Chapter 2: Awakening
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Chapter 2: Awakening
Tyron didn't even make it to the door before there was a modest knock. He frowned, it was unusual for anyone to try and find him in this house, since he was almost never here. This person must have seen him come in. That narrowed the list of suspects quite considerably. He approached the thick wooden door and paused.
"Elsbeth?" He called through the door.
"How did you know?" came the muffled reply.
"Intuition."
He smiled to himself and turned the latch, opening the door to the day and the bright young woman on the other side. He was greeted with a wide smile and warm green eyes that danced with excitement.
"Hey, Tyron! Are you ready for the big day? Are those clean clothes I spy?"
"Ah, yeah. I thought I should ... dress up, a bit."
"You look good! I thought I'd dress up a little myself. What do you think?"
She performed a quick twirl for him, letting her long dress flutter in the wind as she giggled girlishly. The dress itself left her slender arms bare whilst reaching down to below her knees. Tyron idly noticed that she also had her best shoes on for the occasion, and maybe... was she wearing a hint of powder?
"You look great," he said, honestly.
She calmed herself with a hand to her chest and smiled.
"Thanks. I know I shouldn't have bothered, but I just couldn't help but get excited! I can't believe it's finally happening..."
She was so animated and full of life it was almost blinding to see, Tyron glanced to one side as he wished that smile was only for him.
"Yeah. It's getting close to time, are you ready to go?"
"Ready? I've been ready for hours! The only reason I'm out here is I've been waiting for you! The others are already waiting at the library, so hurry up!"
"Fine, fine," he grumbled as he stepped through the doorway and locked it behind him. "Nobody told you guys you had to wait for me."
Elsbeth just rolled her eyes.
"Oh sure, after ten years of class together we'll just drop you on the last day. Now come on."
She grabbed him by the arm and hauled him down the cobbled street, her soft shoes barely making a sound on the road. He put up with it for a moment until he felt uncomfortable and pulled his arm free.
"I'm coming, okay? You're going to ruin your shoes, let's just walk."
"Fine," she huffed and set off at a brisk pace toward the centre of town.
Foxbridge wasn't a particularly large or important town. It held no strategic value or rare resource and its relatively rural location doomed it to mediocrity. What it did have was a fairly central location in this province, relative safety and a river. The Blue River flowed from the ironically named Red Stone Mountains and carried its way toward the central province near the capital, which meant the little trade that occurred out here all went through the town. The end result was a quietly prosperous rural hub, perfect for a family to live quietly and start a business or farm, or for a roving pair of Slayers to drop their child in his uncle's hands.
There were a few amenities that most children in the outer edges of the Kingdom wouldn't have access to, such as the school, library and among other things, a fully charged Awakening Stone. Which meant on the year they turned eighteen, people from all over the outer edges of the province would travel here for the ceremony. Tyron hoped the Mayor had a good night's sleep, he'd be watching over the ceremony from midday to close to midnight in all likelihood.
Indeed, as the pair approached the square, the crowds grew thicker and the faces noticeably more hairless. By the time they'd closed in on the library the bodies were shoulder to shoulder.
"This is why I wanted to get here early," Elsbeth threw him a mournful look as she raised herself onto her toes to look for their friends. "Ah! I see them! Let's go."
She started to push her way through the crowd with a determined set to her face, leaving Tyron no choice but to sigh and follow, apologising as he went. Thankfully, nobody took any serious offence and they were able to make their way to the wooden railing in front of the library in one piece.
"Took you long enough," Rufus smirked, "I told you he would sleep in. You didn't need to wait for him."
Elsbeth waved a hand to brush off the criticism.
"There's no harm done, we're all here now. Right, Laurel?"
The fourth member of their small circle just shrugged her shoulders.
"It's fine. How're you doing, Tyron?"
"Tired," he sighed, "but I'm here."
Rufus threw him a baffled look, as if wondering how he could possibly be tired after sleeping in to such an hour, but Laurel just nodded.
"Had any more thoughts on what Class you'll get?" she asked.
Naturally all anyone had wanted to talk about for the last year was their Class, indeed, most of their childhood was focussed on this topic. It created a lot of pressure and excitement amongst most kids but Tyron was just bored with it. They'd talked about it around and around in circles for almost a decade already. Nobody knew anything for certain until the event happened. Making up endless plans that may never come to fruition was a waste of mental energy.
