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<strong>ALTOR</strong>:<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Shadow</strong> <strong>Rebellion</strong><br />
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Chronicles</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Ageron</strong><br />
<strong>ALTOR</strong>:<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Shadow</strong> <strong>Rebellion</strong><br />
L. J. deVet
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Chronicles</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Ageron</strong><br />
<strong>ALTOR</strong>: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Shadow</strong> <strong>Rebellion</strong><br />
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Dedication:<br />
For the three who inspire me,<br />
Khye, Halli and Avhaya,<br />
and for John, the one who is forever.
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! PROLOGUE "<br />
Fear is not an emotion I feel very <strong>of</strong>ten. Not at all, really. I guess a<br />
situation in which it has proved necessary has never presented<br />
itself. Until now.<br />
I can’t help but feel it surge through me as I stare helplessly<br />
into the ominous darkness that has engulfed me. Every part <strong>of</strong> my<br />
body, both inside and out, is beginning to feel as empty and<br />
lifeless as the endless shadow I now find myself a part. I feel no<br />
more than an empty nothingness; unable to see, hear or feel<br />
anything but the emptiness that surrounds me. I might as well be a<br />
lonesome star, burning vibrantly in its dedicated place in the vast,<br />
endless universe, as though possessing some form <strong>of</strong> purpose<br />
within it, but illuminating absolutely nothing around me because I<br />
am surrounded by nothing but darkness. Alone.<br />
<strong>The</strong> idea <strong>of</strong> the darkness alone is not what causes me alarm.<br />
What type <strong>of</strong> Guardian would I be if that were the case? Instead,<br />
its unfamiliarity and apparent endlessness cause a sense <strong>of</strong> panic to<br />
surge through me; one I want nothing more than to disappear. I<br />
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can feel no greater urge than to free myself from that which has<br />
me so involuntarily helpless, but I am able to do nothing. I have<br />
become nothing.<br />
Unable to make any practical movement, and remaining at<br />
the absolute control <strong>of</strong> the lifeless atmosphere around me, I cease<br />
any further effort to free myself, knowing perfectly well that any<br />
such attempt would be futile at best, and allow for the darkness to<br />
consume me entirely. I release my mind from any further thought,<br />
and force my mind, body and soul to relax at my will, ready for the<br />
emptiness to take the control over me that it so desperately wants.<br />
Ready for my insides to fall into a similar abyss <strong>of</strong> emptiness to<br />
that which surrounds me.<br />
Somewhere within my increasingly hollow being, I can sense<br />
the panic growing uncontrollably; a sensation <strong>of</strong> which I am not<br />
too familiar with. I have never before had reason to feel fear, and<br />
the onset <strong>of</strong> this new and unfamiliar feeling is beginning to<br />
frighten me more so than the darkness itself. I can sense the panic<br />
growing uncontrollably, prompting my breathing to assume a wild<br />
and irregular pattern. My heart is thumping erratically, and each<br />
beat sounds as though my heart is preparing to leap out from my<br />
chest, sick <strong>of</strong> ever having been contained within it. With each and<br />
every breath that I draw, a short, sharp pain manifests within my<br />
lungs. It’s like my body is trying to tell me something. To warn me<br />
<strong>of</strong> an imminent danger.<br />
As I am forced to stare helplessly into the endless darkness<br />
before me, my interest is captured by the most unexpected <strong>of</strong><br />
flashes <strong>of</strong> tiny, almost indistinguishable light in the distance. <strong>The</strong><br />
sudden flash quickly subsides, revealing behind it two similarly tiny<br />
lights, but <strong>of</strong> differing colour; one blue, and the other red.<br />
Although only small in stature, their vibrancy is made more<br />
distinct due to the fact that they are surrounded by nothing but<br />
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complete darkness, forcing their emanating glow to multiply<br />
dramatically.<br />
Drawn into a trance <strong>of</strong> admiration at the new sources <strong>of</strong> light,<br />
I can’t help but watch them. <strong>The</strong>y posses an appeal that is almost<br />
hypnotising. As my gaze deepens, I notice that the lights are<br />
progressively growing in size, <strong>of</strong>fering the impression that they are<br />
gradually advancing towards me. After only seconds, they double<br />
in size, and are continuing to grow with each passing moment.<br />
Watching them progress towards me, my one thought is that the<br />
glows are the oddly discoloured headlights <strong>of</strong> a car, travelling<br />
towards me with great speed; oblivious to the empty darkness<br />
before it, and unaware <strong>of</strong> my being in its immediate path.<br />
With each second that lapses, the lights continue to grow. I<br />
know full well they are gaining momentum, and within a matter <strong>of</strong><br />
moments I will be met face to face with what unknown<br />
phenomenon is approaching me. Whatever its source may be it is<br />
headed in my very direction, increasing in velocity to now<br />
resemble the headlights <strong>of</strong> a bullet train, more so than a car. This is<br />
it, I can’t help but convince myself.<br />
Within only seconds, less time than I am awarded to draw a<br />
final breath, the darkness surrounding me disappears. In its place,<br />
a bright, golden light appears, swallowing behind it the blue and<br />
red lights that had me transfixed only seconds before. Its vibrancy<br />
forces my eyes closed, and I raise my arm to protect my eyes. In<br />
one, instantaneous moment, the golden light has taken over.<br />
My one and only thought is that this is death, and I am its<br />
next victim.<br />
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! CHAPTER ONE "<br />
<strong>The</strong> Worst Day<br />
I spring upright, drenched in the flood <strong>of</strong> sweat that coats my bed.<br />
All other sounds are drowned out by the loud drum <strong>of</strong> my<br />
erratically beating heart, each beat resembling what sound you<br />
would expect a giant’s footsteps to produce.<br />
<strong>The</strong> world around me, consisting only <strong>of</strong> the contents <strong>of</strong> my<br />
bedroom at this point, is moving as I do. Everything that<br />
surrounds me rises and falls with each and every breath I draw. Up<br />
and down. Up and down. I know full well that my bedroom<br />
contents are not in fact moving, but they most certainly appear it<br />
from where I sit.<br />
With each breath comes an unbearably sharp burn that<br />
sprouts within my chest, feeling as though it is eating my lungs bit<br />
by bit. I can do nothing but sit and make every possible attempt to<br />
correct my breathing, hoping desperately that everything else will<br />
sort itself out.<br />
It takes only a matter <strong>of</strong> seconds for me to begin hearing the<br />
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thumping <strong>of</strong> my heart subside, eventually slowing to its almost<br />
regular rhythm. As the beating <strong>of</strong> my heart weakens, so too does<br />
the urgency for breath, allowing me to regain some control over<br />
my breathing, but not all.<br />
I can’t help but notice my chest, which until this point had<br />
been bounding up and down, rising and falling at the command <strong>of</strong><br />
each breath, now settling to a regular rhythm and movement.<br />
Whatever it is that is happening to me, it is beginning to correct<br />
itself, much to my relief.<br />
I can feel as my senses become my own again, my vision<br />
steadying and the drone <strong>of</strong> my heart reducing to a standard level.<br />
Only then do I allow myself to feel even remotely relieved. As<br />
much as I would love to feel entirely relieved, I cannot help but<br />
feel apprehensive about the entire ordeal. It was nothing, I try to<br />
convince myself. It was just a dream. A nightmare.<br />
Looking up from my sweat-drenched bed, I know that isn’t<br />
quite the case. I am all too familiar with experiences beyond the<br />
ordinary, but never have I experienced a dream so vivid; so real.<br />
