Chapter 6: The Reality of the Magic Academy
Ezekiel wandered the Great Hall aimlessly, the headmaster's words ringing in his head. He glanced around, searching for any familiar faces among the throngs of people. He wanted to find his friends and seek comfort and guidance in their company. Eventually, he found his way back through the hallways and out of the Elementium. As he approached the large square in front of the academy, he saw a group of students gathered near the fountain. He quickened his pace, hopeful that Markus or Lilly might be among them.
When he arrived, he looked around for any sign of a friendly face - Markus, Lilly, or even Peter, but he didn't recognize anyone. The students milling about ignored him, and he didn't have the confidence to approach anyone.
He waited for a while, hoping that someone he knew would show up, but as the crowd thinned out, he started to get worried. He decided to sit and eat the rest of the provisions, waiting a little longer in hopes that his friends would show up. Ezekiel sank down onto the steps of the academy, his bag open at his feet as he rummaged through it. He pulled out a small pouch of dried fruit and a hunk of bread. The growling of his stomach reminded Ezekiel just how hungry he really was, but he reminded to pace himself. He put each piece of dried fruit into his mouth separately and tore little pieces off of his bread, trying to make it last longer.
As he ate, he started to feel the weight of his disappointment. He had dreamed of attending the academy for so long - of becoming a powerful combat mage that would make a name for himself and bring glory and prosperity to his family and town. He had been so certain that his red hair signalled something great. So willing to believe that traveler who had prophesied his strength and greatness. Tears of bitter disappointment welled up in Ezekiel's eyes, and he lowered his head so passers-by wouldn't see. How confident he had been! How foolish! He had no primary affinity, no chance of becoming a true combat mage.
And yet, the thought of going home, of admitting his inadequacy, was unbearable. His family would not blame him - his parents would just be happy he was home safe, and Maia would be ecstatic to see him under any circumstances, but it would mean giving up on his dream once and for all, like Markus had done. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. So Ezekiel watched the carriage that had brought him and his friends to the capital that very morning, all of them buzzing with excitement and filled with hope, depart without making a move to get on. Through the carriages windows he glimpsed the faces of some of the rejected candidates: some with their eyes swollen, some sunken in on them selves, and some, worst of all, with looks of complete blankness.
No matter the circumstances, no matter how hopeless the situation, Ezekiel knew he couldn't give up. He wouldn't.
Minutes or hours passed, Ezekiel wasn't sure; but finally, he was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He was relieved to see Markus standing in front of him. Markus's smile was a welcome sight, and Ezekiel couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness wash over him at the sight of his best friend. He grinned back at him with real warmth.
"Where's Lilly?" Markus asked.
Ezekiel shrugged. "I lost her at the Evaluation," he told Markus. "I suppose she went to settle in to her new dorm." With her new friends, a bitter voice said in the back of his head. With real affinities. He shook his head as if that could clear the negative thoughts, and grinned sheepishly up at Markus. "Not sure if you heard, but initiates without a primary affinity don't get to stay in the dorms. The carriages back to Feldstadt already left - I guess we're both homeless, now."
Markus looked at him for a long moment, the expression on his face unreadable. "Walk with me for a bit," Markus said abruptly. "I need to talk to you about something."
Ezekiel stood up and followed Markus. Despite his words, Markus didn't say anything for a while, and Ezekiel could tell that his friend was thinking hard about something. They had turned a number of corners, navigated numerous junktions, and crossed countless alleys when Markus finally spoke. "I'm sorry I left you earlier," he said. "I was just really upset about my affinity. I didn't mean to leave you alone."
"It's okay," Ezekiel said emphatically. "I understand how you feel. And Markus - I'm really sorry."
Markus scoffed. "Not like you gave me that affinity," he said dismissively. But when he spotted the look of real guilt on Ezekiel's face, he smiled. "It's okay," he echoed Zeke's words. "I mean it. I met with my uncle after leaving the evaluation early. He's a blacksmith in the crafter district, so I guess I'll learn under him in the future."
Ezekiel took in this information with mixed emotions. On the one hand, it would mean that Markus was sticking around; they would be able to see each other if they were both staying in the capital. On the other hand, Markus talking about his new plan brought home the fact that their dream of attending the academy together was truly over.
Thinking along the same lines, Markus said quietly, "I'll just have to forget about all this magic stuff, I suppose. It's not like there is anybody around who'll volunteer to teach me Metal magic."
To that, Ezekiel didn't know what to say. If one of his own affinities had been Metal, he could have shared the lessons with Markus; but as it was, there was nothing he could do.