"No," he sighed, "to be honest, I'm just looking forward to getting it done. I want to get my Class, read up on it and go home. I'm ready to move on with my life."
"Always the books with you," Rufus scoffed. "We should get out and celebrate! We're awakening today!"
"What if we get an unsanctioned Class?" Elsbeth fretted. "If I got something banned, I don't know what I'd do."
"Good on you El," he mouthed to no-one in particular as the girl in question collected herself and dashed toward her mother who had closed the tailoring shop to watch the big event.
Shortly afterwards Elsbeth, Laurel and Rufus disappeared from the square leaving Tyron alone in the crowd. He tried to shrug it off. They had family to celebrate with and planning to do, their futures suddenly so much more clear than they had been a moment ago, whereas he still had to wait another half hour. It still stung. But no matter. He'd relied on himself thus far, he would cross the final hurdle the same way.
Person by person, the line diminished as each youth stepped forward and learned their fate. With every step forward Tyron had to master himself all over again as nervousness and anxiety rose to try and drag him down. By the time he finally reached the front he felt exhausted and a headache had begun to form in his temples. It could have been the lack of sleep, or the sun beating down on him or the repeated waves of emotion but as he stepped to the stone and the Mayor's mumbled words reached his ears he felt physically sick.
Almost done now. One step forward, throw your hands on the stupid rock and it's finished. You'll be able to make your own way, like you've always wanted. It's right there in front of you. Just TAKE IT.
And he did.
He drew a sudden, deep breath, took a long stride forward and slapped his hands down on the stone.
Immediately he felt as if his mind had been pulled from his body and into a vast space of light and darkness. He felt infinity. He felt cold. He didn’t feel anything at all. Time stretched out before him until he couldn't begin to guess how long he'd waited, then a voice spoke, the vibrations sending waves throughout his being.
Tyron Steelhand. You seek power. You seek control, both over yourself and your fate. What's more, you seek control over those around you, to ensure they will not hurt you, to ensure they will act according to your will. You have made the darkness your home and the study of the arcane your passion. Solitude and Authority are your desires. They shall be granted.
You have received the Class: Necromancer.
The Mage of the Dead, the Necromancer can summon spirits, create Undead and call upon Dark Magicks. To increase your proficiency, you must engage in the core pursuits of the Class; Raise the dead and drive them to battle on your behalf.
Class Attributes per level:
Intelligence +2;
Wisdom +1;
Constitution +1;
Manipulation +1;
Skills granted level one:
Corpse Appraisal.
Corpse Preparation.
Spells granted level one:
Raise Dead.
He felt his brain burn as the new knowledge was inscribed upon it. Half-understood whispers and slivers of thought were shoved into his head as he weakly tried to withstand the process. Then his mind slammed back into body and his senses returned. For a moment he didn't move. Couldn't move. What Class was this? What had just happened? He stood in front of the stone, his hands still clasped on it, stone still and gaping like a fish. Before he could formulate his thoughts, another voice burst into his mind and spoke directly to his soul. Where the first voice had been powerful and righteous, this one was dark and sinister.
Tyron Steelhand. The strings of fate have been woven tight around you in ways we find most amusing. With our aid it's possible that you may survive long enough to provide greater amusement still.
You have caught the Eye of the Dark Ones, The Scarlet Court and the Abyss. They have granted you a Special Class.
You have received the Sub-Class: Anathema.
You are the enemy of the righteous and villain in the eyes of the Gods. You have drawn the attention of those who lie beyond, but not their favour. To increase your proficiency, perform those acts that will please your dark patrons. Give worship and spread the Will of the Dark Ones, offer sacrifice and blood to The Scarlet Court or plumb the forbidden mysteries of the Abyss.
Class Attributes per level:
Constitution +2;
Intelligence +2;
Willpower +2;
Skills granted level one:
None.
Spells granted level one:
None.
On the heels of his first shock, the second numbed him almost to insensibility. He just wasn't able to process what he'd just heard. A Special Class? Anathema? Enemy of the Gods?! Frozen in place with his hands on the stone his mind raced to try and catch up until he heard a polite cough from next to him. Tyron turned his frantic gaze to the side to find the Mayor kindly looking back at him.
"Everything alright there, lad?"
Tyron reflexively forced a smile to his face and nodded.
"Of course! Everything's great!"
