Marlena Marie

225 Days Until the Examinations of The Uncertain End (part 1)

Zeydar spun his staff around having what he could only describe as fun. Out of all the practical tests, the full force final practical was the easiest. He had always known it would be the easiest, but this was downright comical. Or perhaps it was too easy from the way that the world moved in color before him, slightly different hues and distinct variations to the colors where magic was coming. He did not know what all of them meant, was not sure he wanted to, but it and the whisper against his skin told him what was coming, from where, and when. He defended, and destroyed targets with the specialty they had given him, a specialty that he was almost convinced to drop as he could do much more and show off far more, but did not.

The magic would not control him, no matter how much it wanted him to use it.

In his head he sang himself a birthday song. Thousands of eyes were watching the practice field as he moved upon it. His legs were weak and tired, his body sore and aching, but the magic balanced him, guided him, taught him how to move within it. And so his movements were fluid, connected, perfected. His skin crawled, his body was drenched in sweat, and he felt all too cold, his eyes were clouded. He felt shakes over come him and a desire to throw up, but then his body would stop sweating and would feel warmer, would stabilize and would begin its flip. He could see without needing to see, and he needed to. The magic was compensating for his lack of Dreams to control it, and everything was only getting that much worse. Soon the sweet balance would be lost and he’d be overwhelmed.

He needed to last until then.

226 Days Until Justice And The Uncertain End (part 3)

Zeydar stretched, eyes foggy, and mind as clear as it could be after the amount of tests he had been through. His thought process was shot, in truth. Words were starting to fold together and concepts blending to mush. His body was crying for rest, and all Zeydar knew was that he could not let it. How many hours had it been?

“Completed?” Superior Owen asked, not giving Zeydar much room to breathe.

“Yes.” Zeydar pushed the booklet aside. Magic identification, had not been all too difficult of an exam, but it made his eyes hurt from looking at all the video clips, images, plants, and otherwise, over and over again trying to identify even the slightest different between the spells. Then he had to give the spell words and principal, which was not on the initial tests as he remembered. Not that it mattered. He could do it — no, he had to do it.