The Broken Key (02) - Hunter of the Horde (39 page)

Once the Seeker stood before the double doors, he turned around and waited for them to join him. “Beyond these doors is the Well of Thought,” he explained. “Once you enter, speak not a word unless you are addressed by the Magi. Each of you will be allowed a single chance to prove your skill.”

He glanced to Kevik and noted the absence of a master but said nothing. Turning back to the door, he passed his hand in an arc before it and spoke a single word. At the utterance of the word, the inscriptions on the door flared with a silver light. Then the double door opened in the middle as each side swung inward.

The opening of the door revealed three robed men facing the entrance from where they stood at the other side of the room. These must be the three Magi before whom Kevik must prove himself. As the Seeker stepped to the side, he motioned for them to enter and silently directed them to stand near the side of the Well.

Before Kevik passed through the doorway, he had anticipated finding magical symbols engraved into the walls and floor of the Well. He was somewhat surprised to note that the Well was but bare stone. It held no inscriptions of any kind.

The Well itself was a hundred feet wide and circular. Glancing up, he saw that the Well extended far above him until finally disappearing into the darkness. Might be the heart of the Tower, he thought.

The three Master Mages before whom they would each exhibit their skill said not a word as the Apprentices and masters filed in. Once the last of them had passed into the Well, the double door closed with a soft thud. Not until each of the Apprentices was standing to the side with their masters behind them was the silence broken.

Then without preamble the Magi on the right said, in a voice that reverberated throughout the Well, “Apprentice Kaji, step forth.” Kevik watched as the Apprentice to his right, a fair haired lad of about seventeen winters, stepped forward and moved to stand before the Magi. The Apprentice’s face showed confidence, and to Kevik’s mind a touch of arrogance as well. With staff in hand, Apprentice Kaji came to a stop before the Magi.

“Who stands with Apprentice Kaji this day?” the Magi on the left asked.

“I do,” replied the master of Apprentice Kaji. “Master Mage Ungi.” The third Magi who stood in the center, and looked a decade older than the other two, nodded to Apprentice Kaji. “Begin.”

Apprentice Kaji held forth his staff. “This is Beregoth.” If he had been expecting any sort of reaction from the Magi he was sorely disappointed, they remained impassive before him.

“Let there be light,” he said and the tip of his staff flared. A globe of light formed at the tip. Holding up Beregoth, Apprentice Kaji held it before the Magi. Then he cancelled the spell and exclaimed, “Lightning!” Pointing his staff toward the upper dark recesses of the Well, a bolt of lightning shot forth from its tip. The bolt of lightning began to arc up into the darkness when it suddenly disappeared.

Apprentice Kaji was taken aback by the abrupt disappearance. He stood there in indecision for a moment when one of the Magi said, “Continue.” Glancing to the Magi, he couldn’t tell how they were responding to his magic, their faces remained impassive.

Shaking off the startlement, he reached into his robe and produced a frog, one common to the lakes and rivers of the area. Tossing it to the ground, he pointed his staff at the animal as it kicked off from the ground to leap across the floor.

“Immobile!” he exclaimed. This time the staff appeared not to react. But when the frog returned to the floor, it didn’t land properly. Rather, it bounced. It had been paralyzed in mid hop. A second later Apprentice Kaji cancelled the spell and the frog resumed hopping as it regained its mobility. Apprentice Kaji quickly retrieved the frog and once again secreted it within his robes. Turning back to the Magi, he waited.

“Continue,” again came from the elder Magi in the center.

Kevik then watched as Apprentice Kaji cast the five spells he needed to be able to perform without his staff. First he created a fiery ball upon the palm of his hand, then he produced a pebble and caused it to rise from the floor. Kevik was most impressed by the spells he was seeing performed. Sort of made the ones he had chosen seem weak in comparison.

Then Apprentice Kaji caused bolts of red energy to fire from his fingers. And just like what happened with the lightning bolt earlier, they didn’t travel very far before disappearing. That made Kevik begin to believe there may be defensive magics at work here to prevent an Apprentice from harming themselves or others.

