019d focused on. And as Ceria was sitting with her back to a wall in his room, trying to create the perfect [Stone Dart] to use as a model for her spells, he suddenly exclaimed and shot to his feet.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve figured it out!\u201d<\/p>\n She looked up. Pisces was waving his arms about. He took a step\u2014and suddenly blurred, appearing several feet forwards in an instant. She gaped. He turned to her triumphantly ecstatic.<\/p>\n \u201cLook, look! Ceria, look! I can do the spell!\u201d<\/p>\n He took another step and vanished. Ceria heard a yelp and saw him reappear and knock over the desk. Pisces jumped about and cradled his shin. She was dumbstruck.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? But how?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c[Flash Step]! I told you I could learn it! It\u2019s so useful! See\u2014look at this!\u201d<\/p>\n He took another step and appeared right in front of Ceria. She recoiled, but Pisces just grabbed her hands.<\/p>\n \u201cI did it, Ceria! It\u2019s so wonderful.\u201d<\/p>\n He stepped away from her, disappearing and reappearing again. Ceria watched, open-mouthed. Pisces took a deep breath.<\/p>\n \u201cIt works. And I can use it. If I\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n He broke off, and began to mumble to himself. Ceria just stared at him. He\u2019d really done it. And so quickly! It had been what, less than three weeks? She couldn\u2019t imagine any other new student learning a Tier 3 spell so quickly.<\/p>\n But he\u2019d done it. And now Pisces did something that made Ceria go speechless. He took another step and disappeared. Reappeared. He wasn\u2019t teleporting, but rather moving so quickly around the room that he generated his own gusts of wind. But Pisces wasn\u2019t doing it randomly.<\/p>\n He moved about the room, slower now. Ceria watched, mouth slightly open as she saw Pisces\u2019 energetic leaping about turn into something else.<\/p>\n Was it a dance? Ceria had seen a waltz before, and what Pisces did now looked similar. His feet moved slowly, but with each step he flicked a few feet away. And yet, not once did he crash into a wall. Slowly, Pisces circled the room, stepping, turning, one arm on his hip, the other held outwards.<\/p>\n Turn, step, pivot, step. Pisces snatched up his rapier and then it was in his hands. He circled the small room, vanishing from sight and reappearing, facing off against some imaginary opponent. Just\u2026circling.<\/p>\n If he hadn\u2019t been using [Flash Step], Pisces would have just been moving about in a complicated dance of steps with rapier in hand, to better maneuver around his opponent. But with the spell he was suddenly impossible to predict. He moved about Ceria and she was sure that if she had a sword she\u2019d be hard pressed to strike at him.<\/p>\n Still, that wasn\u2019t what kept her eyes on Pisces. It was that he never hit anything. His room was large, yes, but even so, one careless step or moving a bit too far with the [Flash Step] spell would send him face-first into one of the stone walls. Yet Pisces never hit anything. He moved around gracefully, exerting perfect control over a spell he\u2019d learned just moments ago.<\/p>\n Pisces walked for a long time, rapier held at the ready, doing a dance that made it appear like there were ten versions of him in the room at once, all flicking in and out of sight. Ceria watched silently, spellbook in hand. She stared at the young man, eyes closed, face upturned. She wondered who he was, who he had been before he had come here.<\/p>\n He was a genius. Pure and simple. And she envied him and delighted in the fact that he was her friend. A Human. A Human she could call friend.<\/p>\n She wanted to keep studying with him. She wanted to pass the exam. But when Ceria looked at Pisces, dancing about with flawless perfection, she knew she\u2019d never be able to copy what he did. So Ceria bent down over her spellbook and got back to studying. She had to pass.<\/p>\n She had to.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n The day of the exam, all the prospective students gathered in front of the double doors where their exam would take place. Ceria supposed finding the spot was an exam in itself; any student who couldn\u2019t navigate Wistram\u2019s halls by now deserved to fail.<\/p>\n All of the students stood talking or practicing spells by themselves or in small groups. Ceria was with Pisces. Neither student had had the stomach to eat much this morning. They\u2019d already been wished well by Calvaron, Beatrice, and a few other students who were rooting for them.<\/p>\n Now Ceria stared at the two marble doors, wondering why anyone would bother making doors out of marble so she didn\u2019t worry about how she was going to perform. There could be no mistakes, she knew. If she failed, or if she took more than one try to do something, it would be noted by the mages who\u2019d gathered to watch.<\/p>\n There weren\u2019t a dedicated group of examiners for the test. Some mages like the teachers had to attend, but all the mages had a voice in choosing who would pass and who would fail. That made Ceria worried.<\/p>\n Very worried, especially when she saw Rievan talking with Charles and a group of his friends off to one side. The young man looked too relaxed, and so did Timor and a few other of his friends.