Even my strongest <strong>of</strong> premonitions has never been so detailed and<br />
lifelike. Thinking about the mysterious events <strong>of</strong> the dream only<br />
compounds what confusion I already feel. One that I can’t seem<br />
to shake <strong>of</strong>f, regardless <strong>of</strong> how hard I try. It was a dream, I further<br />
persuade myself. Nothing more.<br />
In an effort to distract myself from further thought, I decide<br />
it’s best to withdraw myself from the place in which the strange<br />
dream took place. I quickly leave what thoughts remain <strong>of</strong> my<br />
dream at bay, and twist my legs over the bed’s edge, using every<br />
ounce <strong>of</strong> strength that remains at my disposal to heave myself up<br />
and out <strong>of</strong> it.<br />
Every muscle within me aches, searing with intense pain as I<br />
rise. My joints and muscles feel as though they have just<br />
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undergone several hours <strong>of</strong> intense training, or at the very least,<br />
that they have been exposed to the torment <strong>of</strong> an unending<br />
marathon.<br />
Pushing through the sharp pain haunting every muscle <strong>of</strong> my<br />
body, I trudge dawdlingly towards my bedroom door. As I<br />
approach it, the periphery <strong>of</strong> my vision reveals that I have<br />
neglected to open my bedroom curtains and window. I first<br />
consider leaving them untouched, but know all too well that is a<br />
thought my grandmother would strongly disapprove <strong>of</strong>.<br />
As I motion to alter my direction, a severing pain sprouts in<br />
my legs, which then progresses violently to reach every other<br />
muscle in my body. <strong>The</strong> thought <strong>of</strong> causing any further pain by<br />
walking to the window is one that holds little appeal. <strong>The</strong> thought<br />
alone <strong>of</strong> doing so causes more pain than it’s worth.<br />
Instead, I choose the path <strong>of</strong> laziness and decide to use my<br />
telekinesis to open them. I know I shouldn’t, but what good is<br />
having all <strong>of</strong> this power and never being given the opportunity to<br />
use them at all? In a slow and steady motion, I raise my right arm<br />
and stretch it out in front <strong>of</strong> me. I open my palm, and turn it<br />
vertically so it now lines parallel to the divide in the centre <strong>of</strong> the<br />
curtain’s two halves. Whilst standing several metres away from the<br />
curtains, I slowly slide my outstretched hand to the left, the very<br />
direction my palm is facing, and force the left half <strong>of</strong> the curtain to<br />
open steadily without ever touching it. As though an invisible<br />
force is causing it, the left curtain is drawn open entirely, allowing<br />
what light lies beyond the window to stream through it<br />
effortlessly.<br />
I repeat the very same for the opposite half <strong>of</strong> the curtain,<br />
and within seconds my entire bedroom is illuminated by the sun’s<br />
radiant light, changing in colour as it passes through the different<br />
colours <strong>of</strong> the ornately stained glass.<br />
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Staring at the lock that secures the window, I concentrate<br />
with all my might, carefully imagining my opening it by hand. As<br />
though knowing exactly what I am hoping to achieve, the lock<br />
snaps open with a reasonably loud click, allowing for me to<br />
levitate open the window using a similar technique I did the<br />
curtains.<br />
<strong>The</strong> very moment the window opens, I can feel the gentle<br />
breeze that forces itself inside, delicately whisking across my face,<br />
bringing with it the scent <strong>of</strong> freshly cut grass from outside. As I<br />
stand admiring both the scent <strong>of</strong> the grass and the result <strong>of</strong> my<br />
telekinetic ability, I can’t help but feel smug with myself. Practice<br />
really does make perfect, I can’t help but think.<br />
Practice is something <strong>of</strong> which I am all too familiar. In fact,<br />
much <strong>of</strong> my life has been spent practising. Not so much<br />
practising, but training. As a Sorcerer, particularly one assigned the<br />
role <strong>of</strong> protecting the rest <strong>of</strong> my kind as a Guardian, I am required<br />
to train endlessly in order to gain complete control over the three<br />
abilities I have developed to date; my telekinesis, premonitions and<br />
envelishment, the ability for us to teleport instantly to any desired<br />
location. Although seemingly impressive, I should have developed<br />
further abilities by now. I can only hope that they will present<br />
themselves soon.<br />
My favourite ability is my telekinesis. It is also one <strong>of</strong> my<br />
more useful powers. Not that that means much, considering<br />
there’s never really been reason to use it. <strong>The</strong> only reason I am<br />
given to use it is for the smallest, petty things, like opening<br />
windows and doors. I am still developing my telekinesis. At first I<br />
was only able to lift that which I could physically carry, but since<br />
then my strength has improved, and I am now able to levitate far<br />
heavier objects, such as people and cars.<br />
My kind, Sorcerers, particularly those who are Guardians like<br />
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myself, are not exactly supposed to use our powers for personal<br />
gain. <strong>The</strong> use <strong>of</strong> our power is intended only for fulfilling our<br />
obligations to our people, and protecting all others within our<br />
world, <strong>Ageron</strong>, and those on Earth, who we call the Earthly.<br />
Such opportunity, however, has never presented itself. For as<br />
long as I can remember, all those who dwell within <strong>Ageron</strong> and on<br />
Earth have lived harmoniously, with not much excuse for us to<br />
put our power into practice. Of course, there have been occasions<br />
in our history where great evil has dwelled alongside us and<br />
threatened to take over our land, but I have never been told <strong>of</strong> all<br />
the details. It’s as though everybody has chosen to put it behind<br />
them, and that nobody ever considers future threats a possibility.<br />
At times, I actually hope for something to happen. That way, I<br />
would be able to use my powers for something other than just<br />
training, for once.<br />
As much as I would love to use my power for everything, my<br />
grandfather, Cassaius, constantly reminds me <strong>of</strong> my greater duty;<br />
all great strength and power can be attributed to an even greater cause. As<br />
much as I dislike hearing <strong>of</strong> it, I know it is true. Using my abilities<br />
for my own benefit is something I don’t particularly enjoy doing,<br />
simply because I know it’s not really the right thing to do, but at<br />
the very same time I can’t help myself. Not using my power would<br />
mean that my abilities are going to waste completely. Something I<br />
never want to see happen. Ever.<br />
I know I was given my power for a greater purpose than to<br />
open curtains, but I can’t live my life knowing I have such great<br />
power and will never see an opportunity to use them for anything.<br />
My destiny has provided me with power to protect my people, and<br />
as much as I don’t want to take advantage <strong>of</strong> that, I can’t sit by<br />
and allow for my power to weaken and remain undeveloped.<br />
With that thought, I use my telekinesis to open my bedroom<br />
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door with a wave <strong>of</strong> my hand. It opens immediately, revealing<br />
behind it the previously darkened hallway that is now illuminated<br />
by the light streaming through my bedroom window.<br />
As I leave my bedroom and enter the hallway, all the while<br />
feeling my muscles as they adapt to the pain <strong>of</strong> each progressive<br />
step, I can’t help but notice the photographs that adorn the wall to<br />
my right. Normally I would continue down the corridor without<br />
ever having paid attention to them. <strong>The</strong> pain they cause every time<br />
I look is all too much to bear. I’m not sure exactly what makes me<br />
look on this occasion, but the very moment my eyes meet them, I<br />
can’t bear the thought <strong>of</strong> looking away. It’s as though, for some<br />
peculiar reason, I am particularly drawn to them.<br />
Staring vacantly back towards me is my father, Lucillius, but<br />
whom everybody called Lucas for short. Judging by the<br />
photograph, he looks to be quite different in appearance to<br />