He stepped to one side to allow the next person through and managed to keep his feet steady as he walked back into the crowd. He pushed through until he reached the edge and clear streets opened up before him.
He ran.
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Chapter 2: Awakening
Tyron didn't even make it to the door before there was a modest knock. He frowned, it was unusual for anyone to try and find him in this house, since he was almost never here. This person must have seen him come in. That narrowed the list of suspects quite considerably. He approached the thick wooden door and paused.
"Elsbeth?" He called through the door.
"How did you know?" came the muffled reply.
"Intuition."
He smiled to himself and turned the latch, opening the door to the day and the bright young woman on the other side. He was greeted with a wide smile and warm green eyes that danced with excitement.
"Hey, Tyron! Are you ready for the big day? Are those clean clothes I spy?"
"Ah, yeah. I thought I should ... dress up, a bit."
"You look good! I thought I'd dress up a little myself. What do you think?"
She performed a quick twirl for him, letting her long dress flutter in the wind as she giggled girlishly. The dress itself left her slender arms bare whilst reaching down to below her knees. Tyron idly noticed that she also had her best shoes on for the occasion, and maybe... was she wearing a hint of powder?
"You look great," he said, honestly.
She calmed herself with a hand to her chest and smiled.
"Thanks. I know I shouldn't have bothered, but I just couldn't help but get excited! I can't believe it's finally happening..."
She was so animated and full of life it was almost blinding to see, Tyron glanced to one side as he wished that smile was only for him.
"Yeah. It's getting close to time, are you ready to go?"
"Ready? I've been ready for hours! The only reason I'm out here is I've been waiting for you! The others are already waiting at the library, so hurry up!"
"Fine, fine," he grumbled as he stepped through the doorway and locked it behind him. "Nobody told you guys you had to wait for me."
Elsbeth just rolled her eyes.
"Oh sure, after ten years of class together we'll just drop you on the last day. Now come on."
She grabbed him by the arm and hauled him down the cobbled street, her soft shoes barely making a sound on the road. He put up with it for a moment until he felt uncomfortable and pulled his arm free.
"I'm coming, okay? You're going to ruin your shoes, let's just walk."
"Fine," she huffed and set off at a brisk pace toward the centre of town.
Foxbridge wasn't a particularly large or important town. It held no strategic value or rare resource and its relatively rural location doomed it to mediocrity. What it did have was a fairly central location in this province, relative safety and a river. The Blue River flowed from the ironically named Red Stone Mountains and carried its way toward the central province near the capital, which meant the little trade that occurred out here all went through the town. The end result was a quietly prosperous rural hub, perfect for a family to live quietly and start a business or farm, or for a roving pair of Slayers to drop their child in his uncle's hands.
There were a few amenities that most children in the outer edges of the Kingdom wouldn't have access to, such as the school, library and among other things, a fully charged Awakening Stone. Which meant on the year they turned eighteen, people from all over the outer edges of the province would travel here for the ceremony. Tyron hoped the Mayor had a good night's sleep, he'd be watching over the ceremony from midday to close to midnight in all likelihood.
Indeed, as the pair approached the square, the crowds grew thicker and the faces noticeably more hairless. By the time they'd closed in on the library the bodies were shoulder to shoulder.
"This is why I wanted to get here early," Elsbeth threw him a mournful look as she raised herself onto her toes to look for their friends. "Ah! I see them! Let's go."
She started to push her way through the crowd with a determined set to her face, leaving Tyron no choice but to sigh and follow, apologising as he went. Thankfully, nobody took any serious offence and they were able to make their way to the wooden railing in front of the library in one piece.
"Took you long enough," Rufus smirked, "I told you he would sleep in. You didn't need to wait for him."
Elsbeth waved a hand to brush off the criticism.
"There's no harm done, we're all here now. Right, Laurel?"
The fourth member of their small circle just shrugged her shoulders.
"It's fine. How're you doing, Tyron?"
"Tired," he sighed, "but I'm here."
Rufus threw him a baffled look, as if wondering how he could possibly be tired after sleeping in to such an hour, but Laurel just nodded.
"Had any more thoughts on what Class you'll get?" she asked.
Naturally all anyone had wanted to talk about for the last year was their Class, indeed, most of their childhood was focussed on this topic. It created a lot of pressure and excitement amongst most kids but Tyron was just bored with it. They'd talked about it around and around in circles for almost a decade already. Nobody knew anything for certain until the event happened. Making up endless plans that may never come to fruition was a waste of mental energy.