They walked silently, shoulder to shoulder, until Markus started speaking again. "Honestly, you might have gotten an even worse deal."
Ezekiel was cofused. "What do you mean?"
Markus seemed to be having some kind of internal debate. After a while, he sighed and looked at Ezekiel before saying: "My uncle told me a few things about the academy and how they treat students without any of the four primary affinities."
Ezekiel just looked at Markus and waited for him to continue.
After a while, Markus started talking again: "Apparently, all the schools of magic aside from the four primary elements are treated as inferior in the Elementium, and they have neither prestige nor funding. Even if you were the best in all of your classes for all three of your affinities, you would still be treated as a second-class citizen by the academy and the other students. And on top of that, you really got unlucky with your affinities."
Ezekiel stared at Markus blankly. He couldn't believe that his affinities were considered so worthless in the eyes of the academy, or why Markus had called his affinities "unlucky". But there was another question that Ezekiel couldn't help but ask right away. "How come your uncle knows so much about the circumstances of mages at Elementium?"
Markus smiled a little proudly. "That's because he does a lot of business with the noble mage families here in the capital," he said. "His smithy is by no means one of the biggest, but you pick up a lot by doing business with mages for years, you know?" But Markus had more to say about Ezekiel's affinities and didn't want to be sidetracked, so he skipped right back to explaining, "You know how Elementium Academy is for combat mages, right? Blood mages do have a lot of combat potential, so they are technically trained at Elementium. However, there's a lot of negative sentiment towards Blood magic in the empire, so Elementium only teaches basic regenerative Blood abilities, which won't enable you to be an effective combatant.
"Mind mages are used for strategy and command roles, but you need to be from a noble family or have a strong primary affinity to be allowed anywhere near command. Also, the emperor doesn't want advanced mind magic to be taught to people outside of his own family. It makes sense, if you think about it: Mind mages can easily cause revolts by influencing the populace. It's a subtle but dangerous threat if left unchecked.
"Space mages are also used in service to the army, which means they are taught at Elementium as well and don't have an academy of their own. They provide a necessary service to the war effort, but are not very well respected until they reach a certain level of power. The problem with space magic is that the material necessary to advance later on is extremely rare and therefore costly, so only the richest of noble families are able to afford the training for space mages." Markus looked at Ezekiel with a sad expression, clearly feeling sorry for his friend. "In conclusion," Markus finished, "this means that the only academy that teaches subjects in your three affinities is Elementium. But, for one reason or another, there are severe restrictions on each of them."
Incredulous, Ezekiel stared at his friend. "So you are telling me," he said slowly, "that I have a perfect and two greater affinities, but the only school that is willing to teach me is Elementium - and they would rather not?" Ezekiel asked, his face getting uglier and uglier to look at with every passing second.
Markus sighed and regarded Ezekiel with a mix of sadness and sympathy. "I'm sorry, Zeke," he said. "But that's the reality of it. Without an elemental affinity, you won't be able to participate in combat or have any real power in the world of mages in the empire. You'll just be a support role, at best." He added enouragingly, "I know it's not what you wanted, but it's better than nothing. You can still learn and maybe figure out how to use your affinities effectively, even if they aren't considered the most valuable."
Ezekiel and Markus walked along the empty streets, the only sound the falls of their footsteps on the cobblestone. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a dim orange glow over the city. As they walked, Ezekiel couldn't help but think about his future, or lack thereof. But his thoughts kept turning in circles, and eventually he just sighed.
"Well," he said to Markus with a lopsided smile, "Lilly will have to become a true combat mage in both our stead, I guess. When she's rich and famous, maybe she can adopt us into her noble family."
Markus grinned back, the hesitation behind his eyes easing the slightest bit. "She'll have to become an exceptionally powerful noble in order to be able to adopt a blacksmith's apprentice and a Blood mage into a noble family."
Ezekiel tried to lighten the mood with a joke. "To be fair, you'll probably make a much better blacksmith than you would have made a mage."
Markus mimicked an arrow piercing his heart at these words before chuckling and playfully punching Ezekiel's shoulder. "At least I have a plan, Mr. Perfect Affinity!"
Ezekiel's smile faltered a little a the mention of his affinities, but he pasted it back on. "So do I," he claimed victoriously, "I guess I'll just have to become the greatest punching bag in the history of the empire!"
Both of them laughed. They continued joking back and forth, the tension from earlier slowly dissipating as they walked through the increasingly deserted streets.
Ezekiel looked down at the small pouch of coins in his hand, his brow furrowing as he counted out his few bits of money. He had saved up for years to afford to come to the academy, but even so, it wouldn't last him for more than a few weeks. Markus, noticing the distress on his friend's face, offered a solution.