<\/p>\n \u201cI bet they\u2019ll pass one way or another. If Rievan can\u2019t get them through, Charles and Timor can just pay their way in.\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces muttered that to Ceria. She nodded, glaring at Charles. He looked over and saw her. Before Ceria could debate whether to look away he was approaching.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t fight, Ceria.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n She murmured it and then looked up to glare at Charles.<\/p>\n \u201cSomething you want, Charles?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s Charles de Trevalier to you, half-Elf. And this hallway is free for anyone to use, as is Wistram. Not that your people would know what being free meant.\u201d<\/p>\n Timor sniggered behind Charles. Ceria saw some heads turn, but she was in no mood to spar with Charles. She shot back at the young man.<\/p>\n \u201cGo boil yourself. You smell like rotted fish.\u201d<\/p>\n Charles\u2019 nose turned white with outrage, but before he could retort, Ceria walked away from him. Pisces followed, grinning happily.<\/p>\n \u201cI do believe that was the most civil conversation you\u2019ve had with him.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIf I fail the exam, it\u2019ll be the last. That would be the one silver lining.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt won\u2019t come to that. We\u2019ve studied.\u201d<\/p>\n He squeezed her arm, and Ceria smiled at him. And then, before both students were ready, the doors opened. A mage stepped out, making the students go instantly quiet as if he\u2019d cast a [Silence] spell.<\/p>\n \u201cCome in groups of eight! Order has no meaning.\u201d<\/p>\n The exams were beginning. Caught off-guard, some students fearfully retreated, not wanting to be the first ones in. Others decided that boldness might earn them points and headed in. Ceria and Pisces held back until the third group, and then took the exam.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cA large number of applicants this year.\u201d<\/p>\n The mages who\u2019d gathered to watch the new students take the tests were a diverse group, both in race and faction. Of course, every group in Wistram wanted to evaluate promising students, but some had come to support their candidate, or just to mingle and talk amongst themselves.<\/p>\n Some were here against their will, too. Illphres stood with a group of influential mages, both in power and status, scowling as she stared at the students casting magic under the instruction of a mage performing the test. A few feet away from her, Rievan hovered, not quite in the group which consisted of mages from every major faction, but unwilling to mingle with other mages. He kept interjecting comments or agreeing with a comment from one of the mages which several found quite annoying.<\/p>\n \u201cToo many students is what I think. This is taking too long.\u201d<\/p>\n Illphres folded her arms. The scowl on her face didn\u2019t change until she passed a hand over her face and it returned to its expressionless stare. The mage standing next to Illphres, a tall Dullahan with his head held up to stare at the students, chuckled. He was unusually talkative and good-natured for a Dullahan, which meant he was about normal when compared to how much Humans acted out.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019d say that if we had one applicant, Illphres. But some of these candidates are genuinely talented. Look at those two. The half-Elf and the young Human on the left side. See?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI see. So what?\u201d<\/p>\n A pale Selphid, hair dyed dark blue, stroked his beard thoughtfully as he studied Pisces and Ceria showing off their control of magic with the other students.<\/p>\n \u201cA half-Elf? She\u2019s not bad and they do have more talent than most. But the Human next to her\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGifted.\u201d<\/p>\n One of the Lizardfolk said that. She was a tall, sinuous woman with a head that resembled a cobra\u2019s. Her arms and legs were longer than a Drake\u2019s and she was distinctly reptilian, whereas the Drakes more closely resembled Humans and their draconic ancestors. She nodded at Pisces approvingly as he demonstrated his perfect control over the [Electric Jolt] spell.<\/p>\n \u201cOoh yes. I like him. He\u2019s very good. We should accept him.\u201d<\/p>\n Rievan raised his voice hurriedly as the others agreed.<\/p>\n \u201cWe haven\u2019t finished the tests, Quexia. I think there\u2019s still more considerations to be made. I told you, we\u2019ve already seen some good candidates. Charles de Trevalier for instance is quite talented for being so new to the craft\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShut up, Rievan. No one\u2019s interested in a lordling with money. He can buy his way in if he wants, but he\u2019s as talented as my left toe. Less.\u201d<\/p>\n Illphres interrupted without looking at the mage. Rievan flushed angrily, but dared not reply. He glared instead at Pisces and Ceria, fervently wishing bad luck on them.