Arianna

“I don’t wish to be a White Mage grandfather!” I whined from below my blanket, watching how the dust danced with the streaming of the light through the thin blanket. A gentle hand touched my shoulder and soothed my arising sobs. “Why can’t I be a wormhole wizard?”

Slowly and diffidently, my grandfather scooped by shaking body and cradled me in his arms. “Child, you have to appreciate your power. Not everyone is born to be a wormhole wizard; you must learn your place in this life.”

“The kids from town laugh at me,” I continued, “everything I can do is heal, heal, and heal. I want to be powerful…”

“Sometimes being powerful doesn’t just mean you will blast your enemies off and gain respect through that,” he whispered, “being powerful also means standing by your standards and hone your powers. Being powerful means being generous to those below you and respectful to those above you whilst never losing civility to any.”

I didn’t understand his words, until today. Being a wormhole wizard wasn’t as important as being who I was and what I was: a White Mage. People will profit from the goodness of your power, and if contrary the case, will suffer from the wrath of it. The battle was over and I had been unconscious for god knows how much time. I push my limp body up and swayed on my feet, immediately I start healing myself and in search of my fellow comrades to offer my abilities to their battered bodies.

“Arianna!” I heard a distant voice, “Arianna!” It was getting louder and louder until finally the figure of Blason appeared before me, his left side of the face was swollen and a deep cut ran along his left arm. “Arianna, I’m glad to have found you.”

“Blason,” I walked to him and supported his staggering body. “Here, let me heal you…”

“No,” he pushed my hand away, “save your energy to heal someone else. Aria needs you; she has been wounded seriously and bleeding uncontrollably.” I quickly limped back from where he came from. Finally we arrived to the town’s plaza, it was semi-destroyed. Delilah and Lucy were sitting together, whispering between themselves, the members of the cult were nowhere to be seen.

“Sir,” I gulped, “I have some bad news for you… Chase…”

“I know,” he said solemnly, a tear forming in his eyes. “Heal her first and then we’ll deal with it.”

I knelt down beside Aria’s half-conscious body. Her face was pale from the amount of blood she lost, the multiple cuts and lacerations from her body were deep and premeditated, as if she had been tortured rather than dueled against. The ground below her was soaking all the blood, turning the soil to a dark, crimson color.

“What happened?” I asked, feeling the energy fill my hands. I started with the wound on her arm; I clasped my hands on the wound and let the flow of energy do the rest of the work. I felt new skin stretched across the wound, her arm showered and glowing with white light.

“Alastor…” I heard her whisper tiredly.

“Speed it up, Arianna,” Blason suggested, “we don’t know when they might be back. Judging by how he left Aria, I’d say he’d want to torture her again. I want to make sure she is fit to defend herself next time.”

I nodded and increased my energy on the healing. Her wounds were slowly starting to close and some color was rising to her cheeks. I felt sorry for her; she must’ve suffered a lot under the tyrannical strains of her brother. I clenched my fist, I had decided on the path of remaining a White Mage while training to become a powerful wormhole wizard.

The healing task ended and Aria wasn’t bleeding anymore. The amount and depth of her wounds required most of my energy and concentration and by the end of it I was tired to death. I sat, with crossed legs before her resting body. Something was going on in her mind, as if waging a battle against the tears that wouldn’t stream down her face.

“Why does he hates me?” I heard her mumbled. I stroke her head, just like my grandfather used to do it.

“He fears you,” I told her. I saw her nod absentmindedly and she went back to her silent musings. I turned to Blason, “I still have energy left to cure you…”

“Hey guys!” Ryan came rushing to our side, flapping his arms in excitement. “I found him, I found Chase! He is in the outskirts of the town, badly hurt!”

“Save it for my apprentice,” Blason winced as he stood up and half-sprinted to Ryan. I helped Aria up and the rest of us followed Ryan to where Chase was said to be found. Relief washed over me at the sole thought that he had escaped and he wasn’t dead. After walking for some minutes we arrived at the place and found his beat-up body on the ground.

My heart raced as I saw him unconscious in the ground.

“It’s okay,” Aria whispered, “go.”

I left Aria to Delilah and Lucy to look after and then I dashed to him and went on my knees beside his body. He was hurt and had multiple injuries and abrasions but he was alive.

“Heal him,” Blason pleaded desperately, his sudden movement opened up the gash he had on his arm.

“I will, if you promise to stay still,” I said with concern and went to work on Chase’s wounds, hoping he would open his eyes again.  