"Zeke, why don't you stay with me and my uncle? He has a spare room, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind you crashing there for a bit."
Ezekiel hesitated. "No, it's okay," he said finally. "I'll figure something out. I don't want to be a burden."
Markus waved off his concerns. "You're not a burden. Besides, it's better than you sleeping on the streets. Just think about it, okay?"
Ezekiel sighed as he looked at Markus. "I appreciate the offer, really, but I can't just sponge off of you and your uncle for years," he said. "I have to find a way to make this work for myself. I'll figure something out, I promise."
Markus couldn't shake off the feeling that he should do more to help his friend. He knew how much being accepted into the Elementium Academy had meant to Ezekiel, and now that dream had been tarnished beyond recognition. But he also knew that Ezekiel was fiercely independent, and wouldn't accept any charity or handouts without a fight. So, instead of pushing the issue, Markus decided to change the subject, hoping to lift both of their spirits by talking about something else. As they walked, Markus tried to steer the conversation towards lighter topics, bringing up memories from their childhood and revisiting carefree times. But no matter how hard he tried, the weight of the situation hung heavy in the air between them.
Ezekiel, for his part, was deeply grateful for Markus's efforts to distract him, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of disappointment and failure. He felt like he had let himself, his family, and his friends down by not being able to live up to the expectations placed upon him, albeit mostly by himself.
As the two of them walked, the sun began to set and a cool breeze blew through the streets. Markus shivered, and Ezekiel offered him his jacket, which Markus gratefully accepted. They walked in comfortable silence for a while longer, each lost in their own thoughts.
Finally, Markus spoke up. "Hey, I know things aren't looking great right now, but we'll figure something out. You're not alone in this, okay? We'll find a way to make it work."
Ezekiel nodded, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He knew that Markus meant well, but the reality of the situation was starting to sink in, and it was a heavy burden to bear.
As night fully fell and the stars came out, Marcus spoke up. "I won't push you to stay with us permanently," he said. "But could you do me a favor and just accept the room for tonight? It's dark already. You can look for another place to stay tomorrow, okay?"
Ezekiel couldn't deny that he was exhausted after the day's events, and so he agreed. The two friends made their way toward the blacksmith shop.
The road ahead would be difficult for both of them, but at least they had each other's backs. That would have to be enough for now.
Chapter 6: The Reality of the Magic Academy
Ezekiel wandered the Great Hall aimlessly, the headmaster's words ringing in his head. He glanced around, searching for any familiar faces among the throngs of people. He wanted to find his friends and seek comfort and guidance in their company. Eventually, he found his way back through the hallways and out of the Elementium. As he approached the large square in front of the academy, he saw a group of students gathered near the fountain. He quickened his pace, hopeful that Markus or Lilly might be among them.
When he arrived, he looked around for any sign of a friendly face - Markus, Lilly, or even Peter, but he didn't recognize anyone. The students milling about ignored him, and he didn't have the confidence to approach anyone.
He waited for a while, hoping that someone he knew would show up, but as the crowd thinned out, he started to get worried. He decided to sit and eat the rest of the provisions, waiting a little longer in hopes that his friends would show up. Ezekiel sank down onto the steps of the academy, his bag open at his feet as he rummaged through it. He pulled out a small pouch of dried fruit and a hunk of bread. The growling of his stomach reminded Ezekiel just how hungry he really was, but he reminded to pace himself. He put each piece of dried fruit into his mouth separately and tore little pieces off of his bread, trying to make it last longer.
As he ate, he started to feel the weight of his disappointment. He had dreamed of attending the academy for so long - of becoming a powerful combat mage that would make a name for himself and bring glory and prosperity to his family and town. He had been so certain that his red hair signalled something great. So willing to believe that traveler who had prophesied his strength and greatness. Tears of bitter disappointment welled up in Ezekiel's eyes, and he lowered his head so passers-by wouldn't see. How confident he had been! How foolish! He had no primary affinity, no chance of becoming a true combat mage.
And yet, the thought of going home, of admitting his inadequacy, was unbearable. His family would not blame him - his parents would just be happy he was home safe, and Maia would be ecstatic to see him under any circumstances, but it would mean giving up on his dream once and for all, like Markus had done. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. So Ezekiel watched the carriage that had brought him and his friends to the capital that very morning, all of them buzzing with excitement and filled with hope, depart without making a move to get on. Through the carriages windows he glimpsed the faces of some of the rejected candidates: some with their eyes swollen, some sunken in on them selves, and some, worst of all, with looks of complete blankness.
No matter the circumstances, no matter how hopeless the situation, Ezekiel knew he couldn't give up. He wouldn't.