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Ceria felt like she was making a mistake every time she cast a spell. She was so nervous her hands shook. It didn\u2019t help matters that she\u2019d spotted Rievan among the watching mages, and he seemed like he was trying to cast a spell on her with his eyes alone. Ceria was pretty sure that was impossible, but it added to the pressure she felt.<\/p>\n She felt herself getting tired and worried\u2014and a bit lightheaded because she\u2019d forgotten to eat enough! And always, she could feel Rievan\u2019s gaze on her. It made Ceria make simple, stupid mistakes a few times and she berated herself for slipping up.<\/p>\n The exams were exhaustive. Even with eight or more students being tested at a time, they took a while. Ceria had to do everything from repeat lessons on magical theory to demonstrate spells they\u2019d learned, or pick out dangerous artifacts from a lineup presented to her. Some of the tests were easy, just to make sure she knew what she was doing, but others were fiendishly hard, so that the best students could distinguish themselves.<\/p>\n Ceria did passably well at everything. She was proud of herself for picking out an artifact that would have caused horrible itching out of a lineup when everyone but Pisces had missed it, and mortified when her [Stone Dart] spell was found to have an imperfection in its composition. But she thought she hadn\u2019t done anything too <\/em>badly wrong, so Ceria kept going.<\/p>\n Soon, she and the other students were done with all but one of the tests and she had to lean exhaustedly against a wall as Pisces nervously paced back and forth around her. There was only one test left, and Ceria tried to gather all of her wits about her for it.<\/p>\n \u201cAlright, the combat test is next. You, students. Twenty of you come with me. The rest of you will have to wait.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria\u2019s stomach twisted into a knot as she heard those words. This was it. Time to prove she could fight as well as cast magic. She didn\u2019t join the second group, but told Pisces she was going in the next one.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll go with you. Just don\u2019t hit me with a spell, please.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019ll just dodge it if I do. Are you going to [Flash Step] your way to the end? And why\u2019d you bring your rapier? You won\u2019t need it!\u201d<\/p>\n He grinned at her nervously, hands shaking. He had buckled the rapier to a belt over his robes which made him look slightly ridiculous, but Ceria hadn\u2019t told him that.<\/p>\n \u201cI might. I have no idea what\u2019s going to be on the test. Did you know, last year Calvaron said the examinees had to fight a Troll?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThey did not! Who\u2019d be stupid enough to pit new mages against a Troll? They\u2019d be dead in a heartbeat!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m just saying\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The doors opened. Ceria jumped, and walked towards the mage before he announced they were ready for the next group. She heard a groan as Pisces joined her.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat, what?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLook to your right. See who\u2019s joining us?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria turned and saw Charles and Timor and two of their friends standing with the mages. Her heart sank as they smirked at her.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are they doing?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know. They can\u2019t interfere during the exam. Not with all the mages watching\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI guess.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria wasn\u2019t so sure, but there was no time to do anything. The mage took them down a corridor, and then Ceria entered into a strange corridor.<\/p>\n The walls, the ceiling, the floor seemed\u2026vaguely transparent. Ceria gasped as she saw the stones were actually ghostly replicas of the real thing. And yet, the mage assured them the corridor was solid.<\/p>\n \u201cMages will be watching from the outside. Ignore them. Your only job is to prove you can navigate your way down the corridor and pass the other obstacles with your own magic. If you fail, just say so and you will be removed. Your speed, ability to handle each obstacle, and resourcefulness will all be taken into consideration. You will begin when I say so.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria eyed the empty stone corridor with trepidation. She had no idea what was ahead of her, but she was bursting with nervous energy. Beside her, she felt Pisces tensing.<\/p>\n \u201cNow!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n At the mage\u2019s words the students started. Ceria took two steps forward and ducked<\/em> as a fireball came hurtling down the corridor towards the group of students. Half of them screamed, one fainted, and Pisces vanished.<\/p>\n \u201cCeria!\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Standing together watching the students make their way through the first part of the combat test, the mages chortled as the fake [Fireball] spell burst harmlessly among the group, showering them with fire.