"No," he sighed, "to be honest, I'm just looking forward to getting it done. I want to get my Class, read up on it and go home. I'm ready to move on with my life."
"Always the books with you," Rufus scoffed. "We should get out and celebrate! We're awakening today!"
"What if we get an unsanctioned Class?" Elsbeth fretted. "If I got something banned, I don't know what I'd do."
"Good on you El," he mouthed to no-one in particular as the girl in question collected herself and dashed toward her mother who had closed the tailoring shop to watch the big event.
Shortly afterwards Elsbeth, Laurel and Rufus disappeared from the square leaving Tyron alone in the crowd. He tried to shrug it off. They had family to celebrate with and planning to do, their futures suddenly so much more clear than they had been a moment ago, whereas he still had to wait another half hour. It still stung. But no matter. He'd relied on himself thus far, he would cross the final hurdle the same way.
Person by person, the line diminished as each youth stepped forward and learned their fate. With every step forward Tyron had to master himself all over again as nervousness and anxiety rose to try and drag him down. By the time he finally reached the front he felt exhausted and a headache had begun to form in his temples. It could have been the lack of sleep, or the sun beating down on him or the repeated waves of emotion but as he stepped to the stone and the Mayor's mumbled words reached his ears he felt physically sick.
Almost done now. One step forward, throw your hands on the stupid rock and it's finished. You'll be able to make your own way, like you've always wanted. It's right there in front of you. Just TAKE IT.
And he did.
He drew a sudden, deep breath, took a long stride forward and slapped his hands down on the stone.
Immediately he felt as if his mind had been pulled from his body and into a vast space of light and darkness. He felt infinity. He felt cold. He didn’t feel anything at all. Time stretched out before him until he couldn't begin to guess how long he'd waited, then a voice spoke, the vibrations sending waves throughout his being.
Tyron Steelhand. You seek power. You seek control, both over yourself and your fate. What's more, you seek control over those around you, to ensure they will not hurt you, to ensure they will act according to your will. You have made the darkness your home and the study of the arcane your passion. Solitude and Authority are your desires. They shall be granted.
You have received the Class: Necromancer.
The Mage of the Dead, the Necromancer can summon spirits, create Undead and call upon Dark Magicks. To increase your proficiency, you must engage in the core pursuits of the Class; Raise the dead and drive them to battle on your behalf.
Class Attributes per level:
Intelligence +2;
Wisdom +1;
Constitution +1;
Manipulation +1;
Skills granted level one:
Corpse Appraisal.
Corpse Preparation.
Spells granted level one:
Raise Dead.
He felt his brain burn as the new knowledge was inscribed upon it. Half-understood whispers and slivers of thought were shoved into his head as he weakly tried to withstand the process. Then his mind slammed back into body and his senses returned. For a moment he didn't move. Couldn't move. What Class was this? What had just happened? He stood in front of the stone, his hands still clasped on it, stone still and gaping like a fish. Before he could formulate his thoughts, another voice burst into his mind and spoke directly to his soul. Where the first voice had been powerful and righteous, this one was dark and sinister.
Tyron Steelhand. The strings of fate have been woven tight around you in ways we find most amusing. With our aid it's possible that you may survive long enough to provide greater amusement still.
You have caught the Eye of the Dark Ones, The Scarlet Court and the Abyss. They have granted you a Special Class.
You have received the Sub-Class: Anathema.
You are the enemy of the righteous and villain in the eyes of the Gods. You have drawn the attention of those who lie beyond, but not their favour. To increase your proficiency, perform those acts that will please your dark patrons. Give worship and spread the Will of the Dark Ones, offer sacrifice and blood to The Scarlet Court or plumb the forbidden mysteries of the Abyss.
Class Attributes per level:
Constitution +2;
Intelligence +2;
Willpower +2;
Skills granted level one:
None.
Spells granted level one:
None.
On the heels of his first shock, the second numbed him almost to insensibility. He just wasn't able to process what he'd just heard. A Special Class? Anathema? Enemy of the Gods?! Frozen in place with his hands on the stone his mind raced to try and catch up until he heard a polite cough from next to him. Tyron turned his frantic gaze to the side to find the Mayor kindly looking back at him.
"Everything alright there, lad?"
Tyron reflexively forced a smile to his face and nodded.
"Of course! Everything's great!"