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Characters

Name: Chase Spiller
Age:16
WC: Aprentice classed
Appearance: Short crimson hair that is wild, Orange eyes. Has a scar running from his shoulder down to his right leg. Well muscled. About 5 foot 8. Wears light clothing besides the one black should pad on his right shoulder, and the forest green cape.
Perffered element: Wind
Perffered spell: None
Other: Was born on the night Joseph began his small reign of terror. Is very lousy with spells or element creation yet is capable of opening eight wormholes at once. Belongs to Wormhole warriors guild.
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Name: Mariku Seto
Age: 20
WC: Sorcerer
Appearance: Simple black sleeveless top and light brown pants usually, with dark purple (sometimes changes to dark blue) hooded cloak. Egyptian looking with dark brown hair that covers his eyes and dark purple eyes. About 6" with strong wiry muscles.
Perferred element: Summoning
Perferred spells: Summon Legendary Fiend/Golden Void Dragon
Other: Is an outsider due to being fiend summoner, wants revenge on the Government. Has a younger brother that he cares deeply for whom is being interrogated about him.
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Aria Kahnner
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Name: Arianna Vellvar
Age: 16
WC: Mage
Appearance: Stands 5'7", maroon eyes and dark hair framing a thin pale face. She is clothed in a dark cloak and below is a long burgundy colour dress. Has long and slender fingers.
Preferred Element: Spell-weaving of Creation (Alchemy) ^^
Preferred Spell: Healing (not preferred but used most often)
Other: Was taught by grandfather who was a White mage, she learn spells and incantations on her own only needs practice.
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Name:Delilah Ansk
Age: 16
Appearance: Stands 5' '5", grey eyes red hair and a round face. She usually wears a plain dull dress and a dirty apron. Has freckles.
Other: Does not have powers. Is a servant to a lord and lives with her brother in the servants' quarters. The lords' guards are secretly teaching her sword fighting.
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Name: Lucy-Marriane Sonriana
Age: 15
WC: Mage
Apperance: Jet black, long hair, side fringe, upturned nose, mischevious grin, slim. Wearing a long dark purple dress with a cropped waistcoat.
Preffered Element: Spell Creating
Preffered Spell: Summoning creatures.
Other: Always love mischeif, only had a few friends, controls her magic well, very likeable, has an older sister that she looks up to that no-one knows about, just been kicked out of a guild for disobeying the rules and teleporting in the middle of a mission, looking for a good guild to join.
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Aria "Candenza" Kahner
Age: 18
WC: Master
Appearance: White hair and white eyes, standing five foot six and dressed in the garb of a pauper. Walks around barefoot for "comfort reasons".
Preferred elements: When she can cast magic, element of choice is usually either fire or lightning.
Preferred spell: Destruction.
Other: Despite being a master class, she is unable to cast magic currently, due to her limiters being designed for the sole purpose of restraining her entirely rather than merely dampening her magic. To make matters worse, they are bound into her skin and as a result, cannot be removed. To make up for this problem, she learned how to fight with a sword and is an incredibly acrobatic swordswoman. The limiters she wears were placed upon her during a term of imprisonment.

Name: Revan
Age: 20
WC: Unknown
Appearance: Pale, tall, thin, greasy black hair. Wears a black cloak with a hood.
Preferred element: Fire
Preferred spell: Fiery Tempest
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Enemy characters

Saint Joseph the master of 1000 spells of destruction
Name: Joseph
age: Unknown
WC: Saint classed
Appearance: about 6 foot 5 , Long pale pink hair, violet and red eyes. Wears red and black clothing usually a cloak.
Perferred element: All
Perffered spell: Ultimate destruction
Other: Dissapeared eleven years ago only rumours about whereabouts.
Npc

Alastor "Alraune" Kahner (yep, same last name as Aria... their twins)
Age: 18
WC: Sorcerer... but nearly ready to move on up.
Appearance: Same colored hair and eyes as his sister, he, however, dresses in an elegant robe ornamented with decorative orbs attatched to the end of his sleeves and has his hair tied in a ponytail. Often seen carrying either a book or a staff.
Preferred elements: Ice
Preferred spells: Torture
Other: Unlike his sister, who ws naturally gifted in both magic and athletics, he was crippled at an early age and has only recently been able to walk around on his own. Extremely jealous of his sister's abilities, he was the one who hired the slavers to attack his sister and was the one who fashioned her limiters specifically for her. His ultimate goal is to break his sister's resolve and show everyone that he is better than her in every possible way.
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updated Feb 4 '11 by chimerakiller2