myself. His thick, dark hair is neatly parted to one side, allowing<br />
for every visible part <strong>of</strong> his scalp to remain adequately covered.<br />
Although he has similarly piercing eyes as I, his are a slightly s<strong>of</strong>ter<br />
tone. <strong>The</strong>y are not necessarily a lighter colour, but are not quite as<br />
vibrant as my own. Like in every other photograph I have seen <strong>of</strong><br />
him, his square-shaped face, which features a strong, slightly<br />
hooked nose at its centre, is covered generously with facial<br />
stubble, hiding behind it the faint skin that is universal amongst<br />
our kind. Although his skin appears slightly darker than my own, it<br />
remains very pale nonetheless.<br />
As I stare carefully at the photograph, I notice my own<br />
reflection on the glass panel <strong>of</strong> the photo frame, made possible by<br />
the background light that enters the corridor via the light<br />
streaming violently through my bedroom door. My every feature,<br />
with the few exceptions <strong>of</strong> my skin and eyes, is completely<br />
opposite to that <strong>of</strong> my father. My eyes are a more vibrant blue<br />
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than my father’s, and are more piercing than any others I have<br />
seen, made to look even more that way due to my pale, almost<br />
glowing skin. Although my hair matches my father’s in colour,<br />
mine is not quite as thick, and is far scruffier, made worse by the<br />
fact that I have only just woken up. My face is relatively long and<br />
defined, and adorns a small button-like nose in the centre. I really<br />
couldn’t look any more different to the man staring at me in the<br />
photograph.<br />
Stealing what attention I’d been giving my own reflection is a<br />
beautiful woman standing directly beside my father; my mother.<br />
Long, dark hair, not quite as dark as my own, dangles graciously<br />
from her head and almost reaches her waist. Like my father and I,<br />
her eyes are a sapphire-like blue; not quite as piercing as my own.<br />
In the centre <strong>of</strong> her perfectly symmetrical face sits the most<br />
elegant, straight-edged nose I have seen before, which only adds<br />
to her beauty and makes her even more deserving <strong>of</strong> her name,<br />
Mirabelle.<br />
As my eyes move towards the final figure <strong>of</strong> the photograph,<br />
I can’t help but flinch, knowing full well whom my eyes will last<br />
gaze upon. My baby sister, Anabelle, the only one <strong>of</strong> us I would<br />
have considered to have a remotely normal name, lay peacefully in<br />
her gleaming mother’s arms. My gleaming mother’s arms. She is<br />
the only one I barely had a chance to meet. I have <strong>of</strong>ten overheard<br />
people commenting that she looked exactly like my mother, but<br />
how anybody can draw similarities in appearance between a baby<br />
and a full grown adult, I will never understand. Whatever<br />
comparisons people might make, she looks nothing but beautiful<br />
and content in the photograph.<br />
<strong>The</strong> gaze I have been <strong>of</strong>fering to the photograph <strong>of</strong> my<br />
family is abruptly interrupted by a slight tickle racing down the<br />
side <strong>of</strong> my face. As I motion to flick whatever its cause away, I feel<br />
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the warmth <strong>of</strong> a moist drizzle, only then realising that I have been<br />
crying. For how long I cannot say, but I most certainly know the<br />
cause.<br />
My parents and sister died in a fatal accident when I was only<br />
five years old. On my fifth birthday to be precise. My parents were<br />
both twenty-six when they died, and Anabelle only six months old.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir lives had been prematurely stripped away from them. From<br />
me.<br />
I’d always thought <strong>of</strong> my parents as invincible, a thought I<br />
know perfectly well is impossible, but it’s how I considered them<br />
nonetheless. I don’t remember much at all about that night.<br />
Instead I must rely on what information I am told. <strong>The</strong> story I<br />
have always been provided is that there was an explosion caused<br />
by a gas leak, but I’ve never believed that for a second. No gas<br />
leak could have killed my parents. Of that, I’m sure.<br />
My grandparents raised me from that night, and every time I<br />
question them about what happened they either repeat the same<br />
story, or refuse to explain it again. It has become quite the touchy<br />
subject, as any topic involving lost loved ones is. But I have<br />
promised myself I will find the answers to the questions that haunt<br />
me. One way or another.<br />
Unable to bear looking at their smiling faces a moment<br />
longer, I begin to move <strong>of</strong>f. As I walk away, I turn around a final<br />
time and take one last glimpse <strong>of</strong> the family I once belonged. <strong>The</strong><br />
moment I do, a crushing thought strikes me. Today is my<br />
birthday. My fifteenth birthday. Ten years to the day my family<br />
was so undeservedly taken from me. A once happy occasion, now<br />
overcome by sadness and loss. A day I have grown to hate.<br />
As I distance myself from the photographs, I straighten one<br />
<strong>of</strong> the crooked frames using my telekinesis, before turning right<br />
way round and bowing my head, allowing the tears to fall freely<br />
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down my face. I don’t look up until I can feel the tears<br />
disappearing, and when I do I find myself standing at the bottom<br />
<strong>of</strong> the grand staircase, not noticing I had walked down it.<br />
I continue down the hallway that leads <strong>of</strong>f the staircase,<br />
relieved that the pain that had been haunting my muscles has now<br />
almost disappeared completely.<br />
‘Aurellius,’ I hear the familiar voice <strong>of</strong> my grandmother<br />
emerge from the dining room I’d just passed.<br />
I carefully backtrack the few steps I’d overshot the dining<br />
room, and turn into it, where I find my grandparents sitting at the<br />
table, sharing a pot <strong>of</strong> their daily morning tea.<br />
‘Ajay, Gran,’ I correct her.<br />
Only my grandparents ever refer to me by my birth name,<br />
despite my making it perfectly clear how much I hate it being<br />
used. My full name is Aurellius Jay Samuels. Who has a name that<br />
bad? I do. Everybody who is not my grandparents knows me as<br />
Ajay; a name I much prefer.<br />
My birth name isn’t exactly something I’m entirely proud <strong>of</strong>.<br />
That being said, it does hold meaning, as do all other names for<br />
Guardians. A meaningful name is said to set us apart from those<br />
Sorcerers who do not bear the added responsibility <strong>of</strong> protecting<br />
our people. According to my grandparents, my name means <strong>The</strong><br />
Golden One. Something I am yet to see for myself.<br />
‘We thought you’d never wake up,’ my smiling grandfather<br />
says sarcastically.<br />
I look a lot more like my grandfather, and even my<br />
grandmother for that matter, than I do my parents. Judging by the<br />
photographs, at least. Although he only stands slightly taller than I,<br />
he has a presence about him that makes him appear ten times<br />
larger than he actually is. As with any other Sorcerer, he has<br />
piercing, almost glowing eyes; his a vibrant shade <strong>of</strong> blue like<br />
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mine.<br />
Although the colour varies between each <strong>of</strong> us, we all share a<br />
similar piercing-quality to our eyes. Much like humans, though,<br />
our eyes are entirely unique to us. No two Sorcerers have identical<br />
eyes, no matter how similar they may appear, and our eyes, as well<br />
as the paleness <strong>of</strong> our skin, clearly set us apart from the Earthly.<br />
‘Happy birthday,’ my grandmother interrupts the silence I<br />
hadn’t realised developed.<br />
However greatly I despise being wished a happy birthday,<br />
purely because I could never be happy on such a day, I force a<br />
smile to show at least some gratitude. No matter how obvious I<br />
make my displeasure <strong>of</strong> my birthday, my grandparents never allow<br />
it to stop them from doing the one thing I wish they wouldn’t.<br />
Making a fuss.<br />
‘Thanks Gran.’<br />
I walk over and <strong>of</strong>fer her a hug, at which she smiles<br />
appreciatively. My grandmother, Mildred, is always smiling. I refer<br />
to it as her trademark feature. Her eyes are also unique, even as far<br />
as our own kind is concerned. <strong>The</strong>y are an emerald-like green;<br />
