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I have played them all also but i enjoy playing them still. I have finished the next chapter, enjoy!

 

Chapter 13 - Landing

 

Weightlessness grips Saraph in a firm grasp as he plunges. Wind tares at his robes splaying it out using its invisible fingers. The same fingers that rip at his face and tangle his hair. Within seconds Saraph’s face goes numb and his eyes overflow with tears. Saraph clamps his eyes shut as he wrestles with his stomach. Just before Saraph surrenders and throws up, the wingbolt pulls up. Saraph gasps in air as weightlessness’ grip loosens on him. He keeps his eyes clamped together scared that if he opens them he will successfully throw up. His hands remain clamped on the edge of the saddle keeping Saraph locked in that position.

 

Saraph remains in the same position not moving an inch for about a couple of hours. Saraph’s arm twitches, threatening him with cramp. This forces Saraph to loosen his grip and as he does so he decides that taking a small peak couldn’t harm. He slowly opens one eye and sees grass speeding below, Trees dotted sparsely about, and small herds of animals fleeing from the graceful wingbolts and they soar above on the zephyrs. Emboldened by his slight success he forces his second eye open and scours the land in more detail. The grass beneath is a deep green colour and has a velvety reflection to it. The trees are tall and strong. Everything is healthy and vibrant even the wingbolts notice and seem to speed up. Saraph sees a river in the distance, it crosses their heading and then curves to the south. As they pass over it the wingbolt drops about five meters and starts to rise again on the other side. Saraph automatically clamps his eyes shut. Opening them minutes later once confident that the wingbolt is stable again. Although Saraph hasn’t studied it he heard something about low pressure being caused above water due to its coolness.

 

Saraph starts to get used to the feeling of flying and just starts to enjoy it. At this time the wingbolts are flying over a large forest. A glint of light catches seraphs eye and as he turns to look he sees a blazing globule of fire heading towards them. The wingbolts also see it and swerve to avoid it. Saraph yelps and grabs hold of the saddle again. Moments later volleys of globules are also directed towards them from various points under the forest canopy, some are fire while others are acid. The wingbolts twist in various directions but some of them, leaden down with supplies as they are, are too slow and get hit in the side. They let out a spine tingling screech before falling towards the ground. Saraph’s wingbolt, that is relatively light, twists and turns more agilely around the missiles. Within moments another two wingbolts screech and fall to the floor. Saraph’s wingbolt manages to avoid the missiles and ascend above the range of the unseen attackers. The rest of the wingbolts are not so successful, they all have fallen to the attackers missiles. Saraph tells the wingbolt to continue flying at a higher altitude.

 

The rest of the journey passes by uninterrupted. Around dinner time Saraph can see the ocean, the sun that beats down on Saraph’s back also reflects from its surface. Twenty minutes of flying above the ocean Saraph sees islands on the horizon, the wingbolt beneath him also sees it and speeds up eager to land and rest. As the wingbolt reaches the land Saraph sees the shaping academy. It is a grand structure with large walls and huge stone turrets. There are three domes spread out across the complex. They are all different colours, one is green, one is blue, and the third is red. Everything else is white. Serviles work in fields outside the walls, providing food while the students work. Saraph can’t see any humans in sight as the wingbolt circles overhead the main courtyard and proceeds to land. Considering the events of the journey Saraph notices that he is starting to enjoy flying. The wingbolt lands as Saraph considers his dismount. After thinking upon the dismount he manages to achieve it with a flourish. A middle aged man dressed in red robes strides towards Saraph. Saraph keeps his hand on the wingbolt keeping it besides him.

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About one or two hours depending on my mood, i write a breif plan of what will happen and then as I write it I expand the detail. one hour is the general template and then it increases as I decide to add a new concept, like the wingbolt or mabey a servent mind. depending how big the thing I am adding is depends how much research I undergo to get the facts right and then how much detail I include into the story.

 

May I ask why you wish to know?

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Well, you see, i started a story a couple of years ago, but i felt that it was going to fast. I couldn't find enough descriptive details to fill in the pages in my notebook, so i got overheated and threw it in the fireplace. Patience isn't something that i've been blessed with yet. But thank you for your insight.

 

On another note: world dominations is a very realistic goal. I'm working on becoming the Antichrist.:) Just a thought when i was reading your profile.

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well I would like my chapters to be lengthyer, but I don't feel that im a good enough descriptive wrighter to lengthen it and keep it interesting. Strangely enough I learnt patience from vidio games, well that and haveing unreliable friends.

