"That was how the Yoshan dynasty in the east began. A family of great power and influence, and a family who fought for this country's safety during the power struggle eighty years ago. Now, I want you all to make sure you right down this homework...Miss Stanes?" The teacher immediately stopped writing the homework down on the chalk board and decided to throw the chalk at the head of a brown short haired girl, who sat in the middle of the class.
It bounced off of her head and landed on the floor. The girl lifted her head slowly and groaned while rubbing her large dark brown eyes.
"I want you to see me after class Miss Stanes."
The class oohed and at the teachers statement while the girl rolled her eyes and sat up straight. Time went by quickly and it was the end of class. The girl made her way over to the teacher's desk after the entire class left and was ready to hear the usual ranting from him.
"Miss Stanes. I do not want to have to inform your parents of your antics every single day. I don't care if you don't like History, it's a core subject in this school that you must pass."
The girl yawned while covering her mouth. The teacher, now irritated stood up and sat her down, then placed a book in front of her. It had the words 'Original Tales' written in bold gold on the front. The girl looked up at the teacher and then back at the book confused.
"What do you want me to do? Read it?" She asked.
"Obviously!" The teacher said optimistically. "Oh, I recommend you read page 80 to 82."
She read the pages the teacher recommended and was slightly intrigued with the story, 'The Wagon of Harold'. She closed the book and slid it back to her teacher.
"It wasn't very interesting." She said.
The teacher scoffed and then handed her the book again. "Take it home. Read more of these stories. Some are even true and are also in historic scriptures."
She placed the book into her school bag, slung it around her shoulder and bid the teacher farewell, closing the door behind her.
"What am I going to do with her..." The teacher sighed.
The girl continued on her usual route home. She lived in a town surrounded by nature in the east of the continent. In this world, there were four large continents around the world. The Giant's continent, Giants didn't live there but it was said they still exist in that continent, hiding from the human eye. There was the Underwater continent, a gigantic slump of land underwater, coated in a large bubble of magic power so that it didn't sink. Humans live together with mermaids and mermen here. Finally, the Eurati and Hargan continents, both home to humans, beast people, and dwarves alike, along with the hidden culture of elves. These two continents neighboured each other but the girl lived in the Eurati continent. To travel between continents required sea travel or the use of magic gates.
The girl arrived at her home and walked past her mom cooking dinner.
"Vlaire. Why're you home so late? Don't tell me you annoyed Mr Harris again and got detention."
Her father peeked over his newspaper, "I don't want another parent teacher meeting Vlaire."
Vlaire groaned and went upstairs. "Just call me down when dinners ready please."
She went to her room, threw her bag in the corner and slumped to her bed, her face buried into her pillow. She turned her head to the punching bag in the corner of her room and sighed ignoring it. This was out of character for her. Usually, after getting an earful from teachers at school and her parents at home, she'd start swinging at it at full force but today she felt something different. Vlaire rolled over onto her back and stared out of the window, seeing the orange rays of light slowly disappearing over the neighbouring houses roofs. Her eyes trailed to the corner of the room and to her bag, remembering the contents of the story book she read at school.
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Sighing, she stood up and walked to her bag, unstrapping it open and then removing the book. Once again looking at the red cover and gold bold writing. She opened it and sat on the edge of her bed, reading something called "The Story of Adan", in hushed whispers.
"The Collapsing Sun. A treasure lost by a known explorer from an age long past. His name was "Adan", a traveller and thief who was at the top in his skill of stealing and robbing. He was wanted across the world for his antics of stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, severely damaging noble families and shaking order in many Countries. Nearing his end, he forgot a treasure that could ruin and shake the world to its core. It is said that the one who retrieves this lost treasure will have the power to change the world for better or worse."
Vlaire closed the book and sat it down on her bed side table after finishing the contents of the short story.
"Vlaire! Dinner!" Her mother called.
She stood up and went downstairs, the story of Adan still on her mind. While eating, her eyes only stared at the fork she wasn't using, her mind constantly replaying key points from the story, such as the Collapsing Sun, Adan, His friends, Stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, and of course, the power to change the world, for better or for worse.
"Vlaire. I called your name three times, you okay? Did that teacher at school do something?" Her father asked suspiciously.
"No. Nothing like that. I was just wondering if you guys ever heard anything about The Story of Adan?" She asked, picking at the peas on her plate.
"Adan? We used to hear that story all the time back in school. Why?" Her mother asked.
"Oh, it's just, I wanted to hear your opinion on it."
Her father immediately replied with a stern voice. "I hate the story. Its just about some dumb criminal, so don't get influenced like all those kids at my school used to."
Eventually, it was time for bed and Vlaire sat in the darkness of her room, under her covers and looking up at the ceiling.
"The Collapsing sun huh." She rolled over and closed her eyes falling asleep. The next day came quickly, the rays of light tickling her eyelids forcing Vlaire to groan and fall out of bed. Her chin landed on the story book from the night before, making her rub her chin but remember the story she read as well.
She went down for breakfast, her mother already out of the house, and her father eating at the table. She sat with him nad still couldn't remove the Adan story from her mind. She suddenly had an idea.
"Dad. You think I could apply to Herring Academy?"
Her father twitched and then looked at her confused. "Vlaire, honey, you barely have any mana within you. How do you expect to keep up with all the rich snot nosed kids there, who somehow have lots of magic potential compared to common folk like us."
She shrugged and continued with her plan. "I think it would be a good opportunity for me to get somewhere in life. I don't especially like school but maybe throwing magic into the mix could be fun."
Her father's eyes narrowed. He stood up and went outside to his wife who was putting up the washing, he said some inaudible words to her and she immediately came in with him.
"So you want to do the Herring entrance exam? Why?" Her mother asked.
"Like I said it would be a good chance for me to find something I might like. You guys know I'm pretty bored with school stuff right now. Maybe, magic is my calling." Acting all optimistic, she stood up while saying this and clenched her fist in determination until it started trembling.
Her parents went back to the yard outside where the washing was and started talking. Vlaire watched from the window in interest. It was as though she was spellbound with the idea of finding some long lost treasure from the dark ages that belonged to some sort of thief mage. It excited her to no avail and she was happy to finally have something she was passionate about. Soon, her parents came walking back in, closed the door behind them and sat down in the two chairs opposite of Vlaire.
"For almost two years, we've barely seen you so open and optimistic about something. You clenched your fist until it shook through sheer passion for magic..." Her father teared up in happiness. "How could we not let you go!?" He screamed.
"Quiet down honey." Vlaires mother begged. "Anyway, like your father said, we'd be more than happy to let you take the exam. We'll find out when the next exam is, so make sure to prepare yourself well. After all, like us, your magic abilities are small, but not non-existent."
Vlaire smiled but inside she felt mildly bad. After all, she was lying to her parents about going to some magic school as a passion, but was instead going, just to find some clues on the whereabouts of the Collapsing sun.
"Thanks."