The Phoenix Ring(6)

       
           



       

"Go ahead, you can put it on, it won't kill you." Timothy said, looking at his fingernails.

Aidan slipped the ring on. There was a hole in the back, it was placed  so that the crystal inside was always touching the wearer's skin.

"What is this?" Aidan asked.

"It's what we generally call a Soulrock. Well, that's what the crystal's  called. Do you remember, when you tried to use magic, how you had to  get really emotional before it would work?"

Aidan nodded his head.

"Magic is like a living thing, you have to connect with it and make it  understand you before you can use it. A Soulrock is a type of crystal  that was grown in a special cave north of the Nefarious Lands. Through a  Soulrock, magic can understand you."

"Why wouldn't that girl let me touch hers?" Aidan asked.

"A Soulrock bonds with a person." Timothy answered "It becomes one with  their Arror, an Elven word that roughly means 'life force.' If you take a  Soulrock that is bonded to another person, then there will be a test of  wills. If the owner of the crystal is stronger, then the intruder will  die. If the intruder is stronger, then the owner and the crystal will  become his slave. That crystal you are holding is dead, which is why you  aren't."

Aidan looked at his fingers and saw that they were shaking.

Funny how now is the time my body picks to get scared.

"But how did I do magic the first time, with a wand?" Aidan asked.

"Ah, now we get to the fun part." Timothy said, pulling a piece of wood  out of the bag. "This is rowan wood, which also has a connection to  magic, the forest out there has plenty of rowan trees. Unfortunately,  rowan magic is uncontrollable and, as you found, very flammable.

"For some reason, you have a special connection to the magic. Whenever  you get angry, it seems to respond to you, but only in the same way as  rowan, the magic is uncut and completely unsuitable for casting  complicated spells. You should bond really well to a Soulrock, you're  more powerful than any other two mages combined."

"Why haven't I ever had this happen before?" Aidan asked. "I just set a  chair on fire, but I've been angry plenty of times and never done  anything like that."

"Your Magic had to be activated." Timothy said. "Amilech was probably  the first magic you had ever encountered. Good luck trying to turn it  off now."

"How do I get a Soulrock, do I have to pay for it? ‘Cus I'm pretty much  broke." Aidan said, beginning to wish more and more for the farm where  he had grown up.

"There is a special ceremony where you get to "call" a Soulrock, which  will take place in a vault specially designed for them. If the Soulrock  is weaker than your will, you will become its master. If not, then the  mage … "

"What," said Aidan, "does the mage die?"

Timothy closed his eyes.

"But what if I don't want to go through that, what if I just want to go  home?" Aidan asked, feeling some more of the anger build inside him.

"Mate, I wish you could," Timothy said, "I think all of us have wanted  that at some point or another. But even if they make this place out to  be a camp, or a nice little barracks, it's really a prison. And some of  us are gonna die."





3





The rest of the day went by quickly for Aidan. Timothy tried to tell  Aidan as much as he could about life at Fort Phoenix, which seemed to be  all right except for the whole "Some of us are gonna die." thing. For  the first month after arriving young mages could roam freely throughout  the camp to get used to the way it was run. After that, there would be  an evaluation with a rowan staff that would help the older wizards gauge  how powerful the new arrivals were.

Timothy was the only other "First Month" in the camp, he had arrived two  weeks before Aidan. Malachi managed to pull some strings so that he and  Aidan could do their evaluation on the same day.

The night that Aidan arrived the two boys sat alone in the mess hall. It  was a huge structure with more than thirty large tables that were  sectioned off based on age and ability. Aidan had a good view of the  adult tables from where they sat, and Timothy pointed out the warlocks  to Aidan.

"That one at the head of the table," Timothy said, pointing to a very  fat man that was starting to lose his fhair, "That is Master Edwin, he  is the camp councilor, you know about the council right? The people that  rule the entire known world, yeah, he's one of them."

Malachi was sitting on his left.

"So tell me," Aidan said, "How did you get a warlock as your master so quickly?"

"My father is a wealthy merchant," Timothy answered, "And my mother was a  powerful sorcerer. She was friends with Malachi when they were young,  and she taught me everything I know about magic. Malachi took me on as a  tribute to her. Oh, that warlock with the dragon on his forehead  sitting on Master Edwin's right is Bartemus. He's never taken an  apprentice, most people think he lost his mind when Marcus Thunderheart  died in the Great Wars."                       
       
           



       

Aidan stared blankly at his friend.

"You don't know who Marcus Thunderheart is? What did they teach you in that village?"

"Mainly how to survive when your life is not handed to you with a wand," Aidan said testily.

"Good point. I assume you know what the Great Wars were, right?"

"Of course I do," Aidan answered. Everyone knew what they were. The  Great Wars had been a series of battles that took place fifty-nine years  ago. Beyond that, Aidan did not know much, anyone who asked about them  in his village would get cuffed around the ears.

"Come with me after dinner, I'll ask Malachi for a history book that you can read."

Later that night Timothy handed Aidan a large, leather bound volume, candles, and a small ring made of rowan wood.

"Try not to set that on fire, I made it myself," Timothy said.

Aidan slipped the ring on and stood the candle up on the floor.

"Ingo," he said.

The whole candle disappeared in a blast of heat.

"Whoa, mate, careful there. Try and think of just a spark on the tip of  the wick. I've never heard of an untrained mage having so much power."  Timothy said.

Aidan put the second candle on the floor and tried to think of a small spark.

This time only half the candle was incinerated, and the other half was beautifully lit.

Aidan put the candle beside the history book and opened the dusty volume.

The book had countless chapters, the first one called How Magic Came to  Sortiledge. The last chapter was a section titled The Great Wars that  encompassed nearly half the book. Aidan flipped to that section,  wondering how Timothy had expected him to learn that much. He began to  read:



The Great Wars, at their heart, were a series of battles and skirmishes  that took place over two ten year periods. However, in order to  understand the Great Wars, we must look back twenty years before this  dark era. The three continents of Sortiledge were ruled by all three  races, much as the modern day council, with one major difference. Each  and every potential council member was entrusted with the care of one  phoenix egg. In order to become a true member, the egg had to be  hatched, which could take up to ten years.

At about the same time the last bit of Sortiledge was being explored,  and the three races began to search for new lands to settle. A dwarven  ship named Destiny manned by human and elven sailors sailed north to the  continent that we now know as the Nefarious Lands. This new land seemed  to be a haven where the three races could live and prosper as  Sortiledge became smaller and smaller. There was only one problem. It  was already inhabited.

And so the conquest of the Nefarious Lands began. At first the council  held back, but as time went by they became more and more involved in the  offense. Thus began the first period of the war. For ten years the  three races pushed further into the Nefarious Lands, with little regard  for the goblins, trolls, dragons, and other creatures and races pushed  out of their way.

Then the council made a mistake. More and more criminals were emerging  everywhere, and there was not enough room to keep them in Sortiledge and  there were too many to simply execute. So the council began to send  them to the Nefarious Lands, in camps surrounded by walls with guards on  all sides. A young wizard named Malcommer, a potential council member  that had smashed his phoenix egg, was also thrown into the new world,  but he was different. He gathered everyone in his camp together, and  somehow they all managed to escape, leaving the guards with their  throats cut. He then freed another camp, and another, until the council  stopped the entire camp system.