deep and mesmerising, unlike any others I have seen. As they gaze<br />
into your own, you can sense that she doesn’t just see into your<br />
eyes; she sees what lies behind them. It feels as though she is<br />
reading your every thought, which proves difficult to hide<br />
anything from her.<br />
Everything else about her is not quite so unique. Her dark<br />
hair, which is a few shades lighter than my own, is always held in a<br />
neat bun at the rear <strong>of</strong> her head, revealing a youthful looking face<br />
as pale as my very own, appearing only forty, although aged sixty.<br />
Both my grandparents look much younger than they really are. It’s<br />
a quality our kind possesses. Our life span extends to one hundred<br />
and fifty, and at our eldest we can appear as young as fifty to those<br />
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who wouldn’t know any better.<br />
‘How are you holding up, kiddo?’ my grandfather asks<br />
concernedly, and the very moment the words leave his lips, I<br />
know exactly what he is referring to.<br />
‘I’m fine,’ I lie. ‘As good as I could be, I suppose.’<br />
A short silence fills the room. A silence I wish would<br />
disappear immediately. I despise silences on days like today,<br />
regardless <strong>of</strong> how brief they may be. <strong>The</strong>y allow for nothing more<br />
than the one thing I am so desperately seeking to avoid today;<br />
time. Time to think and remember about what it is that I lost. It’s<br />
not at all that I want to forget my family. That is something I<br />
would never allow myself. It’s that I want to forget the fact that I<br />
ever lost them.<br />
‘So, what’s on the agenda for today?’ my grandfather asks,<br />
clearly understanding my uneasiness based on the expression I’d<br />
produced.<br />
‘Uh, I guess I’ll invite some friends over?’<br />
<strong>The</strong> way I say it sounds as though I am answering, and asking<br />
permission at the same time.<br />
‘Just as well we won’t be here to get in your way, then,’ my<br />
grandmother says.<br />
‘Why?’ I ask. ‘Where are you going?’<br />
‘Some <strong>of</strong> the other Altor have decided to call a meeting about<br />
new <strong>Ageron</strong>ian Legislation they are wanting to introduce, so we’re<br />
needed at Sægon,’ my grandfather answers.<br />
My initial reaction leaves me wanting to join them, but at the<br />
same time I’m not quite fond <strong>of</strong> the idea <strong>of</strong> attending a meeting<br />
today. Sitting in silence will provide far too much time to think<br />
than I’d like.<br />
Sægon is a building within <strong>Ageron</strong> that is used as the base for<br />
governing our land, almost like a house <strong>of</strong> parliament. A place so<br />
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dull and uneventful would surely leave me with more thinking<br />
time than I’d like.<br />
<strong>The</strong> rulers <strong>of</strong> our land are given the name Altor, and consist<br />
<strong>of</strong> all members <strong>of</strong> seven separate family groups that are direct<br />
descendents <strong>of</strong> the very first Altor elected to govern our land. It’s<br />
much like a royal family, only there are seven <strong>of</strong> them.<br />
My family is one <strong>of</strong> those seven. I am an Altor. Not only do I<br />
possess the responsibility <strong>of</strong> protecting my people, I have the<br />
added responsibility <strong>of</strong> governing them when I become <strong>of</strong> age. In<br />
three years to this very day, on my eighteenth birthday, I will<br />
become an active member <strong>of</strong> the Altor, and will be required to<br />
attend these boring meetings my grandparents so <strong>of</strong>ten visit<br />
Sægon for.<br />
As an Altor, I will be responsible to make sure all Guardians<br />
are fulfilling their obligations, and will be required to uphold the<br />
law <strong>of</strong> our land; the many laws my ancestors had helped to create.<br />
Although a daunting prospect, there is comfort in knowing that<br />
Altor are said to be amongst the most powerful <strong>of</strong> our kind.<br />
Something I am yet to see for myself.<br />
‘Don’t let me stand in the way <strong>of</strong> your fun,’ I say sarcastically.<br />
‘Try and stop us,’ my grandfather says, prompting a slight<br />
pause. ‘No, seriously. Please stop us.’<br />
I can’t help but laugh. I know the meetings are dull, and I<br />
know my grandparents would rather be at home with me today,<br />
but we all know how important they are to all <strong>of</strong> <strong>Ageron</strong>.<br />
My grandparents stand, and leave the dining room for the<br />
kitchen with their empty teacups. I am left alone for a few short<br />
moments, but am joined once more as they return to the dining<br />
room. As they return, they both approach me and <strong>of</strong>fer a hug,<br />
before whispering a final ‘happy birthday’ in my ear, and walking<br />
to the opposite side <strong>of</strong> the room, where they turn and face me.<br />
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‘Don’t you have too much fun while we’re gone,’ my<br />
grandmother says with her trademark smile.<br />
‘I’ll try,’ I add jokingly.<br />
Before I have a chance to do or say anything more, a gentle<br />
breeze fills the room, and my grandfather <strong>of</strong>fers a wink before his<br />
entire body is replaced with nothing more than a bright, blue light;<br />
one that complements the colour <strong>of</strong> his eyes, and illuminates every<br />
corner <strong>of</strong> the dining room we stand. <strong>The</strong> shape <strong>of</strong> the light still<br />
matches that <strong>of</strong> his body, but it is beginning to reduce in size, as<br />
though sucking itself in at his chest.<br />
With each progressing moment the light is drawing itself<br />
inward, now becoming no more than a diminishing glow <strong>of</strong> light<br />
hovering unaided in the air, continuing to decrease in size as it<br />
progresses inward. In less time than I have to realise what is<br />
happening, the entire glow that has replaced my grandfather has<br />
become nothing more than a ball <strong>of</strong> blue light, still hovering <strong>of</strong> its<br />
own accord in the air. With a s<strong>of</strong>t slurping sound, the light is<br />
sucked out <strong>of</strong> the air, removed from it as though being sucked in<br />
by a vacuum cleaner, leaving nothing behind but the empty space<br />
my grandfather had stood only seconds before.<br />
Although I’ve witnessed an envelishment many times before,<br />
and perform it almost daily myself, it is still a concept that I find<br />
absolutely remarkable. Not all <strong>of</strong> my kind has the ability to<br />
envelish, but those <strong>of</strong> us who do are able to roam freely between<br />
both <strong>Ageron</strong> and Earth. Those who lack the ability to envelish are<br />
unable to leave <strong>Ageron</strong>, and are forced to remain within it for life.<br />
Our envelished form, or how our envelishment looks from<br />
the outside, depends on what <strong>Ageron</strong>ian species we are. All<br />
Sorcerers take form <strong>of</strong> light, one that complements the colour <strong>of</strong><br />
our eyes, but other species can simply vanish, or are replaced with<br />
a shadow. This makes it easy for us to identify who it is that is<br />
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envelishing.<br />
Although not an entirely pleasant experience, having your<br />
body break down into tiny pieces <strong>of</strong> light just to have it sucked out<br />
<strong>of</strong> the air and be reassembled moments later, it is one <strong>of</strong> our most<br />
vital. I have grown used to it with more use <strong>of</strong> it, and it has now<br />
become second nature.<br />
Just as the glow <strong>of</strong> blue within the room vanishes, it is<br />
replaced by a bright, green light that begins to swallow my<br />
grandmother behind it, bringing with it the familiar gentle breeze<br />
that whisks through the air. Within seconds, my grandmother is<br />
replaced entirely by her blindingly green light, which then begins<br />
to reduce in size, eventually becoming no more than a ball <strong>of</strong> light,<br />
just as had been the case with my grandfather. A fraction <strong>of</strong> a<br />
second later, the ball <strong>of</strong> light is sucked out <strong>of</strong> the air, and I am left<br />
alone in the room that had seconds before been occupied by three<br />
people.<br />
<strong>The</strong> very moment I know I have been left alone, rather than<br />
stand in absolute silence, I leave the dining room in search <strong>of</strong> a<br />