Minutes or hours passed, Ezekiel wasn't sure; but finally, he was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He was relieved to see Markus standing in front of him. Markus's smile was a welcome sight, and Ezekiel couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness wash over him at the sight of his best friend. He grinned back at him with real warmth.
"Where's Lilly?" Markus asked.
Ezekiel shrugged. "I lost her at the Evaluation," he told Markus. "I suppose she went to settle in to her new dorm." With her new friends, a bitter voice said in the back of his head. With real affinities. He shook his head as if that could clear the negative thoughts, and grinned sheepishly up at Markus. "Not sure if you heard, but initiates without a primary affinity don't get to stay in the dorms. The carriages back to Feldstadt already left - I guess we're both homeless, now."
Markus looked at him for a long moment, the expression on his face unreadable. "Walk with me for a bit," Markus said abruptly. "I need to talk to you about something."
Ezekiel stood up and followed Markus. Despite his words, Markus didn't say anything for a while, and Ezekiel could tell that his friend was thinking hard about something. They had turned a number of corners, navigated numerous junktions, and crossed countless alleys when Markus finally spoke. "I'm sorry I left you earlier," he said. "I was just really upset about my affinity. I didn't mean to leave you alone."
"It's okay," Ezekiel said emphatically. "I understand how you feel. And Markus - I'm really sorry."
Markus scoffed. "Not like you gave me that affinity," he said dismissively. But when he spotted the look of real guilt on Ezekiel's face, he smiled. "It's okay," he echoed Zeke's words. "I mean it. I met with my uncle after leaving the evaluation early. He's a blacksmith in the crafter district, so I guess I'll learn under him in the future."
Ezekiel took in this information with mixed emotions. On the one hand, it would mean that Markus was sticking around; they would be able to see each other if they were both staying in the capital. On the other hand, Markus talking about his new plan brought home the fact that their dream of attending the academy together was truly over.
Thinking along the same lines, Markus said quietly, "I'll just have to forget about all this magic stuff, I suppose. It's not like there is anybody around who'll volunteer to teach me Metal magic."
To that, Ezekiel didn't know what to say. If one of his own affinities had been Metal, he could have shared the lessons with Markus; but as it was, there was nothing he could do.
They walked silently, shoulder to shoulder, until Markus started speaking again. "Honestly, you might have gotten an even worse deal."
Ezekiel was cofused. "What do you mean?"
Markus seemed to be having some kind of internal debate. After a while, he sighed and looked at Ezekiel before saying: "My uncle told me a few things about the academy and how they treat students without any of the four primary affinities."
Ezekiel just looked at Markus and waited for him to continue.
After a while, Markus started talking again: "Apparently, all the schools of magic aside from the four primary elements are treated as inferior in the Elementium, and they have neither prestige nor funding. Even if you were the best in all of your classes for all three of your affinities, you would still be treated as a second-class citizen by the academy and the other students. And on top of that, you really got unlucky with your affinities."
Ezekiel stared at Markus blankly. He couldn't believe that his affinities were considered so worthless in the eyes of the academy, or why Markus had called his affinities "unlucky". But there was another question that Ezekiel couldn't help but ask right away. "How come your uncle knows so much about the circumstances of mages at Elementium?"
Markus smiled a little proudly. "That's because he does a lot of business with the noble mage families here in the capital," he said. "His smithy is by no means one of the biggest, but you pick up a lot by doing business with mages for years, you know?" But Markus had more to say about Ezekiel's affinities and didn't want to be sidetracked, so he skipped right back to explaining, "You know how Elementium Academy is for combat mages, right? Blood mages do have a lot of combat potential, so they are technically trained at Elementium. However, there's a lot of negative sentiment towards Blood magic in the empire, so Elementium only teaches basic regenerative Blood abilities, which won't enable you to be an effective combatant.
"Mind mages are used for strategy and command roles, but you need to be from a noble family or have a strong primary affinity to be allowed anywhere near command. Also, the emperor doesn't want advanced mind magic to be taught to people outside of his own family. It makes sense, if you think about it: Mind mages can easily cause revolts by influencing the populace. It's a subtle but dangerous threat if left unchecked.
"Space mages are also used in service to the army, which means they are taught at Elementium as well and don't have an academy of their own. They provide a necessary service to the war effort, but are not very well respected until they reach a certain level of power. The problem with space magic is that the material necessary to advance later on is extremely rare and therefore costly, so only the richest of noble families are able to afford the training for space mages." Markus looked at Ezekiel with a sad expression, clearly feeling sorry for his friend. "In conclusion," Markus finished, "this means that the only academy that teaches subjects in your three affinities is Elementium. But, for one reason or another, there are severe restrictions on each of them."
