Curse

hoyce · Nov 04, 2008, 12:44 AM // 00:44

Disclaimer;
This is a Journal of my everyday life, albeit symbolically translated into the Guild Wars universe, although completely fictitious, most, if not all these events, happen in my life metaphorically speaking. Therefor some of the things I write about may not be consistent with the Guild Wars universe, but for the most part it is. So if you see and inconsistency don’t flame me, I do this for the sake of being creative and not bound strictly by the storyline.

Copyrights;
Well this Journal does belong to me, even thought I post it online, so no copying without asking me first. For those unfamiliar with the meaning of copyright;

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Anyway, now that the boring stuff is behind us;
have fun, good luck, play fair, and enjoy.

Chapter 1 ->Good Morning<-

“Rise and shine, Cyrus!” he heard Chris shout from the hallway.
“For the love of—!” Cyrus looked around, his room still dark, ”hey what time is it?”
His door opened and Chris poked his head in, “It’s about six in the morning.”
“SIX IN THE MORNING!? Why you wake me up so early?” he shouted, man was he mad, what was his brother up to?
“It’s your first day at the Academy,” Chris started to walk towards him, “and in the future I expect you to use a nicer tone.” he said smiling, that’s Chris always smiling.
“Whatever idiot!” he really didn’t feeling like putting up with Chris today, and on top of that the Academy. His parents really couldn’t wait to ship him off to some military school. Man he was mad, he tried to take a swing at Chris.
Suddenly he felt his strength failing, “of course always cheating,” he looked up to see his brother glowing slightly, “just because you know magic doesn’t mean you can use it on everyone!”
Chris smiled, always smiling! ”Now, now little brother, chill out.” Cyrus froze, no literally he froze, the room suddenly started to grow really cold. “New spell?” he asked trying to keep cool, Chris just smiled.
“Of course, well not really, new to you anyway. Now get ready, I don’t have the whole day to babysit you.” he said walking towards the door.
Cyrus frowned ”Great, the mighty Chris wins again, I wish I knew some spells.”
“Someday Cy, now get ready.” that surprised him, had he spoken outloud?
“Whatever,” he said, “I’ll get you someday.”
“Doubt it.” Chris said before closing the door.
He got out of bed and put on some clothing, nothing special its not like he was going to a bawl.
“At least,” he thought, “I’ll learn some magic at the ‘Academy.’“
He went by the kitchen but seeing no one he grabbed an apple and headed for the door.
Once he step outside the cool morning air hit him conjuring up the memory of Chris’ spell.
“Yeah,” he smiled, “at least I’ll learn some spells.”

hoyce · Nov 04, 2008, 12:49 AM // 00:49

Chapter 2 ->Got to Love School<-

Cyrus walked at leisure pace, he wasn’t in much of a hurry to get to the Academy anyway. When he reached the main road he took a minute to check the sign and make sure this was the right way. Glancing over the board with apathy he suddenly remembered, “Oh frack!”
He said and broke into a brake neck sprint towards the Academy.
“Dam you Chris!” he cried furious, “You better have not done what I think you did!”
“As he climbed the top of the hill, and could see the top of the Academy’s spires in the distance, he heard the boom of its bells. Class had started. Chris, he should have known he’d do something like this.
“When I get my hands around that lousy son of a–“ he broke off, exhausted form the sprint.
“Times like this,” he thought, “really make me want to think about getting in shape.”
“Dam you Chris! No time to rest! Not going to let you beat me now!” he took of faster.
All for nought however as he reached the gates in time for the guards to slam them shut in his face.
“OPEN UP!”
“OH, COME ON, OPEN THIS DAM GATE UP!”
“FRACKING–!”
“Oh, now, now calm down, I’m going.” he heard some one whisper from behind him.
Startled he looked around to see an elderly, crooked man, leaning on an equally crooked length of wood.
“Well, aren’t you going to introduce yourself to the kind stranger who’ll open this big, heavy gate for you?
“Well, I--um--I-- who are you?”
“Fine, I’ll introduce myself, kids these days, so rude.” he said so close to a whisper Cyrus barely heard it.
“You can call me Aris Ettrol, I’m the Headmaster of the Ascalon Academy.”
“You’re th--th–the Headmaster?” he said.
“Yes, yes and you are? For such a vociferous young man it seems like a Charr’s got your tongue.” Aris Ettrol said amused.
“Well, um I am well um, Cyrus. My name is ,Cyrus, Headmaster.” he was freaking out, such rudeness towards the fracking Headmaster, man he was dead.
“Now, now Cyrus no need to curse.” he smiled.
“How did you know that I-“ confused and worried, great, you just got to love the first day of school. How did he know what he was thinking?
“Oh, just some old trick, anyway, you young man are late so lets get you inside” As he finished saying this a bright light began to surround him and quickly spread towards an awestruck Cyrus.
The next thing he knew he was inside the Academy gates looking at a group of startled guards.
“How did you–Oh never mind get to class. Late for your first day of training, disgraceful!” he said irately. “Dam teenagers...” he trailed off.

Got to love the first day of school...