<\/p>\n \u201cI never stop enjoying that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOne of the students has fainted? Well, I think he\u2019s out.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDid you see that, though? The half-Elf dodged most of the blast, but that young man avoided it completely!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c[Flash Step]. At his age? Impressive.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNow, how will they do with the traps? Oh? Looks like that half-Elf is quite daring. Isn\u2019t she the one I saw practicing in the morning?\u201d<\/p>\n Illphres watched Ceria navigating the traps ahead of the others. She was doing well, avoiding or disarming the ones in front of her.<\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019s nothing special.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, she\u2019s doing well enough. Oh, look. That Trevalier boy\u2019s set off three traps. Hah!\u201d<\/p>\n Rievan ground his teeth as he watched the students move through the hallways of traps. But he comforted himself, knowing what came next.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cMonsters!\u201d<\/p>\n Someone screamed that, which made Ceria want to kick them. She dove out of the way as a shimmering bird that seemed to be made of light dove at her. Of course it was a monster! If you had the time to shout it, you might as well cast a spell!<\/p>\n \u201c[Stone Dart]!\u201d<\/p>\n She shot the bird through the head and it dissipated into fragments of light. All around her, students were fighting a swarm of magical creatures, the next part of the gauntlet that was their combat test. Ceria had gotten into the room first, but she\u2019d been hard-pressed to progress. Some of the illusions were the circling birds who dove at you from overhead, but there was a huge Troll guarding the exit and she was wary of getting close.<\/p>\n \u201cA damn Troll?<\/em> Someone\u2019s got a sick sense of humor!\u201d<\/p>\n She growled as she shot down a huge wolf that was running at her, mouth open. All the illusions seemed so real!<\/em> She\u2019d already been hit twice, but instead of being injured, the apparitions had left bright, shining marks where they\u2019d struck her.<\/p>\n Ceria was determined not to get hit again. She saw some students scream as a flock of the shimmering birds dove at them. Pisces was blinking around the room, dodging desperately and she saw most of the other students were huddled near the entrance of the trap corridor, throwing spells desperately.<\/p>\n This was her chance. Ceria called all the mana she could into her fingers and aimed at the swarm.<\/p>\n \u201c[Stone Dart]!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n This time not one dart flew, but a score of them. Ceria fired the spell repeatedly, shooting jagged shards of rocks into the swarm, trying to hit as many birds as possible.<\/p>\n A score of the shimmering birds fell, the light-flesh of their bodies shattering and fading as they struck the floor. Ceria grinned as she ran forwards at the head of the group. There were still monsters left, but she had a clear shot to the Troll.<\/p>\n This<\/em> was what she\u2019d been practicing for! Ceria raised her finger, aiming for the Troll\u2019s vulnerable eyes\u2014<\/p>\n And felt something crash into the back of her head. She stumbled, and the world went dark. Something had hit her. But this was a test. What\u2014?<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cThat damn brat! He hit the half-Elf on purpose!\u201d<\/p>\n Some of the mages were calling out in outrage. Rievan was raising his voice, trying to placate them.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was an accident. A slip of the finger!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWas this your plan? If this is what the Libertarians call fair, I won\u2019t have it! I demand a retrial!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNow? You\u2019ve got to be joking. We saw the half-Elf go down by accident.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy tail it was an accident!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s too late to retry. We\u2019ll just have to judge her by what we\u2019ve seen. That\u2019s fair. And as for that boy, I doubt he\u2019s passing.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019ll just buy his way in! This is outrageous\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Rievan let the debate rage hotly among the other mages, sometimes shouting in support, but no longer trying to shift the argument. It was done. Ceria was lying on the ground. She couldn\u2019t distinguish herself further in this trial. A redo of the test was unlikely, he knew. Some mages might shout, but no one wanted to give one student special treatment.<\/p>\n He stared at the examinees, smiling, but his smile faded when he saw what was going on. Illphres shifted her cold stare from Rievan to the students still battling the illusions. She passed a hand over her mouth, and then she was smiling.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Pain. Dark. Ceria felt herself falling\u2014<\/p>\n And someone caught her halfway down. Ceria felt two arms encircling her, and felt herself being lifted upwards. She felt\u2026safe. Someone was calling her name. Ceria smiled. So dark.