suitable distraction. <strong>The</strong> only place I can think <strong>of</strong> that could <strong>of</strong>fer<br />
such a distraction is the living room, which I find myself entering<br />
only a few moments later.<br />
In the corner <strong>of</strong> the room, in front <strong>of</strong> the generously sized<br />
window that dominates the front <strong>of</strong> the house, I notice a small<br />
table adorned with several candles and gemstones, each carefully<br />
allocated a special place <strong>of</strong> its own. Instantly, I know it’s the<br />
memorial my grandparents set up every year in remembrance <strong>of</strong><br />
my family.<br />
At the rear <strong>of</strong> the table stands two tall candles, both a deep<br />
blue. <strong>The</strong> candles are placed meticulously behind two beautiful<br />
gemstones <strong>of</strong> complementing colour, the flickering flame <strong>of</strong> the<br />
candles reflecting somewhat weakly on their surface. At their front<br />
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sits a much smaller candle and gemstone, one that is a lighter<br />
shade <strong>of</strong> blue than those behind it. I know straight away what the<br />
gemstones are.<br />
All Sorcerers, even those who are not Guardians, are each<br />
presented a gemstone at our birth. We call this an illuminatem. It<br />
is not known where they come from, or how they are able to<br />
appear out <strong>of</strong> thin air as they do, but they arrive in much the same<br />
way as we envelish at our birth.<br />
It is said that Usellius, one <strong>of</strong> the very first Altor to have<br />
existed, and who is allegedly one <strong>of</strong> my earliest <strong>of</strong> ancestors, saw<br />
need for each Sorcerer to possess a symbol. A tool <strong>of</strong> guidance<br />
that assists us in the process <strong>of</strong> developing our power. Some have<br />
even claimed that the stones are the source <strong>of</strong> our power and that,<br />
if destroyed, will see no possibility <strong>of</strong> any future powers presenting<br />
themselves. To this day, no illuminatem has ever been destroyed,<br />
so it merely remains a theory. That being said, we do guard them<br />
as though they are our most valuable <strong>of</strong> possessions.<br />
<strong>The</strong> illuminatem themselves complement the colour <strong>of</strong> our<br />
eyes; our most unique feature, and the feature that sets each <strong>of</strong> us<br />
apart. <strong>The</strong> stones remain with us for life and grow as we do, not in<br />
size, but in ability. With time, and with the bond that is formed<br />
between each Sorcerer and their stone, it gradually develops a<br />
strong glow that illuminates whenever we touch it, and when we<br />
are in the process <strong>of</strong> developing a new power. It’s like it warns us<br />
when we are about to develop a new ability.<br />
Standing before the memorial my grandparents had set up, I<br />
run my fingertips gently across the surface <strong>of</strong> each <strong>of</strong> the stones;<br />
my father’s first, then my mother’s and lastly my sister’s. I can’t<br />
help but shudder at the thought that my sister never had the<br />
opportunity to see her illuminatem, or even understand what<br />
significant purpose it had to her. <strong>The</strong> thought is enough to<br />
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produce yet another tear to form in the edge <strong>of</strong> my eye.<br />
I reach up to stop it from falling down my face, but I am too<br />
slow. It slides gently down my cheek before plummeting towards<br />
the ground below me. I stare helplessly at the falling tear as it<br />
approaches the ground, plummeting ever so slowly, as though<br />
trapped in a world <strong>of</strong> slow motion.<br />
Before the tear makes contact with the ground below me, the<br />
entire room, and everything in it, is illuminated by an intense green<br />
light, one that I know not to be my grandmother’s. I raise my head<br />
at the interruption, staring blankly at the wall in front <strong>of</strong> me, and<br />
immediately a sense <strong>of</strong> panic begins to swell within me, much like<br />
that I had experienced in my dream.<br />
A gentle breeze whisks through the air, and I feel my hair<br />
fluttering involuntarily, as though in its grasp. Standing still, not<br />
wanting to turn and face whoever or whatever has invited itself<br />
into my home, I remain facing forward, looking away from it and<br />
hoping that it is nothing to be afraid <strong>of</strong>. Whether it is from fear or<br />
carelessness, I simply cannot bring myself to look.<br />
Within moments, both the light and breeze subside, and I am<br />
left exactly as I was prior to the interruption. Only this time I can<br />
sense something. I can sense someone. A lengthy silence fills the<br />
space around me, only this time it is a silence <strong>of</strong> uncertainty and<br />
fear. I cannot bring myself to speak. I cannot bring myself to<br />
move.<br />
I slowly prepare myself to turn, hoping desperately that I am<br />
ready to face whoever is standing behind me, the fear forcing my<br />
heart to beat so violently I can hear it in my mind.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> Consor<br />
With one fluid movement, I jump on the spot, twisting midair and<br />
landing in the same place I’d left the ground, only this time facing<br />
the opposite direction. I throw my hand out in front ready to use<br />
my telekinesis, only I stop as I notice the familiar face <strong>of</strong> the figure<br />
before me. One <strong>of</strong> which I am relieved to see.<br />
Before I have the chance to do anything more, I can feel<br />
myself being hoisted <strong>of</strong>f the ground, hovering helplessly above the<br />
floor <strong>of</strong> my living room. Standing with one arm outstretched, the<br />
person in front <strong>of</strong> me <strong>of</strong>fers a single, undisturbed laugh, almost as<br />
if to say ‘is that all you’ve got?’<br />
I roll my eyes in my head, and steady their gaze back on the<br />
person in front <strong>of</strong> me.<br />
‘Did you really think you had a chance?’ he says smugly.<br />
‘Zaniel, if you don’t let me down now I’ll be sure to return<br />
the favour next time we train,’ I say threateningly, although I know<br />
it won’t be enough to convince him.<br />
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Zaniel Richards is my best friend. My Consor. Each Guardian<br />
is allocated a fellow Guardian so that the two, together, can<br />
develop and master their abilities as they grow, and fulfil their<br />
destiny to protect <strong>Ageron</strong> and its people. <strong>The</strong>se Guardians are<br />
referred to as a Consor. I am Zaniel’s Consor, and he is mine. We<br />
will remain that way for life.<br />
We don’t get to choose who our Consor is. It is something<br />
nobody has any control over. Much like destiny. When a Guardian<br />
is ready to be matched with a suitable Consor, <strong>of</strong>ten just before<br />
the first <strong>of</strong> their powers presents itself, their illuminatem will begin<br />
to flash, almost like a beacon. <strong>The</strong> flashing does not stop until the<br />
paired Consor and illuminatem is found. It is a process that <strong>of</strong>ten<br />
takes months. I found Zaniel within a week.<br />
Consors always remain the closest <strong>of</strong> friends, and sometimes<br />
even more than that. Often the bond that ties the two Consors<br />
together can be so strong that they eventually wed and remain<br />
together for life, almost like soul mates. My grandparents are one<br />
<strong>of</strong> those couples, as too were my parents. It’s for this reason that I<br />
am glad my Consor wasn’t a girl. <strong>The</strong>re would have been far too<br />
much expectation if that were to have happened. Either way we<br />
remain paired for life; either the best <strong>of</strong> friends, or soul mates.<br />
‘And that’s supposed to worry me how, exactly?’ he asks,<br />
clearly unworried about the threat I’d made.<br />
I don’t justify his question with a response. Instead, I raise my<br />
eyebrows and stare at him, and allow for the lengthy silence to<br />
indicate just how pathetic I think his doubt <strong>of</strong> my ability is.<br />
‘Happy birthday,’ he breaks the silence, the smirk still<br />
plastered across his face.<br />
I <strong>of</strong>fer him a stern look, knowing he is well aware <strong>of</strong> just how<br />
greatly I despise my birthday.<br />
‘Yeah, I know,’ he responds remorsefully, understanding<br />
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exactly what the look had meant. ‘I’m sorry.’<br />