For his fourth spell, he again removed the frog from his robes. He set it on the ground by his feet. Then saying a word, he encased it with green goo. Kevik recognized the spell that he himself had cast so many times before. After dispelling the goo and returning the frog once again to his robes, Apprentice Kaji readied himself for his fifth and final spell.

Confidence exuded from every pore of his being as he removed a stick from his robe.

Tossing it to the ground, he cast his spell and the stick turned into a green viper.

Immediately, the viper began slithering across the floor. It traveled almost a foot before it returned to being just a stick. Apprentice Kaji retrieved his stick and once it was back in his robes, turned to face the Magi.

Still with no discernible expression on their faces, the Master Mage in the middle nodded to Apprentice Kaji. “Well done, Practitioner Kaji.” With pride and a triumphal grin, Practitioner Kaji returned to stand with his master.

His master too was exhibiting pride in his apprentice. He gave his apprentice a pat on the shoulder and a nod of congratulations. Kevik felt a bit empty inside, he wished his own master were here too.

“Apprentice Teryn, step forth,” the Magi on the right said.

Where Kaji had been exuding confidence, this Apprentice seemed scared to be here.

Of the four Apprentices within the Well, he appeared the youngest. Kevik figured he couldn’t have seen more than fifteen winters, maybe even less. Frankly, he was surprised he was even here. But then it wasn’t age they were concerned with here in the Well of Thought, just skill. His master must have felt he could do it else he wouldn’t be here.

Once Apprentice Teryn stood before the Magi, the Magi on the left asked, “Who stands with Apprentice Teryn this day?”

“I, Magic User Lyndra,” his master said. Magic Users were the lowest rank that could take Apprentices. A Magic User was just beneath Master Mages.

Kevik was surprised at the feminine voice that came from Apprentice Teryn’s master.

She was the first female magic user he had ever come across. Oh sure, he knew many women followed this path, it was just the unexpectedness of encountering one here that startled him. His master had even once commented that women made better magic users than men though he never said why.

The third Magi nodded to Apprentice Teryn and said, “Begin.” Apprentice Teryn nodded in reply and held forth his staff. The staff itself was rather plain and stood a good six inches taller than the one who held it. The whole effect made him seem even smaller than he was.

His first spell from his staff was a ball of light that hovered before him. After allowing it to hover for several seconds, he dispelled it. Next, he created a hazy purplish phantasm that looked for all the world like a miniature dragon. The phantasm belched a plume of fire before dissolving into nothingness.

Licking his lips, Apprentice Teryn glanced to the Magi but they remained as impassive as they had with Kaji. He then cast a look to his master who nodded encouragingly. Turning back to the Magi, he struck the floor with the base of his staff and a cloud of smoke began to materialize from the point of impact. The cloud grew several feet in diameter before it was dispelled.

“Continue,” the middle Magi said.

Confidence somewhat bolstered by having successfully demonstrated the power of his staff, he then went into the five spells. The first one was a gust of wind, very similar to the one Kevik had planned to do. The second one was bolts of energy such as Kaji had done. He began the casting of the third spell and seemed to pause in the middle of the incantation as if he had forgotten the words.

Kevik glanced to Apprentice Teryn’s master and could see concern etched upon her brow. Something wasn’t going right. He no sooner turned his attention back to Apprentice Teryn than there was a ‘snap’ in the air. Whatever Apprentice Teryn had done, or had done wrong, caused him to be thrown backwards where he struck the wall with a thud. He sagged to the floor before getting himself back to his feet.

The look on his face said it all as he came to stand before the Magi once again. He bowed his head as he heard the words he knew were coming.

“Apprentice Teryn,” the center Magi uttered. “Perhaps next year.” Kevik watched the dejected Apprentice return to stand with his master. Would that be him? Kevik wondered. When it came his time, would he blow it too? What confidence he had was waning in the face of the doubts that now insinuated themselves into him.

Once he had rejoined the others, the Magi on the right said, “Apprentice Keag, step forth.”

Apprentice Keag did much better than had Apprentice Teryn. He adeptly did the three spells from his staff then whizzed through the five that came from within himself. The final spell was a dazzling display of multicolored sparks that impressed Kevik. As the last spark faded away, Apprentice Keag turned hopeful eyes towards the Magi.

