Fan Fiction ❯ Nine Lives ❯ The Summoning ( Chapter 1 )
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By: MilanthaChan 
...the summoning.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Action / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.07.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 641 | Visits: 340 | Status: Completed
...the summoning.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Action / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.07.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 641 | Visits: 340 | Status: Completed
Nine Lives
Chapter One: The Summoning
It was dark, the sun having just fallen. The wind blew loud and hard through the nearby trees. The sky was covered with dark purple clouds, covering up the quarter moon, and casting shadows all over the brown earth. Bushes along the edge of the woods rustled every now and then with movement from nocturnal animals. In the light, the old Tudor-style mansion looked ominous. Inside though, the lighting was warm and cheerful, with hundreds of small candles. The flames cast shadows across the wall, and a large fire crackled merrily in the hearth of the lounge. The flames flickered slightly as a robed figure slipped by the candles. The shadowed figure moved into the hearth's light, revealing a young man of 19. He was relatively short, and messy straw colored hair fell softly over bright jade eyes. He was clothed in a long black robe that was embroidered with slightly faded golden runes. As he moved forward, the armchair in front of him rustled with the sound of fabric against fabric.
"You're late Anaray. You know all to well that you are the only one in our staff capable of tonight's deeds." A warm voice scolded softly. The figure, now revealed as Anaray, fidgeted uncomfortably until the voice in the chair started talking again. "Come, sit. You want to be as comfortable as possible when you summon." Anaray sighed and quickly sat in another armchair nearby. The figure sat forward in the chair, peering intently at the nervous Anaray. When the man sat forward, the fire's burning light sharply defined his features. He was rather old, silver-white hair shone in the light, and his eyes were a friendly deep black. His face was furrowed with years of laugh lines. His eyes scrunched a little at gazing at Anaray's robes. "The old summoning robe is getting a bit shabby. We'll need to find a good embroiderist to replace it."
Anaray blinked in surprise at the comment before nodding in agreement. "Sir?"
"Please, I do have a name. Try and use it." The man chuckled.
Anaray gulped uncomfortably before stuttering, "R-rino,"
Rino applauded softly and chuckled some more. "Good job, you remembered it!"
Anaray laughed along nervously before clearing his throat. "Si-er-Rino, would you like me to start?" Rino settled back in his chair and, gesturing with his hand, signaled Anaray to start. Anaray sighed deeply and settled into his own chair, relaxing into himself. He stared deeply into the fire and started chanting under his breath. Every couple seconds, the fire would flare up before going back to normal. After exactly 12 flares, a deep shudder went through Anaray and the next time the fire flared, it was larger then before, and turned a deep green color. With that, the fire went completely out and Anaray slumped into his chair, eyes glassy and wide in shock.
Rino quickly moved out of his chair and over to Anaray. Shaking him slightly, he gazed in concern. "Anaray? Anaray! What was it?!"
Anaray though, seemed to be in a small trance, mumbling mechanically, "The summons have been sent to the new students," Then he blinked, and his eyes went back to normal. He gazed in surprise up at Rino. "Rino..." He started.
The usual calm Rino was now frantic with worry. "What is it Anaray?! What's wrong?" He pleaded, his hands squeezing Anaray's shoulders.
Anaray was quiet for a moment. Then, he said something that shocked Rino to the bone. "A true spellcaster is coming to the academy... and the power will challenge all."
Chapter One: The Summoning
It was dark, the sun having just fallen. The wind blew loud and hard through the nearby trees. The sky was covered with dark purple clouds, covering up the quarter moon, and casting shadows all over the brown earth. Bushes along the edge of the woods rustled every now and then with movement from nocturnal animals. In the light, the old Tudor-style mansion looked ominous. Inside though, the lighting was warm and cheerful, with hundreds of small candles. The flames cast shadows across the wall, and a large fire crackled merrily in the hearth of the lounge. The flames flickered slightly as a robed figure slipped by the candles. The shadowed figure moved into the hearth's light, revealing a young man of 19. He was relatively short, and messy straw colored hair fell softly over bright jade eyes. He was clothed in a long black robe that was embroidered with slightly faded golden runes. As he moved forward, the armchair in front of him rustled with the sound of fabric against fabric.
"You're late Anaray. You know all to well that you are the only one in our staff capable of tonight's deeds." A warm voice scolded softly. The figure, now revealed as Anaray, fidgeted uncomfortably until the voice in the chair started talking again. "Come, sit. You want to be as comfortable as possible when you summon." Anaray sighed and quickly sat in another armchair nearby. The figure sat forward in the chair, peering intently at the nervous Anaray. When the man sat forward, the fire's burning light sharply defined his features. He was rather old, silver-white hair shone in the light, and his eyes were a friendly deep black. His face was furrowed with years of laugh lines. His eyes scrunched a little at gazing at Anaray's robes. "The old summoning robe is getting a bit shabby. We'll need to find a good embroiderist to replace it."
Anaray blinked in surprise at the comment before nodding in agreement. "Sir?"
"Please, I do have a name. Try and use it." The man chuckled.
Anaray gulped uncomfortably before stuttering, "R-rino,"
Rino applauded softly and chuckled some more. "Good job, you remembered it!"
Anaray laughed along nervously before clearing his throat. "Si-er-Rino, would you like me to start?" Rino settled back in his chair and, gesturing with his hand, signaled Anaray to start. Anaray sighed deeply and settled into his own chair, relaxing into himself. He stared deeply into the fire and started chanting under his breath. Every couple seconds, the fire would flare up before going back to normal. After exactly 12 flares, a deep shudder went through Anaray and the next time the fire flared, it was larger then before, and turned a deep green color. With that, the fire went completely out and Anaray slumped into his chair, eyes glassy and wide in shock.
Rino quickly moved out of his chair and over to Anaray. Shaking him slightly, he gazed in concern. "Anaray? Anaray! What was it?!"
Anaray though, seemed to be in a small trance, mumbling mechanically, "The summons have been sent to the new students," Then he blinked, and his eyes went back to normal. He gazed in surprise up at Rino. "Rino..." He started.
The usual calm Rino was now frantic with worry. "What is it Anaray?! What's wrong?" He pleaded, his hands squeezing Anaray's shoulders.
Anaray was quiet for a moment. Then, he said something that shocked Rino to the bone. "A true spellcaster is coming to the academy... and the power will challenge all."