With every ounce <strong>of</strong> care possible, he slowly lowers me to the<br />
ground and releases me from his telekinetic grasp. Before a second<br />
passes, I raise my arm and lift a nearby pillow without touching it,<br />
hurling it towards him with the flick <strong>of</strong> my wrist. It collides<br />
directly into his face, messing up his neat, brown hair.<br />
Zaniel looks nothing like I do. He has the standard pale skin<br />
and piercing eyes <strong>of</strong> any other Sorcerer, but he is tall and thin.<br />
Everything about Zaniel is narrow; his face is relatively thin, and<br />
he has a narrow and pointy nose that meets at its top with the<br />
ends <strong>of</strong> his two thin eyebrows. He has an almost fragile look about<br />
him, but I know all too well nothing could be any further from the<br />
truth.<br />
‘Don’t mention it,’ I say in effort to make him feel less guilty.<br />
‘Besides, it gives me an excuse to kick your keister next time we<br />
train.’<br />
A wide, arrogant grin produces across his face, one I am all<br />
too familiar with. He does have an arrogant quality to him, but<br />
that’s just Zaniel.<br />
‘Where’s Milly and Cassaius?’ he asks curiously.<br />
‘Sægon.’<br />
‘Another meeting?’ he asks, knowing perfectly well how<br />
tedious and overbearing they can sometimes be.<br />
I nod.<br />
Although not an Altor himself, he knows almost as much<br />
about it as I do. That is the one <strong>of</strong> the pros <strong>of</strong> being Consor to an<br />
Altor, I suppose.<br />
‘So, what mischief are we going to get up to, then?’<br />
Zaniel always has been the more rebellious <strong>of</strong> the two <strong>of</strong> us.<br />
I’ve always gathered it is due to his arrogance.<br />
‘That depends,’ I say. ‘What mischief would you like to cause<br />
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today?’<br />
He takes a moment to think about it, raises his hand as<br />
though he has an idea to share, but lowers it again, suggesting the<br />
thought he had has passed.<br />
<strong>The</strong> continuing silence is one that is beginning to disturb me,<br />
and I can feel myself beginning to do the one thing I so<br />
desperately don’t wish to; think.<br />
‘How about we just train?’ I suggest, hoping to evade any<br />
further awkward silences.<br />
As much as training has become more <strong>of</strong> a chore than<br />
anything else, purely because <strong>of</strong> how frequently we actually do it<br />
and what few abilities I have to use, I know it is the perfect<br />
distraction for me. Training will keep my thoughts from haunting<br />
me.<br />
He <strong>of</strong>fers a slight nod.<br />
‘I’ll meet you there,’ he says approvingly.<br />
I can tell the thought <strong>of</strong> training has him excited. Zaniel loves<br />
training. He loves any chance to use his abilities. For some reason,<br />
he has himself convinced that he is more powerful than I, but<br />
deep down I know he knows that isn’t the case. I’m an Altor. I’m<br />
far stronger than he’ll ever be. I just may not appear it yet.<br />
Before I have the chance to say anything more, he is engulfed<br />
in his green light, sucking itself in at its centre just as I had seen<br />
my grandparents do moments before. <strong>The</strong> familiar breeze whisks<br />
through the room, and the light quickly begins to decrease to no<br />
larger than a ball. In an instant, following yet another gentle<br />
slurping sound, he is gone; nothing left but the empty space<br />
before me.<br />
Without a second thought, I prepare myself for my travels.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re is only one thing we really need to do when we envelish. In<br />
order for us to reach our destination, we simply must think<br />
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carefully about where it is we are, and where it is we want to go.<br />
Once we do this, our bodies do the rest for us.<br />
I picture my destination in my mind, describing the location<br />
to myself as though I am drawing a picture, and within an instant I<br />
can feel a tingling sensation as it overwhelms every part <strong>of</strong> my<br />
body. Everything in my presence becomes stained with a tint <strong>of</strong><br />
blue, matching the colour emitting from my now glowing body. I<br />
can feel myself progressively shrinking in size, the world around<br />
me appearing to tower around me as I shrink.<br />
As I begin to shrink, my vision gradually widens to provide a<br />
complete 360-degree panoramic view <strong>of</strong> the living room, nothing<br />
within the room remaining hidden from my view. Before I am<br />
given an opportunity to admire the view before me, a violent flash<br />
<strong>of</strong> bright, blue light swallows everything around me. I am<br />
simultaneously thrown forward with a forceful jolt, similar in<br />
effect to that experienced following the slamming <strong>of</strong> a car’s<br />
brakes, and I know the air has sucked me in, and is ready to spit<br />
me back out at a different location, just as I would if being sucked<br />
into a small black hole.<br />
In the instant following, the bright light that had swallowed<br />
my every surrounding begins to subside, revealing behind it an<br />
entirely new surrounding that remains tinted with the same shade<br />
<strong>of</strong> blue as my living room had been. I catch a brief panoramic<br />
view <strong>of</strong> my new surroundings, before my vision begins to narrow,<br />
gradually returning to its standard function as I feel my body<br />
growing back to its complete form. <strong>The</strong> tingling sensation that has<br />
remained with me during the entire process is beginning to lessen,<br />
and as the blue tint around me begins to fade I can feel myself<br />
assuming my normal form once again. Just as quickly as the light<br />
had appeared, it disappears entirely and I know I have been<br />
revealed in my complete form, but this time in a completely<br />
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different location to that which I had disappeared.<br />
Although the process feels as though it takes several<br />
moments, it is in fact almost instantaneous, taking only a few<br />
seconds at most. I have always considered it a useful tool in battle,<br />
but have never really been provided an opportunity to test that<br />
theory out.<br />
<strong>The</strong> new surroundings I now find myself are not in fact new<br />
to me. In fact, I am very well aware <strong>of</strong> precisely where I stand.<br />
This is the place Zaniel and I frequent whenever we choose to<br />
train within <strong>Ageron</strong>. <strong>The</strong>re are places back on Earth that we are<br />
able to train, but the use <strong>of</strong> our abilities is limited due to the<br />
presence <strong>of</strong> nearby Earthlies. <strong>The</strong> place I now stand is safely<br />
tucked within <strong>Ageron</strong>, away from any prospective humans, which<br />
is for their own safety as much as it is for our privacy and<br />
convenience.<br />
Earth is twice as large as the Earthly know it. An ancient,<br />
heavily enchanted barrier that stretches across half <strong>of</strong> the planet<br />
conceals the half that forms <strong>Ageron</strong>, leaving behind it the half that<br />
the Earthly have grown to know as Earth. At its outskirts, the<br />
barrier meets with several separate masses <strong>of</strong> land that, as a result<br />
<strong>of</strong> the many enchantments <strong>of</strong> the barrier, make it appear to the<br />
Earthly as though they have been merged together to form a single<br />
mass <strong>of</strong> land. This single landmass is what the Earthly know as the<br />
United Kingdom.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Earthly are unable to see, hear and feel anything within<br />
<strong>Ageron</strong>. To them, it’s simply as though absolutely nothing exists<br />
where <strong>Ageron</strong> lies.<br />
<strong>The</strong> barrier is the only thing separating both worlds, allowing<br />
only those who can envelish the freedom to pass through it, and<br />
leaving those who cannot trapped within its confines. Even if an<br />
<strong>Ageron</strong>ian who cannot envelish is carried in a shared<br />
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envelishment, whereby they are piggybacked with another who<br />
can envelish, the barrier will force anybody who cannot envelish<br />
back into their physical form on contact with it, almost filtering<br />
them from passing through it as though knowing they cannot<br />
leave.<br />
<strong>Ageron</strong>’s protective barrier possesses a number <strong>of</strong><br />