“Practitioner Keag,” the middle Magi stated. “Well done.” Practitioner Keag bowed respectfully to the Magi and then practically strutted back to rejoin his master.

Then it was Kevik’s turn. Heart pounding in his chest, he awaited the words that were to come.

“Apprentice Kevik,” the Magi said, “step forth.”

Taking a deep breath to settle his nerves, he stepped forward, but not before catching a glimpse of the face of Apprentice Teryn. The boy looked sad and dejected which did nothing for his own self confidence.

Once Kevik took his place before the Magi he heard the Magi on the left ask, “Who stands with Apprentice Kevik this day?”

“Uh,” began Kevik. “My master died several months ago.” For the first time the thought occurred to him that he may not be permitted to take the test without a master.

You could imagine his relief when the Magi said, “Begin.” Taking his staff in hand, he cast his glowing orb. His confidence grew when the orb sprang to life and cast its radiance about the Well. Then he took out four items he had brought from his Tower; a book, a rock, a copper coin, and the silver ring with the red jewel that had something to do with magic. He set them before him on the stone floor of the Well and then stood back up. Casting his second spell, the one which would detect magic, he was relieved to see the ring bearing the jewel begin to glow a deep blue. He glanced to the Magi but as with the Apprentices before him, they remained impassive.

Canceling his spell, he retrieved his items and returned them to one of the pockets within his robe. Now for the last spell from his staff.

Raising the staff high, he caused sparks to shoot forth from the tip of the staff.

Canceling the spell, he felt his confidence grow further now that he was past the staff portion of the test.

“Continue,” the Magi said.

Now for the final five. First came his bobbing light spell. He had always liked it despite Riyan’s and the others’ reactions to it in Algoth. Then he cast his goo spell, his wind spell, and the energy bolts as well. True, none of these were very flashy, but then they didn’t have to be.

He took a few calming breaths before he did his last spell, his excitement was getting the better of him. One more to go and he’d be a Practitioner. Once he tamed his exuberance, he removed a diamond brooch and set it on the floor before him. The brooch was one of the items he had yet to identify. It was formed in the shape of a crescent moon containing over two dozen small diamonds. For his last spell, he was going to identify the brooch.

Last night before he had gone to bed, he had agonized over what he should bring to identify. Should it be something which he already knew what it did, or something as yet unknown? He had settled on this diamond brooch. If it was cursed as had been the flowering necklace, what better place for him to discover it than here where master mages could help should things go awry. A risk to be sure, but that’s why he chose to do this spell last.

He concentrated on the brooch and then cast the spell. The blue glow enveloped the brooch and the vision formed…

Diamonds lay on a table in a neat row as each waited its turn to be set into the
brooch…The feeling of time passing, then…Darkness broken by the light of a single
torch. Rock walls close by as the bearer of the brooch descended into the earth…Then…

Light, myriad colors of light warp and twist. At its heart lies the diamond brooch.

Coming back to himself at the ending of the spell, he took a moment to get his bearings. At times the magic user can become disoriented when identifying items, though usually only when the item was particularly powerful, or the vision intense. Once he regained his composure, he picked up the brooch and faced the Magi.

“Well done, Practitioner Kevik,” the middle Magi stated. The one on the right looked to Kevik and said, “Your master would have been proud.” Surprised and pleased at the statement, he was beaming as he gave the three Magi a bow then returned to join the others.

The middle Magi stepped forward and said, “For those of you who have risen in the Guild, congratulations.” Then he turned his gaze upon the lone Apprentice still among them. “Perhaps next year young Apprentice,” he said. “You showed much skill.” Apprentice Teryn gave him a bow.

The double doors opened and the Seeker who had escorted them earlier entered the Well. “Good luck to you all,” the center Magi said.

They each gave the Magi a respectful bow before leaving the Well. Kevik had a lilt in his step as he passed through the double doors. The other two Practitioners were ecstatic as well and once they passed from the Well, began talking jubilantly with their masters.