Intensify (Original Group Story)

By Darsah, books, Glassy_Mirror, and evybye77.

Chapter 3

Hystor Delvedin- Magic

"YOU WILL FINISH YOUR SCHOOLING IN AGRUCULTURAL MAGIC OR ELSE I SHALL NO LONGER SEE YOU AS MY SON!" boom the voice of Hystor's father, as he paced the room.

"Father! You do not understand my heartache! Poetry and Music are my passion! When I write and sing it is like a fever consuming my soul!" Hystor pleaded.

"A fever that will consume our family heritage and bring it to the ground! Do we mean nothing my boy! You will ruin the business! The estates!" said the towering man as he waggled a finger at Hystor.

"And without it I a nothing more than ash and dust." Hystor whispered, leaving the room.

Hystor was leaving for the academy in the morning. He did not mind studying great things, in fact, it was his dream to be great. To achieve greatness. Of course, it was not the version of greatness his father perceived. To his father, he should study agricultural magic, an art of using the land, winds and sun to create optimal conditions for the crop and the many farms that his family owned. Hystor would rather study music, arts and writing.

Alas, that would never do. His father wouldn't even allow him to MINOR in music. Hystor was told he could choose his minor-as long as it was sensible and it seemed none of the arts were considered to be so. Household magic was his choice. Basic things such using magic to wash dishes, fold laundry, dust the tops of the windows. Tasks that took time away from music and arts.

In the small brick castle-hardly a castle at all, that looked over the bustling estates that were to belong to Hystor one day, there was much silence. Hystor's father had finished raging and was writing furiously to the school with a plumed pen in his study. Hystor's mother shook her head and bent over sewing in the parlor. His sister Alysianna slept soundly in the nursery. Hystor stared with dreamer's eyes out the window and began to scribble madly as the words to a poem came to mind.

"How shalt I go from this world?
Full of embers burning low in submission
Or in full flame, blossoming in the dark of night?
How shalt I leave my family?
In graces as good as a gypa dancer
Or in whilring whirlwind fury?
O, how shalt I go!"

Hystor would go. He would go to please father. He would finish the degree he'd started five years before. But he would become a mage in the process. This tall boy, almost a man, with bright green eyes, and blond hair that hung down in curls just past his chin would leave the house in brown wizard's robe.

He would complete his studies in the world of magic, and grudgingly please his father.

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