Incredulous, Ezekiel stared at his friend. "So you are telling me," he said slowly, "that I have a perfect and two greater affinities, but the only school that is willing to teach me is Elementium - and they would rather not?" Ezekiel asked, his face getting uglier and uglier to look at with every passing second.
Markus sighed and regarded Ezekiel with a mix of sadness and sympathy. "I'm sorry, Zeke," he said. "But that's the reality of it. Without an elemental affinity, you won't be able to participate in combat or have any real power in the world of mages in the empire. You'll just be a support role, at best." He added enouragingly, "I know it's not what you wanted, but it's better than nothing. You can still learn and maybe figure out how to use your affinities effectively, even if they aren't considered the most valuable."
Ezekiel and Markus walked along the empty streets, the only sound the falls of their footsteps on the cobblestone. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a dim orange glow over the city. As they walked, Ezekiel couldn't help but think about his future, or lack thereof. But his thoughts kept turning in circles, and eventually he just sighed.
"Well," he said to Markus with a lopsided smile, "Lilly will have to become a true combat mage in both our stead, I guess. When she's rich and famous, maybe she can adopt us into her noble family."
Markus grinned back, the hesitation behind his eyes easing the slightest bit. "She'll have to become an exceptionally powerful noble in order to be able to adopt a blacksmith's apprentice and a Blood mage into a noble family."
Ezekiel tried to lighten the mood with a joke. "To be fair, you'll probably make a much better blacksmith than you would have made a mage."
Markus mimicked an arrow piercing his heart at these words before chuckling and playfully punching Ezekiel's shoulder. "At least I have a plan, Mr. Perfect Affinity!"
Ezekiel's smile faltered a little a the mention of his affinities, but he pasted it back on. "So do I," he claimed victoriously, "I guess I'll just have to become the greatest punching bag in the history of the empire!"
Both of them laughed. They continued joking back and forth, the tension from earlier slowly dissipating as they walked through the increasingly deserted streets.
Ezekiel looked down at the small pouch of coins in his hand, his brow furrowing as he counted out his few bits of money. He had saved up for years to afford to come to the academy, but even so, it wouldn't last him for more than a few weeks. Markus, noticing the distress on his friend's face, offered a solution.
"Zeke, why don't you stay with me and my uncle? He has a spare room, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind you crashing there for a bit."
Ezekiel hesitated. "No, it's okay," he said finally. "I'll figure something out. I don't want to be a burden."
Markus waved off his concerns. "You're not a burden. Besides, it's better than you sleeping on the streets. Just think about it, okay?"
Ezekiel sighed as he looked at Markus. "I appreciate the offer, really, but I can't just sponge off of you and your uncle for years," he said. "I have to find a way to make this work for myself. I'll figure something out, I promise."
Markus couldn't shake off the feeling that he should do more to help his friend. He knew how much being accepted into the Elementium Academy had meant to Ezekiel, and now that dream had been tarnished beyond recognition. But he also knew that Ezekiel was fiercely independent, and wouldn't accept any charity or handouts without a fight. So, instead of pushing the issue, Markus decided to change the subject, hoping to lift both of their spirits by talking about something else. As they walked, Markus tried to steer the conversation towards lighter topics, bringing up memories from their childhood and revisiting carefree times. But no matter how hard he tried, the weight of the situation hung heavy in the air between them.
Ezekiel, for his part, was deeply grateful for Markus's efforts to distract him, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of disappointment and failure. He felt like he had let himself, his family, and his friends down by not being able to live up to the expectations placed upon him, albeit mostly by himself.
As the two of them walked, the sun began to set and a cool breeze blew through the streets. Markus shivered, and Ezekiel offered him his jacket, which Markus gratefully accepted. They walked in comfortable silence for a while longer, each lost in their own thoughts.
Finally, Markus spoke up. "Hey, I know things aren't looking great right now, but we'll figure something out. You're not alone in this, okay? We'll find a way to make it work."
Ezekiel nodded, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He knew that Markus meant well, but the reality of the situation was starting to sink in, and it was a heavy burden to bear.
As night fully fell and the stars came out, Marcus spoke up. "I won't push you to stay with us permanently," he said. "But could you do me a favor and just accept the room for tonight? It's dark already. You can look for another place to stay tomorrow, okay?"
Ezekiel couldn't deny that he was exhausted after the day's events, and so he agreed. The two friends made their way toward the blacksmith shop.
The road ahead would be difficult for both of them, but at least they had each other's backs. That would have to be enough for now.