<\/p>\n The world faded. When Ceria opened her eyes again, the exam was over. But in the time between then, someone carried her.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cThat boy. What\u2019s he doing?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe can\u2019t be intending to carry the half-Elf to the end?\u201d<\/p>\n The mages stared as Pisces lifted Ceria, dodging out of the way of the Troll\u2019s illusory club. The Lizardwoman angrily turned towards a group of mages Rievan was standing with.<\/p>\n \u201cSee what\u2019s happened? Now we\u2019ll have to adjust for his performance as well. He can\u2019t be expected to do as well carrying her!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat if we send a mage in to retrieve her? That\u2019s simple.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, but\u2014wait a second. What\u2019s that in his hands?\u201d<\/p>\n The mages stared. After a moment one exclaimed.<\/p>\n \u201cA rapier? Why\u2019s he carrying that?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe told<\/em> them it was a combat test. And I suppose some of them heard the rumor about the Troll\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIf he wants to try and take it out with a rapier, that\u2019s fine. But that\u2019s not a display of mage combat\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHold on!\u201d<\/p>\n Some of the mages gasped as they saw Pisces blur with Ceria\u2019s body in his hands. He stabbed backwards as the Troll lunged at him, and then ran the hulking beast through with his rapier. On one shoulder he carried Ceria\u2019s unconscious body, in the other hand he held the rapier, thrusting it into the Troll\u2019s eye.<\/p>\n \u201cGood strike!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLook at that footwork! The Troll can\u2019t touch him! He\u2019ll take it down without a scratch!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat [Flash Step] spell is being used superbly! Does he have any [Warrior] classes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe doesn\u2019t need any. Look at his rapier.\u201d<\/p>\n That comment came from Illphres. The mages stared, and after a second one exclaimed.<\/p>\n \u201cA silver bell! Well, that explains that. If we\u2019re looking at a [Swordmage] here, I say we accept him on the spot.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEven if he doesn\u2019t want to be one, this is a splendid example of mixing magic with conventional proficiencies. I agree!\u201d<\/p>\n Rievan stared helplessly as he watched Pisces run past the disintegrating Troll. Weapon in hand, the young man was speeding through the rest of the test almost too fast for the mages in charge to trigger the spells.<\/p>\n \u201cSilver bell? What\u2019s so important about a silver bell?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt means he is recognized as a true expert. It\u2019s a Terandrian symbol of expertise.\u201d<\/p>\n Rievan jumped. He turned and stepped backwards from Illphres. She was smiling at him and he didn\u2019t like it.<\/p>\n \u201cIndeed, Miss Illphres?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n She nodded at Pisces.<\/p>\n \u201cHe doesn\u2019t have to have a [Fencer] class. A silver bell is given to those who reach a certain level in [Fencer], true, but it\u2019s also given to those who have proven themselves by dueling a master. It\u2019s worth a lot of money to some.\u201d<\/p>\n She turned back to watch Pisces. Rievan clenched his fists, but he comforted himself with the thought that even if Pisces passed, his performance would only serve to eclipse Ceria\u2019s. Regardless of whether she finished the test, she had done nothing.<\/p>\n And then the exams ended. Ceria woke up in her rooms two hours after it had finished, and cried a bit before Pisces and the others checked on her.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cIt really wasn\u2019t your fault, Ceria.\u201d<\/p>\n Beatrice said that as they sat together in Ceria\u2019s room. It was hard to fit everyone in. Besides Pisces, Beatrice, and Calvaron, some of their friends and people they\u2019d gotten to know had come, like Cessic, to cheer Ceria up.<\/p>\n The room was crowded, especially with Calvaron in it. He kept turning and finding nowhere to go. Now he stomped one hoof angrily.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was that bastard Charles! I wouldn\u2019t have believed he would try anything\u2014the Libertarians have really done it now! There\u2019s a row happening and I\u2019ll protest what he did to the Council.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI will too. But the mages won\u2019t redo the test, Calvaron.\u201d<\/p>\n The Centaur deflated slightly.<\/p>\n \u201cNo. They won\u2019t. I\u2019m sorry, Ceria. But they saw you during the first part, and you did really well.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, you did. And I\u2019m sure they\u2019ll take note.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria tried to smile, and failed. She looked at Pisces. He was avoiding her gaze, toying awkwardly with the rapier in his hands.<\/p>\n \u201cI hear you carried me all the way to the end. Thank you, Pisces.