Post by Dhianna on Apr 15, 2006 17:14:20 GMT
“After the Goddess’ argument Salmai'nne was never the same again, spending more and more time alone in a tower she made herself for when she wanted to be alone. There she watched her sisters, and the comings and goings of mortals. Until finally, she spent her days in the crying tower. As she watched, she sang. And our fathers heard the music, and they knew she was crying for the song was sweet and weeping, and it filled them with dread and sadness. If their middle goddess had no hope for her younger sisters, they could have none either. It was not long before the mortals sent men to try and locate the tower, but it was never found.
“Meanwhile, in the greater realm, without Salmai'nne to bring peace, wars where breaking out, among the four disciplines, and three of the seven territories. Often the goddesses tried to soften the anger of their discipline, but never with much effort, they wanted to win the wars as much as the mortals fighting for them.
“So in this day, the Magicks are still battling, and the only place of united magecraft, is in Ckelmarin, a place called the Spectral Academy, where mages learn magickal knowledge. But let’s not dwell on that, it be only a legend after all- Magick School in deed.” The old man said, and grabbed the boy by his ear, and led him into the stable. “You made me tell you all that because you wanted to get outta mucking out old Molly. I may be an old fool, but I aint gone senile yet, young man. And you’d better believe it. Now you go and muck her out. There’ll be real trouble if you don’t.”
The old man watched the Novice go, smiling to himself.
“Meanwhile, in the greater realm, without Salmai'nne to bring peace, wars where breaking out, among the four disciplines, and three of the seven territories. Often the goddesses tried to soften the anger of their discipline, but never with much effort, they wanted to win the wars as much as the mortals fighting for them.
“So in this day, the Magicks are still battling, and the only place of united magecraft, is in Ckelmarin, a place called the Spectral Academy, where mages learn magickal knowledge. But let’s not dwell on that, it be only a legend after all- Magick School in deed.” The old man said, and grabbed the boy by his ear, and led him into the stable. “You made me tell you all that because you wanted to get outta mucking out old Molly. I may be an old fool, but I aint gone senile yet, young man. And you’d better believe it. Now you go and muck her out. There’ll be real trouble if you don’t.”
The old man watched the Novice go, smiling to himself.