He stepped to one side to allow the next person through and managed to keep his feet steady as he walked back into the crowd. He pushed through until he reached the edge and clear streets opened up before him.
He ran.
Chapter 2: AwakeningTyron didn't even make it to the door before there was a modest knock. He frowned, it was unusual for anyone to try and find him in this house, since he was almost never here. This person must have seen him come in. That narrowed the list of suspects quite considerably. He approached the thick wooden door and paused."Elsbeth?" He called through the door."How did you know?" came the muffled reply."Intuition."He smiled to himself and turned the latch, opening the door to the day and the bright young woman on the other side. He was greeted with a wide smile and warm green eyes that danced with excitement."Hey, Tyron! Are you ready for the big day? Are those clean clothes I spy?""Ah, yeah. I thought I should ... dress up, a bit.""You look good! I thought I'd dress up a little myself. What do you think?"She performed a quick twirl for him, letting her long dress flutter in the wind as she giggled girlishly. The dress itself left her slender arms bare whilst reaching down to below her knees. Tyron idly noticed that she also had her best shoes on for the occasion, and maybe... was she wearing a hint of powder?"You look great," he said, honestly.She calmed herself with a hand to her chest and smiled."Thanks. I know I shouldn't have bothered, but I just couldn't help but get excited! I can't believe it's finally happening..."She was so animated and full of life it was almost blinding to see, Tyron glanced to one side as he wished that smile was only for him."Yeah. It's getting close to time, are you ready to go?""Ready? I've been ready for hours! The only reason I'm out here is I've been waiting for you! The others are already waiting at the library, so hurry up!""Fine, fine," he grumbled as he stepped through the doorway and locked it behind him. "Nobody told you guys you had to wait for me."Elsbeth just rolled her eyes."Oh sure, after ten years of class together we'll just drop you on the last day. Now come on."She grabbed him by the arm and hauled him down the cobbled street, her soft shoes barely making a sound on the road. He put up with it for a moment until he felt uncomfortable and pulled his arm free."I'm coming, okay? You're going to ruin your shoes, let's just walk.""Fine," she huffed and set off at a brisk pace toward the centre of town.Foxbridge wasn't a particularly large or important town. It held no strategic value or rare resource and its relatively rural location doomed it to mediocrity. What it did have was a fairly central location in this province, relative safety and a river. The Blue River flowed from the ironically named Red Stone Mountains and carried its way toward the central province near the capital, which meant the little trade that occurred out here all went through the town. The end result was a quietly prosperous rural hub, perfect for a family to live quietly and start a business or farm, or for a roving pair of Slayers to drop their child in his uncle's hands.There were a few amenities that most children in the outer edges of the Kingdom wouldn't have access to, such as the school, library and among other things, a fully charged Awakening Stone. Which meant on the year they turned eighteen, people from all over the outer edges of the province would travel here for the ceremony. Tyron hoped the Mayor had a good night's sleep, he'd be watching over the ceremony from midday to close to midnight in all likelihood.Indeed, as the pair approached the square, the crowds grew thicker and the faces noticeably more hairless. By the time they'd closed in on the library the bodies were shoulder to shoulder."This is why I wanted to get here early," Elsbeth threw him a mournful look as she raised herself onto her toes to look for their friends. "Ah! I see them! Let's go."She started to push her way through the crowd with a determined set to her face, leaving Tyron no choice but to sigh and follow, apologising as he went. Thankfully, nobody took any serious offence and they were able to make their way to the wooden railing in front of the library in one piece."Took you long enough," Rufus smirked, "I told you he would sleep in. You didn't need to wait for him."Elsbeth waved a hand to brush off the criticism."There's no harm done, we're all here now. Right, Laurel?"The fourth member of their small circle just shrugged her shoulders."It's fine. How're you doing, Tyron?""Tired," he sighed, "but I'm here."Rufus threw him a baffled look, as if wondering how he could possibly be tired after sleeping in to such an hour, but Laurel just nodded."Had any more thoughts on what Class you'll get?" she asked.Naturally all anyone had wanted to talk about for the last year was their Class, indeed, most of their childhood was focussed on this topic. It created a lot of pressure and excitement amongst most kids but Tyron was just bored with it. They'd talked about it around and around in circles for almost a decade already. Nobody knew anything for certain until the event happened. Making up endless plans that