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd he set a record doing it! Dead gods, I heard about it! Some mages are using a [Mind Scene] spell to show others\u2014Pisces was dodging traps left and right! He barely got touched by any! He\u2019ll be sure to pass\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Calvaron broke off, awkwardly. All the other students in the room fell silent, but Ceria already knew the truth. She looked at Pisces.<\/p>\n \u201cThank you. I\u2019m glad you did it. And I\u2019m glad you\u2019ll pass. You deserve\u2014you deserve to be here.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria choked on the words. She felt like someone was tearing out her guts. Beatrice patted her softly on the shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t know you failed. You did as well as anyone else. Better, in many parts.\u201d<\/p>\n But Ceria knew it was over. She knew it in her heart. She bore with the words of comfort and vows against Charles and the Libertarian party as long as she could, and then excused herself. Beatrice and Pisces offered to go with her, but Calvaron managed to get them to leave Ceria alone, which she was grateful for.<\/p>\n All she wanted to be was alone. She\u2019d failed. Her big chance had been right in front of her\u2014<\/p>\n And she\u2019d failed.<\/p>\n Ceria stumbled down the corridors of Wistram, deserted except for the occasional golem or older mage. All the students were celebrating or commiserating with one another. She used one cold stone wall for support as she wandering aimlessly.<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t fair. Part of Ceria was raging. She wanted to kill Charles for attacking her. But why hadn\u2019t she been ready? Why hadn\u2019t she guessed he\u2019d do something like this and taken precautions? She could have learned a barrier spell, or watched her back\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cStupid!\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria pounded her fist into a wall. She hit it again and again until her knuckles bled, but it didn\u2019t help. Ceria walked on, full of despair. She wiped at her eyes and saw her tears mix with the blood.<\/p>\n She wondered if she could ask Pisces for the spellbook when she left. Maybe he\u2019d let her take it. That way, at least she wouldn\u2019t have done all this for nothing.<\/p>\n It was cold. Ceria shivered, and then looked up. She looked at a wall of ice, uncomprehending, until she stared about and realized where she was. Her path had taken her to the classrooms where they normally studied.<\/p>\n This was the classroom Illphres had blocked off.<\/p>\n \u201cGet through if you\u2019re a real mage and I\u2019ll teach you, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria spat bitterly and raised her fist to punch the icy wall. But it would just freeze her skin and probably tear it off. She glared at the icy wall.<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t that cold. It was just ice, but Illphres had made it impossible to break or melt. It was an unfair test, just like the rest of Wistram.<\/p>\n Unfair. But what could she do about it? By now, Ceria knew Calvaron would have talked everyone into doing a bit of celebrating. She dreaded going to his room, where the party would be going on. He\u2019d probably be pouring everyone a drink and showing them how to put salt on their stupid glasses\u2014<\/p>\n Wait a second. Ceria stopped as she had a thought. It was crazy, but\u2026her eyes widened and Ceria dashed off through the halls.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cYou need what?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Calvaron stared at Ceria as she panted and tried to explain. He and Beatrice were standing outside of the large room they\u2019d chosen to party in. Ceria could hear loud voices through the stone walls, but she had no time for drinking.<\/p>\n \u201cPlease, Calvaron. I need to take some stuff out of the kitchens, but the [Cook] there said I needed to get permission from the head [Chef] or pay. And I don\u2019t have the coin! Please\u2014I\u2019ll pay you back.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCan it wait? We\u2019re celebrating, Ceria! You should too!\u201d<\/p>\n Calvaron stared back towards the party. He pointed into the room.<\/p>\n \u201cPisces is already drunk. I had to practically pour a bottle of wine down his throat so he wouldn\u2019t go looking for you. Come on, whatever it is, it can wait!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, it can\u2019t. Please, Calvaron. I know I don\u2019t have anything I can trade you, but\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Beatrice looked at Ceria\u2019s pleading face, and then nudged Calvaron. He blew out his cheeks, but nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cOh\u2014fine! Tell the [Cook] that you can take whatever you need. Put it on my account.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThank you! Thank you! Tell Pisces I\u2019m fine! I\u2019ve just got to go!\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria raced off. Calvaron watched her go and turned to Beatrice.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat in the name of the Great Companies was that, do you think?\u201d<\/p>\n Beatrice shrugged. She stared at the place where Ceria had been.