enchantments, each cast upon it so that <strong>Ageron</strong> remains oblivious<br />
to the Earthly. <strong>The</strong> most significant <strong>of</strong> these charms is that which<br />
conceals it from view <strong>of</strong> the Earthly. It also possesses other<br />
sensory incantations to make it feel as though nothing exists<br />
where <strong>Ageron</strong> lies. Should an Earthly walk into the barrier, which<br />
is something they quite frequently do, they will simply pass<br />
straight through it with no feeling at all, and end up on the<br />
opposite side <strong>of</strong> the barrier without ever having entered <strong>Ageron</strong>,<br />
almost as though they’d taken a giant leap over it without ever<br />
knowing they have left the ground.<br />
It’s a good thing that <strong>Ageron</strong> is hidden from the Earthly.<br />
Although it appears remarkably similar to any other place on<br />
Earth, with the exception that it is far cleaner and more appealing<br />
than any other place I’ve seen on Earth, the people that dwell<br />
within it are far different to the Earthly that dwell outside it.<br />
My surroundings look much like any other place I’ve been,<br />
only neater and more inviting. I am standing in the centre <strong>of</strong> an<br />
enormous field, which is lined at three <strong>of</strong> its edges with thick,<br />
green forestry, and a line <strong>of</strong> houses across its fourth. Behind the<br />
row <strong>of</strong> houses looks exactly like any other neighbourhood on<br />
Earth, only there are no roads. <strong>The</strong>re never really has been a need<br />
for them within <strong>Ageron</strong>.<br />
I now find myself standing directly beside Zaniel, who I have<br />
only just noticed out <strong>of</strong> the corner <strong>of</strong> my eye, on one <strong>of</strong> the<br />
farthest outskirts <strong>of</strong> <strong>Ageron</strong>. Immediately behind us, just beyond<br />
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the forest that lines the rear <strong>of</strong> the field we now stand, is an<br />
enormous, almost transparently glowing light that forms the<br />
barrier protecting our world, wavering gracefully as though being<br />
prompted by a gentle breeze.<br />
From within <strong>Ageron</strong>, the faint contents <strong>of</strong> the world beyond<br />
it can be seen through the barrier, almost like looking through a<br />
wall <strong>of</strong> glowing, golden mist. It is particularly funny when<br />
watching humans walk straight into the barrier, unaware <strong>of</strong> its<br />
being there. <strong>The</strong>y disappear the moment they make contact with<br />
it, and reappear instantly on the opposite side, continuing as<br />
though nothing ever happened.<br />
‘So, are we going to do this, or are you just going to stand<br />
there like an absolute idiot?’ I hear Zaniel taunt, distracting me<br />
from my admiring trance <strong>of</strong> <strong>Ageron</strong>’s barrier.<br />
Although he’s a year older than I, I am far more powerful<br />
than he, solely due to my being an Altor. That being said, he is a<br />
very worthy opponent, even if I’m not able to use my power to its<br />
full potential when training with him. He knows it, too. He’s<br />
always hurling insults at me in hope that I might actually become<br />
more <strong>of</strong> a challenge for him, but I know very well that if that were<br />
to ever happen, it could lead to devastating results.<br />
On very few occasions, as much as I do regret them, I have<br />
lost my sense <strong>of</strong> better judgment and left Zaniel more bruised and<br />
battered than I would have liked. On one occasion his relentless<br />
insults became so much <strong>of</strong> a distraction that I raised him a few<br />
metres from the ground using my telekinetic ability, and hurled<br />
him towards the nearest tree. It left him with three cracked ribs, a<br />
broken arm and a gash so deep even the most skilled <strong>of</strong> Sorcerers<br />
with healing abilities was unable to heal it entirely. Although he<br />
was quick to ever forget it had ever happened – in fact, he was so<br />
amazed by how much damage I’d done to him he felt almost<br />
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proud <strong>of</strong> me for having done it – it took some time for me to<br />
forgive myself. His taunts have since been to no effect.<br />
As is normal for any day <strong>of</strong> training, Zaniel makes the very<br />
first move. He extends his arm and raises a nearby rock as though<br />
being suspended by an invisible force.<br />
‘Watch yourself,’ he says with a grin.<br />
Within seconds, the generously sized rock is hurling directly<br />
towards me. With a single fluid movement, I raise both my hands,<br />
even though I could just as easily do it with one, and flick my<br />
wrists in the direction <strong>of</strong> the advancing rock. Mid-flight, the rock<br />
is redirected, sent soaring uninterruptedly towards a large boulder<br />
to my right, where it collides and crumbles to create several<br />
smaller rocks.<br />
‘Come on,’ I say as I stare at the rocks that now lay crushed<br />
beside the boulder. ‘You’ll have to do better than that!’<br />
I turn back to face Zaniel, only then realising that he is<br />
speeding towards me at such speed, it appears the world is moving<br />
around him. Before he comes within reach <strong>of</strong> me I jump in the air,<br />
throwing all <strong>of</strong> my weight forward and flipping midair,<br />
plummeting gently towards the ground once I’d known Zaniel had<br />
passed by below.<br />
All Sorcerers possess great athletic and inter-combat abilities.<br />
Zaniel and I have developed ours to be able to jump several<br />
metres in the air. Paranormal athletic ability is something almost<br />
all <strong>Ageron</strong>ians possess. It’s the only ability that is shared amongst<br />
all <strong>of</strong> us, regardless <strong>of</strong> what species we belong to. Zaniel’s combat<br />
skills are highly developed. Even more so than mine. But knowing<br />
so is one <strong>of</strong> his greatest weaknesses; one <strong>of</strong> which I constantly use<br />
to my advantage.<br />
‘You have to be kidding me,’ I laugh.<br />
I notice myself sounding as smug as Zaniel normally sounds,<br />
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but I’m trying as hard as I can for him to think strategy, more so<br />
than rely solely on his strength. As I turn to face him, I can’t help<br />
but grin. Not in arrogance, but to show disbelief that he couldn’t<br />
have seen that coming. To my surprise, he too shares a grin,<br />
although unlike mine, his is <strong>of</strong> overconfidence; one he shares all<br />
too frequently.<br />
‘Are you going to come and say it to my face, or are you<br />
going to stand all the way over there and hide like the girl we both<br />
know you really are,’ he says mockingly, to which I can’t help but<br />
laugh.<br />
With a roll <strong>of</strong> my eyes, I race intrepidly towards him, charging<br />
at him like a stampeding bull. Just as I am within arm’s reach <strong>of</strong><br />
him, he jumps swiftly into the air at a forty-five degree angle,<br />
almost parallel to the ground, where he spins rapidly several<br />
metres above the ground. He spins so fast he looks like a tornado,<br />
spinning rapidly at a peculiar angle, not knowing where to go.<br />
Having predicted he would somehow dodge my approach, I<br />
too jump in the air after him, grabbing him by his spinning ankles<br />
and throwing him to the ground. <strong>The</strong> very moment I motion to<br />
throw him to the ground, he grabs hold <strong>of</strong> my torso, and I am too<br />
late to stop. We are both sent crashing towards the ground,<br />
wishing we were able to fly, but knowing full well we are not.<br />
Mere seconds from impact with the ground, I raise my hands<br />
to my chest, and outstretch my hands so that my palms face the<br />
ground below me. Using my telekinesis, I create a force between<br />
the ground and myself that prevents me from colliding with it, and<br />
am stopped midair, suspended only by my telekinesis just<br />
centimetres from the ground. <strong>The</strong> moment I come to a complete<br />
stop, I throw my arm in Zaniel’s direction and do the same to him,<br />
catching him mid-fall and only centimetres from colliding with the<br />
ground below. He is so close to the ground, his nose is actually<br />
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touching the grass.<br />
He turns to face me, and smiles thankfully.<br />
‘I think this is the part where you release me?’ he asks<br />
sarcastically.<br />
Taking advantage <strong>of</strong> my control over Zaniel, I release myself<br />