may never come to fruition was a waste of mental energy."No," he sighed, "to be honest, I'm just looking forward to getting it done. I want to get my Class, read up on it and go home. I'm ready to move on with my life.""Always the books with you," Rufus scoffed. "We should get out and celebrate! We're awakening today!""What if we get an unsanctioned Class?" Elsbeth fretted. "If I got something banned, I don't know what I'd do.""Good on you El," he mouthed to no-one in particular as the girl in question collected herself and dashed toward her mother who had closed the tailoring shop to watch the big event.Shortly afterwards Elsbeth, Laurel and Rufus disappeared from the square leaving Tyron alone in the crowd. He tried to shrug it off. They had family to celebrate with and planning to do, their futures suddenly so much more clear than they had been a moment ago, whereas he still had to wait another half hour. It still stung. But no matter. He'd relied on himself thus far, he would cross the final hurdle the same way.Person by person, the line diminished as each youth stepped forward and learned their fate. With every step forward Tyron had to master himself all over again as nervousness and anxiety rose to try and drag him down. By the time he finally reached the front he felt exhausted and a headache had begun to form in his temples. It could have been the lack of sleep, or the sun beating down on him or the repeated waves of emotion but as he stepped to the stone and the Mayor's mumbled words reached his ears he felt physically sick.Almost done now. One step forward, throw your hands on the stupid rock and it's finished. You'll be able to make your own way, like you've always wanted. It's right there in front of you. Just TAKE IT.And he did.He drew a sudden, deep breath, took a long stride forward and slapped his hands down on the stone.Immediately he felt as if his mind had been pulled from his body and into a vast space of light and darkness. He felt infinity. He felt cold. He didn't feel anything at all. Time stretched out before him until he couldn't begin to guess how long he'd waited, then a voice spoke, the vibrations sending waves throughout his being.Tyron Steelhand. You seek power. You seek control, both over yourself and your fate. What's more, you seek control over those around you, to ensure they will not hurt you, to ensure they will act according to your will. You have made the darkness your home and the study of the arcane your passion. Solitude and Authority are your desires. They shall be granted.You have received the Class: Necromancer.The Mage of the Dead, the Necromancer can summon spirits, create Undead and call upon Dark Magicks. To increase your proficiency, you must engage in the core pursuits of the Class; Raise the dead and drive them to battle on your behalf.Class Attributes per level:Intelligence +2;Wisdom +1;Constitution +1;Manipulation +1;Skills granted level one:Corpse Appraisal.Corpse Preparation.Spells granted level one:Raise Dead.He felt his brain burn as the new knowledge was inscribed upon it. Half-understood whispers and slivers of thought were shoved into his head as he weakly tried to withstand the process. Then his mind slammed back into body and his senses returned. For a moment he didn't move. Couldn't move. What Class was this? What had just happened? He stood in front of the stone, his hands still clasped on it, stone still and gaping like a fish. Before he could formulate his thoughts, another voice burst into his mind and spoke directly to his soul. Where the first voice had been powerful and righteous, this one was dark and sinister.Tyron Steelhand. The strings of fate have been woven tight around you in ways we find most amusing. With our aid it's possible that you may survive long enough to provide greater amusement still.You have caught the Eye of the Dark Ones, The Scarlet Court and the Abyss. They have granted you a Special Class.You have received the Sub-Class: Anathema.You are the enemy of the righteous and villain in the eyes of the Gods. You have drawn the attention of those who lie beyond, but not their favour. To increase your proficiency, perform those acts that will please your dark patrons. Give worship and spread the Will of the Dark Ones, offer sacrifice and blood to The Scarlet Court or plumb the forbidden mysteries of the Abyss.Class Attributes per level:Constitution +2;Intelligence +2;Willpower +2;Skills granted level one:None.Spells granted level one:None.On the heels of his first shock, the second numbed him almost to insensibility. He just wasn't able to process what he'd just heard. A Special Class? Anathema? Enemy of the Gods?! Frozen in place with his hands on the stone his mind raced to try and catch up until he heard a polite cough from next to him. Tyron turned his frantic gaze to the side to find the Mayor kindly looking back at him."Everything alright there, lad?"Tyron reflexively forced a smile to his face and nodded."Of course! Everything's great!"He stepped to one side to allow the next person through and managed to keep his feet steady as he walked back into the crowd. He pushed through until he reached the edge and clear streets opened up before him.He ran.