<\/p>\n \u201cShould we go after her? She\u2019s very upset.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know. No\u2014she\u2019s got a plan. We\u2019d better let her do what she needs to do and not draw attention. But see if the bookies will take another bet, will you? I\u2019m thinking our dear Springwalker might have better odds than we think.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Wistram was quiet the day after the exams. Most students and mages were too hungover to do anything, and the ones who weren\u2019t suffering were disinclined to do anything when making loud noises could get half a dozen spells cast at your face. Thus, it was only a few mages who gathered outside to practice their spells by the ocean.<\/p>\n Illphres was raising pillars of ice and shattering them with the [Glacial Spear] spell when Ceria found her. The half-Elf panted as she raised a hand to touch Illphres.<\/p>\n \u201cMiss Illphres\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The woman turned faster than Ceria had ever seen her and stopped Ceria.<\/p>\n \u201cDo not touch me. What is it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPlease, come with me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n Illphres stared expressionlessly at Ceria. The half-Elf knew she was disheveled, hair mussed, and she knew she was grimy and still damp to boot. She tried to explain.<\/p>\n \u201cI did it. I did it. I got rid of the ice just like you said so can you come and see? So I can show you? The ice?\u201d<\/p>\n For a second Illphres just stared at Ceria, but then she nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cVery well. Show me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n No one was using the classrooms when Ceria led Illphres there. She had to slow her pace so Illphres could follow, although Ceria was bursting with impatience. Illphres didn\u2019t move faster than a walk. The ice mage stopped though, when she saw the dripping hole in her ice wall.<\/p>\n \u201cHm.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI did it, you see?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria practically danced in front of the melted ice, half-hysterical from exhaustion. She waved her arms and nearly cried out. Her muscles were beyond burning\u2014they felt torn, and her fingers and hands were raw and practically numb.<\/p>\n Illphres gazed at Ceria and then at the wall. She stared hard at the puddle on the stone ground, and noted the white stains on the floor. She looked at Ceria calmly and said one word.<\/p>\n \u201cSalt.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, salt!\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria pointed triumphantly to the nearly empty bag of salt, a huge sack she\u2019d practically depleted after she\u2019d taken it from Wistram\u2019s kitchens. It was so simple. Salt.<\/p>\n Salt melted ice. Ceria had used it to melt the ice, rubbing it on the frozen spell over and over and raising the heat with her own spells. She\u2019d thought it was hopeless, but slowly, oh so slowly, the salt had helped dissolve the enchanted ice.<\/p>\n \u201cI created this ice wall to be impervious to any spells below Tier 4. But I didn\u2019t expect anyone to actually use something like salt.\u201d<\/p>\n Illphres mused as she stared at the gap in her ice wall. Ceria stared at her, hopefully, desperately.<\/p>\n \u201cBut I thought of it. It\u2019s not magic, but you didn\u2019t say I couldn\u2019t use salt. So I pass, don\u2019t I? You\u2019ll teach me spells?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s only three days before your probationary period ends.\u201d<\/p>\n Illphres turned to Ceria, expressionless. Ceria\u2019s heart sank, and then the anger in her bubbled forth.<\/p>\n \u201cSo? You said anyone who could get into your classroom you\u2019ll teach magic! I\u2019ll go in right now if you want!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSpare me. But what kind of a mage uses salt?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMe! I did it! I\u2019ll do anything to learn magic.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo I see.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPlease, teach me magic. I might not stay here, but I want to learn something <\/em>powerful. Please, you promised!\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria found herself begging to Illphres and hated herself for it, but she was at the end of her rope. This was the only thing she could think of, the last straw she had to grasp at. If Illphres would teach her something, maybe Ceria could earn money as an adventurer and try again next year. Or if she didn\u2019t, she\u2019d at least have something from Wistram.<\/p>\n For a long time the ice mage was silent. Her face was cold, like a mask, and Ceria could read nothing in her expression. For her part, Illphres looked the half-Elf in front of her up and down.<\/p>\n Ceria was as old or older than Illphres was but still a young woman by her people\u2019s standards. Her hands were red, the knuckles and skin on her palms cracked and bleeding from the intense cold and friction. She was desperate, begging.<\/p>\n Illphres looked at the ice wall, the wall she\u2019d created, sure that no student could break it on their own. Melted, not with a spell, but with salt and effort.