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Amazed. Shocked. Numerous amounts of feelings crossed her mind, running like wildfire, when she heard the news. A certain numbness held her slender body back, constraining her from screaming and shouting, stopping the tears from running down her red cheeks. News that would bring great destruction, that would bring the end. The elder had willed sagacious words upon her, words that would permanently be locked in her mind for eternity. Words of the dark arts, for they had been inherited, yes, however, they had been inherited into her. Now the very blood of blackness was thriving within her soul, pumping her cold heart. But this news, it seemed to feel like one thousand daggers driving mercilessly into her chest, stabbing the very life and being from her. It was a blow to her, but she knew life had to go on, in an attempt to save the lives of others.
Nowadays, the black mages were quite uncommon, but this female had learned to deal with it, despite the rumours that travelled about her. She had gotten instructions from the aging elder, to try to find a place, a guild, if you will, that only mages go. A place where the mages were not feared, where commoners did not shake in terror at the very sight of one. This guild was named “the Guild of the Mages”. It was rumoured, this she had heard from her elder, that mages flocked there, to train themselves in their category of arts and to meet other mages, and not feel as left out as usual. There was a place in her heart, a place that was reserved for feeling wanted.
Shinrai ran two fingers up her small staff. It was refined out of a pure silver metal, with crunched up bunches running up and down the sides. The staff swirled round at the top, into a spiral, finishing with a beautiful glowing peridot, positioned at the very end of the spiral. The touch of the metal felt smooth against her delicate hands. It felt as though it hadn’t been touched in days, so cold and icy. It sent shivers running up and down her spine.
Her chocolate brown eyes were averted from their recent gaze of the staff, to a large building, which was looming in front of her. An old-fashioned sign was hammered into the ground, thought it looked like it was rotting. The board had “Guild of the Mages” inscribed on it, in a fancy italic font. It looked pretty good, for something so old. A sudden blast of wind sent her auburn coloured hair flying in all directions. Shinrai raised a hand to sweep it back, to tuck it back behind her ears, so it once again framed her porcelain doll like face. She tentatively took steps forward, before finding it wasn’t too difficult a task for her to complete.
Shinrai felt her hands resting on the metal doorknobs. She twisted them sideways and pulled backwards, hoping to open them. The doors opened with a bang, Shinrai cringed. Sometimes she didn’t know her own strength. A mage standing by the door looked up at the commotion. “Name?” he asked, sounding weary. “Last name first please.” He waved his hand frustratedly. “Azuki Shinrai.” The mage nodded and replied, “Step through.” Just as Shinrai stepped forward, another bang rang through the building. She quickly turned and saw someone new entering.
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