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--- fiction:legacy:001 [2025/08/04 03:35] – tailkinker
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-====== Chapter One:  The Dragonblood ======
+====== Chapter One:  The Girl In The Library ======
 "Set aside your usual casting foci," stated Professore Sorentino.  "You will discover on your desks a flare wand.  These wands are designed to attenuate the flow of your æther into a single spell---the Ignition spell.  Excess magical energy will be converted to light from the wand."
-Aldric scowled at the wand.  Unlike most of his classmates, he didn't //need// a magical focus.  Those born to their magic---Scions---never did.  Still, he picked up the wand and turned it in his hand.  His was a bright yellow, and had the Tarquinian numeral 6 on it.  Valenora still clung to those old numerals, long after the rest of the Realms had switched to Aulonikan.
+Aldric scowled at the wand.  Unlike most of his classmates, he didn't //need// a magical focus.  Those born to their magic---Scions---never did.  Still, he picked up the wand and turned it in his hand.  His was a bright yellow, and had the Tarquinian numeral 6 on it.  Valenora still clung to those old numerals, long after the rest of the Realms had switched to Aulonikan numbers.
 “No doubt you’ve noticed the wands vary in colour and bear different numbers,” the Professore continued, gesturing to the two dozen candles arranged at the front of the class in four colours---red, blue, yellow, and green. “As you cast, the wand will draw only what energy is needed. Excess will be bled off as light. Your task is to cast //with precision//. The less energy you use, the more efficiently you conserve your strength.”
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 "//Dios Malinconico!//"  Professore Sorentino shook his head.  "You need to get your magic under control, young man."
-Di Valentino sneered again.  "Scions can't control themselves."
+Di Valencio sneered again.  "Scions can't control themselves."
 Aldric stood, bowed quickly to the teacher, and stormed from the room---jaw tight, magic still whispering at the edge of his thoughts.
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+At this hour, the library was usually deserted.  He stepped in, glancing up at the shelves of books, then moved to the map.  It took him but a few seconds to find the section on dragons, and he quickly made his way through the stacks.