<\/p>\n \u201cTell me, girl. What makes you think a real mage would stoop to this? A real mage would strive towards the height of magic on her own, not rely on anyone else.\u201d<\/p>\n In front of her, Ceria took a deep shuddering breath. She looked up at Illphres, and there was a spark in her eyes of something more than determination.<\/p>\n \u201cI know that. But I can\u2019t become a real mage on my own. You told me that real mages don\u2019t need help. To forge my own path. Well, I found a way to melt your damn ice, but I still need help. I want to become<\/em> a real mage, but I\u2019m not going to be able to stay here. So teach me something now. Please.\u201d<\/p>\n Silence. Illphres stared at Ceria, and then nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cInteresting.\u201d<\/p>\n That was all. She turned away and began to walk from her classroom. Ceria jumped as the ice blocking it reformed in an instant. She called out to Illphres in despair.<\/p>\n \u201cWait! Where are you going?\u201d<\/p>\n The ice mage made no reply. She walked away, and Ceria sunk to her knees in the cold corridor.<\/p>\n That was it. It was over.<\/p>\n Slowly, Ceria made her way back to her room. She crawled into bed and slept, too full of sadness to cry. She slept as she heard students stumbling outside of her door, slept and willed herself never to wake.<\/p>\n But someone did wake her. Someone hammered at her door and shouted when Ceria didn\u2019t respond.<\/p>\n \u201cCeria! Ceria!<\/em> Are you in there? Get up! You passed! You did it! You passed!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria leapt out of bed. She shoved open the door and nearly ran Pisces over. He gabbled at her and then gave up and both of them ran down the corridors, past students celebrating and crying and hugging each other. They came to the entrance hall and stared up at the floating words that danced and spun about in the massive room.<\/p>\n It was a list. A list of names. Each one was a student. Ceria saw Pisces\u2019 name on there, no last name given, and Charles de Trevalier\u2019s, and Timon\u2019s too. But she had no time for that. She looked up and down the list desperately, and then saw her name. It was right on the end, hovering in the air, slightly out of place, as if tacked on at the last minute.<\/p>\n Ceria Springwalker.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Ceria didn\u2019t know what happened after that. She had a brief image of herself kissing Pisces on the cheek, hugging him, and then running to find Calvaron and Beatrice and hugging and crying some more. She only knew that at some point after the banquet and speeches and eating she found Illphres. Or rather, the mage found her.<\/p>\n The bathrooms in Wistram were magical as with everything else, but Ceria was far too drunk to appreciate them at the moment. She staggered out of one and nearly ran into Illphres. The ice mage was waiting for her, and scaring away all the other students who wanted to use the bathroom.<\/p>\n \u201cI keep my promises.\u201d<\/p>\n That was all she said. Ceria stared at her, and burst into tears. Illphres looked slightly surprised. That was to say, her eyes widened, although the lower half of her face didn\u2019t change.<\/p>\n \u201cStop that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThank you!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t thank me. You broke my enchantment.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut you\u2014you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria sniveled and Illphres rolled her eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cTomorrow, class will be held in my quarters. Find your way there. Do not be drunk or late. If any of your friends manage to melt the ice I will teach them too.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPisces will come.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria said that instantly. Illphres paused.<\/p>\n \u201cI see. Will all the other students come? It is a valuable\u2026secret you have. It might be worth much. What will you do with it, let everyone pass my test?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know. I don\u2019t know what I\u2019ll do with it. I owe someone\u2014but Pisces will come.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo you will help your friend, to pass my test? I wonder, will you drag yourself down by pulling other people up?\u201d<\/p>\n It was a question that wasn\u2019t really a question, but Ceria had an answer ready. She smiled through watery eyes at Illphres.<\/p>\n \u201cReal mages help each other. We don\u2019t abandon each other.\u201d<\/p>\n The ice mage stared at Ceria for a long time. Then she passed a hand over the lower half of her face, obscuring her mouth. When she lowered her hand, Ceria saw she was smiling ever so slightly.<\/p>\n \u201cSo I\u2019ve noticed.\u201d<\/p>\n She turned and walked away. Ceria smiled at her back, and bowed ever so slightly. Then she ran to find Pisces. She had to drink more, and tell him\u2014and maybe Calvaron\u2014everything. After all, she didn\u2019t want to be in Illphres\u2019 class alone tomorrow. She wanted to learn everything with Pisces. 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