and allow my body to fall to the ground, colliding with it so gently<br />
it feels as though I’ve landed on a mattress, all the while focusing<br />
on leaving Zaniel suspended helplessly in the air.<br />
‘Come on,’ he urges me. ‘That’s not fair!’<br />
‘Not fair?’ I ask rhetorically. ‘This doesn’t need to be fair.<br />
This is payback.’<br />
‘Payback? What for?’<br />
‘For charging at me when my back was turned,’ I answer.<br />
I can see him close his eyes as if regretting ever having done<br />
it, but then he produces a smile that I know means he’s expecting<br />
a challenge; a challenge I’m not willing to give him.<br />
I turn the palm controlling Zaniel towards me, and with a<br />
backward flick <strong>of</strong> my wrist, he is sent soaring across the ground,<br />
bouncing helplessly with every moment he collides with it. He is<br />
brought to a stop beside the boulder that had crumpled the rock<br />
Zaniel had thrown at me earlier, and he stands slowly, dusting<br />
himself <strong>of</strong>f as he does.<br />
Barely able to see Zaniel due to the distance he stands away<br />
from me, I instantly reduce myself to my bright glow, and vanish<br />
from my spot, reappearing instantly only a few metres in front <strong>of</strong><br />
where Zaniel stands. I arrive to find him leaning arrogantly against<br />
the boulder with one leg resting on its side, his elbow resting on its<br />
edge and supporting the weight <strong>of</strong> his head as it lay on his hand.<br />
With a laugh, I race towards him, preparing myself for the<br />
hand-to-hand combat I am expecting to follow. Within seconds <strong>of</strong><br />
having begun running, Zaniel pushes himself from the boulder<br />
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and extends both hands in front <strong>of</strong> him, overturning them so his<br />
palms face upright. With a gentle flick upwards, I begin to feel the<br />
ground below me shake violently, trembling at the request <strong>of</strong><br />
Zaniel.<br />
In the midst <strong>of</strong> trembling, the soil and grass begin leaping<br />
violently from the ground, as though small explosions from below<br />
are forcing it up. Before I have time to react, partly due to my<br />
shock <strong>of</strong> witnessing Zaniel’s newly developed ability I had known<br />
nothing about, I am thrown forcefully into the air, forced up by<br />
the explosion underneath the ground below me.<br />
Without so much as another second passing, Zaniel appears<br />
midair, his arm raised above his head. With one sudden and fluid<br />
movement, he slams his elbow into my stomach, and I am sent<br />
falling to the ground once more, this time winded and unable to<br />
stop myself from falling.<br />
Plunging helplessly towards the ground, I can do nothing but<br />
watch as the sky above me distances itself from me. I can see the<br />
clouds above me, which are only just visible through the wavering<br />
barrier <strong>of</strong> light, getting smaller and smaller as I further myself<br />
from them. As I feel myself nearing the ground, I am stopped<br />
midair with a powerful jolt, and am lowered gently to the ground<br />
below me. My only thought is that Zaniel has stopped me from<br />
falling, knowing he has emerged as the winner for this training<br />
session, and not wanting to cause me any further harm. Or<br />
humiliation.<br />
As I lay, still winded, on the ground, staring blankly through<br />
the barrier at the sky above me, Zaniel’s face appears staring down<br />
at me. At first, it looks as though his head is hovering above me,<br />
but as I catch my breath I realise he is simply leaning over me, his<br />
outstretched hand gesturing for me to take it.<br />
‘Sorry,’ he says as he hoists me up.<br />
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‘What was that?’ I ask enquiringly, confused at not having<br />
known <strong>of</strong> his latest power.<br />
‘My most recent ability,’ he responds, clearly impressed with<br />
himself. ‘It only arrived yesterday, but I’ve already been able to<br />
control it.’<br />
Abilities can <strong>of</strong>ten take weeks, or even months to master. I<br />
have been relatively lucky with mine. <strong>The</strong> longest it has ever taken<br />
for me to master a power was a week, and that was for<br />
envelishment, but I have never been able to control a power<br />
within a single day.<br />
‘Why didn’t you tell me?’<br />
‘I was going to, but I didn’t think the timing was right,’ he<br />
says. ‘Besides, I wanted to surprise you by kicking your butt.’<br />
I <strong>of</strong>fer a laugh, but it emerges as more <strong>of</strong> a cough than<br />
anything else.<br />
‘That you did!’<br />
‘You don’t need to tell me that,’ he responds with a smile<br />
wider than I have ever seen him produce.<br />
I can’t help but laugh. It’s not <strong>of</strong>ten that I am taken by<br />
surprise during training, but today has most certainly been an<br />
exception.<br />
‘I really am sorry,’ he <strong>of</strong>fers, interrupting the short silence that<br />
had filled the space around us.<br />
‘Don’t mention it. You’ll get yours!’ I say.<br />
‘But, I don’t understand?’ he asks mockingly, prompting a<br />
short-lived silence. ‘How am I supposed to defend myself against<br />
a girl?’<br />
I reach out to grab him and place him in a headlock, but<br />
before my arm reaches him he reduces himself to a ball <strong>of</strong> green<br />
light that vanishes instantly from in front <strong>of</strong> me.<br />
Just as I prepare myself to envelish and join him back home,<br />
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the hairs on the back <strong>of</strong> my neck stand suddenly, and immediately<br />
I know I am about to have a premonition. My premonitions are<br />
far unlike those the rest <strong>of</strong> my kind experience. I do not really see<br />
anything in my premonitions. Instead, I feel it. In some ways, it is<br />
more reliable than a vision. What can be seen may be easily<br />
changed, but what is sensed is far more reliable and unchangeable.<br />
I’ve <strong>of</strong>ten found that those who have visions rely far too much on<br />
what they see. I guess it’s for this reason that my premonitions are<br />
more reliable.<br />
Opening my mind to my imminent premonition, I close my<br />
eyes and block out everything but the thoughts that now fill my<br />
mind. Instantly, I am overcome with a flood <strong>of</strong> sensations that are<br />
not my own. I have become somebody else, and am feeling his or<br />
her every thought. I am sensing their every feeling. Emotions <strong>of</strong><br />
varying kind bombard my mind; fear, anxiety, relief, arrogance and<br />
finally triumph. Alone, they are nonsensical, and I know I must<br />
concentrate harder to make sense <strong>of</strong> it all.<br />
Determined to further understand its meaning, I concentrate<br />
harder than ever before, releasing any other thoughts from my<br />
mind and focusing on what sensations are to follow. <strong>The</strong> moment<br />
I empty my mind, I can sense far more than I had been presented<br />
before. I can sense a cold, dark atmosphere. An atmosphere filled<br />
with emptiness and despair, much like that I had experienced in<br />
my dream last night.<br />
Slowly, I can feel my thoughts beginning to fade, my senses<br />
becoming less and less with each progressive moment. Knowing<br />
my premonition has revealed very little detail <strong>of</strong> any sense at all, I<br />
use every ounce <strong>of</strong> mental strength I have to search for one final<br />
detail; one that might help make sense <strong>of</strong> everything. It takes a<br />
couple <strong>of</strong> moments, but I can feel my mind become as one with<br />
the person in my premonition. I am now thinking what they are<br />
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thinking. I am now feeling what they are feeling. I have become<br />
them entirely.<br />
It won’t be long now, I hear their thoughts. <strong>The</strong>y will be here soon,<br />
and when they are, nothing will stop me. I will be freed, and once I am, I will<br />
take all that is rightfully mine. Nothing will stop me. Nothing.<br />
<strong>The</strong> thoughts leave me there.<br />
I am released from the premonition, and regain control over<br />
my thoughts. Immediately I know something is wrong; all is not<br />
well. I know a danger is looming, and it is my responsibility to do<br />
everything within my power to prevent it, whatever it may be,<br />
from ever happening.<br />
With that final thought, I reduce myself to my ball <strong>of</strong> blue<br />
light, and depart <strong>Ageron</strong> for home quicker than I ever have<br />
before.<br />
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