Ch.1: Sarabian's Awakening
Shila was a world much like any other. It had vast oceans, flowing rivers, dark forests, mountain ranges, hot deserts and green valleys. Also like many other worlds, Shila was inhabited by many different species and life-forms, ranging from the tiniest bacteria invisible to the mortal eye, to the biggest of mammals that dwarf the average human. On the biggest continent on Shila was the Empire of Miasma. The people of Miasma, so called 'Miasmans', somewhat vain, considered their empire to be the centre of the world.
On the western tip of the empire of Miasma, lying a long ride from the Black Sea, sat the castle of Duke Hadrian, Ruler of the Western Ranges. Like all major castles or forts, there were many people living inside, Government officials, servants and nobles. Sarabian was the son of a maid, who had died of the plague a year before he was born, named 'Wailing Death' because of the horrible way in which it killed, causing the infected to scream endlessly in pain in their last hours. Sarabian grew up in the castle kitchen, a foster son to the castles main cook, Makra. He had an indifferent childhood, learning to serve food to the soldiers who came in after their shifts, watching the ovens and any number of other kitchen chores. He was a quiet child, and sometimes had a mean streak when people pushed him too far. He had no friends, and generally kept to himself on seventhday when he had the day off from kitchen work.
It was the day before the New Year festival, and the kitchen was working overtime to cook for all the visiting nobles from country estates for the festival. The New Years Festival was also the time in which the next generation of young men would be placed by the duke in a trade of his choosing. Sarabian would be counted 18 years old at the festival, so he would be among those apprenticed to a master. He had been working in the kitchen his whole life so he assumed he would be placed there officially by the duke, which meant he would actually learn to cook the food, instead of serve it. It did not excite him very much at all; in fact he was rather glum about it. The Masters of the local trades would meet with the duke the night before the festival and help him decide which of the young castle boys would apprentice with which master. Sarabian was making runs between the kitchen and the storage sheds, bringing all sorts of ingredients that Master Makra needed for the cooking. He was just coming through the kitchen door, when one of the kitchen cats ran between his legs and tripped him up. He landed flat on his face and the basket of potatoes went flying. Sarabian sat up, muttering to himself about the annoying kitchen cats, and began gathering up the potatoes again when Makra came over to him.
"Boy, watch where you are walking" Makra said to Sarabian in a dangerous tone.
"Sorry, Master Makra, one of the cats went between my feet" Sarabian excused himself meekly, lowering his eyes.
"Just be quick about your work, boy" Makra said, and he rushed back to his cooking.
Sarabian was used to people being angry with him, it seemed that nothing he did was ever good enough. He felt like he could never win.
The day of the festival dawned, and Sarabian awoke on his pallet in one of the kitchen storerooms feeling down and glum. He was not looking forward to the Apprenticing that would happen later that afternoon, after the midday meal. He passed the first half of the day doing his normal chores and then eating a light lunch of dried apples and bread in the kitchen. The time came when he had to head out to the main courtyard of the castle for the Apprenticing. He walked up through the castle feeling nervous, until he was in the courtyard with all the other boys of a like age. He was the last to arrive, so there was already a decent bunch of young men waiting, and the duke was on the balcony overlooking the courtyard with a few of his officials and advisers. Normally the duke would have to shout for the people gathered below to hear him properly, but his magician adviser, Borin, was employing his arts to magnify the dukes voice.
"All is ready; we shall now begin the Apprenticing" the dukes voice boomed over the gathering.
And so he started calling out names of the young men of the castle, and placed them with one of the trade masters. Sarabian waited for his name anxiously for what seemed like hours. Name after name was called until he suddenly realised that the last person next to him had just been called. He was the last person standing there. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, and that moment seemed to last forever. Sarabian began to think he wasn't going to be placed with any master. His heart was beating wildly, his palms were sweating and his knees were shaking. Finally the duke called,
"Sarabian, Master Borin will be your master."
Sarabian started breathing again, but he was stunned senseless. He didn't know what to do. A magician? He could never be a magician. He stood there motionless, until finally he realised everyone was filing back into the castle to assume their duties. Sarabian rushed back to the kitchen, thinking he would continue his kitchen duties until the next day at least. He was there when Master Borin appeared and called him over.
"Sarabian, you are now my apprentice." The magician said, "I imagine you have many questions, but I will try to explain most of what you need to know now, and then show you to your room. I have much to do today, so your studies will not begin until tomorrow. If you are wondering why you were chosen to be my apprentice, it is because I asked the duke. I sensed something in you and I feel that with the proper training you can be a master of the magicians' art. Our art is one that takes years to master, and training will not be neither easy nor pleasant, but believe me when I say it's worth it. Now come, you get your own room that adjoins my study. Follow me."
Stunned, Sarabian could only follow the black robed magician through the castle.
Over the next half year, Sarabian struggled mightily to master the art of magic. He was having some difficulty getting it to work, but he was a quick study in the theory and scrollwork of the magicians' art. He was getting very frustrated, failing to even make the smallest incantations work. Master Borin insisted that it would come in time, but Sarabian began to grow doubts. One morning, Master Borin awakened him earlier than usual and told him to get dressed and meet him in the study. Sarabian did so and sat in one of the chairs by the fireplace in the study. Master Borin asked him,
"Would you like to learn how to ride horses? Princess Gloriana enjoys riding to Sailor's Bluff for picnics and the duke wants to give her an escort since he's too busy to go with her."