 

Although haveing gotten into the story further i realise that the chapter lengths are seeming to work. The shear amount of chapters that are revealing themselves to me make them an acceptable size. although i may go though afterwards and merge some chapters into one.

 

Hmm read my profile again and you'll see i already own that position... I had a birthday in 2006 confirming it.

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Frankly, I also have no patience for video games either. That's why i always cheat. smile In my opinoin, the length of your chapters are ideal: short enough to keep the reader hooked, long enough not to leave us attempting to strangle the computer moniter.

 

I WILL ALWAYS BE THE RULER OF THIS WORLD THAT YOU HOLD DEAR.

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Hmm thank you for reasurance on the chapter length, i have patience for the first playthrough of a vidio game and then after that it all falls to pot.

 

I think I have recently aquired a virus... I keep getting advertisement pop-ups. I haven't had them before and i installed a new program today... time to get the antivirus out.

 

Oh sorry the clue is in my birth date.

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Originally Posted By: Artemis in Fear
phew it took me a while to count the s'.
its pronounce eye-ray-lith i'm pretty sure.
you've encouraged me to write again, not just play geneforge, cause i've played all of them. smile


Yeah you got it right, eye-ray-lith

Funny thing is I started playing Geneforge 5 and my characters name is: Iraelithe, I am obsessed w/ that name
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Ok i'll bend to your impatience. My birthday is on june the 6th so therefore in 2006 my birthday was on 06/06/06.

 

Pardon my ignorance but what does SIO mean?

 

I think the next chapter will be tomorrow as it is getting late for us English and I have to clean the house a bit.

 

I was scrolling though a list of names from which i was to pick the main characture and saw Saraph - Meaning fire or to burn. I found it appropriate and it seemed like a cool name anyway.

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I am used to dealing with americans so I am used to calculateing the time difference and laugh saying you can all wait! Then I emphasise it by laughing evily.

 

I take it you from a spanish speaking part of america from the use of spanish (nearly spelt it spinich in my tired haze) apolagies if that gives offence to anyone it was not meant.

 

Don't underestimate the UK either we've proven ourselves plenty times in history. hehe.

 

Night night, sweet dreams everyone.

 

Sharx.

 

P.S. I so want to do another post to hit my 100 mark... I'll save it for the next chapter though, make it significant.

 

Edit: you'll have to back speak as im saveing my 100th post... a way to impress the french teacher would be a problem because all I use french for is romantasiseing the girls. I havent realy learnt the ordinary stuff.

vous avez les yeux extrodinair - you have amazeing eyes

Vous avez un beau visage - you have a beautiful face

I'll leave you to ponder the extent of my french.

 

I understand that you want me to continue my story... i dident quite understand the part about worldwide domination? Nvm I understand now the serons bit got me.

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no, i'm not really near a hispanic community.

 

to explain this better[and it may sound a bit blunt,] i'm a better educated african american in a middle-class community. You can thank my spanish class for the reference. Just give me a way to impress my French instructor, and i'd be elated. smile

 

oooh, i've got one.

 

Sharx, continuez à écrire vos histoires et il n'y aura aucun problème. Renoncez juste à votre titre de dominaor mondiale et nous serons bien.

 

translation: "just give up your title of world dominator and we'll be fine" is the second part.

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You have convinced me to stay up later than I should. I have slightly eased up on my world domination quest. I figure i dont have time for it anyway what with this story and all. I present to you, Chapter 14 - A Meeting of the Mind.

 

Chapter 14 – A Meeting of the Mind

 

The man comes to a halt in front of Saraph. He looks over Saraph’s cloths and the saddle on the wingbolt.

“Where are the supplies? Were you not their escort?” Saraph is confused for a moment, He was travelling with the wingbolts not escorting them.

“No I was to travel hear with the wingbolts, however on the way we were attacked from the ground. The attackers hid in the forest below firing globules of fire and acid. The wingbolts could not see them to fight back or move fast enough to escape the projectiles. My wingbolt managed to evade the missiles due to the low weight it was carrying. I am sorry I have to be the one to bring this news to you” Saraph pulls his papers out from within his pocket as he speaks and hands them over to the man. He examines them closely and nods afterwards. You should come with me. Saraph looks at the wingbolt that helped get him hear and turns back to the man.

“What will happen to this wingbolt?” The man turns his head towards the wingbolt and then back to Saraph looking over them closely, his eyes focus on Saraph’s hand resting on the wingbolt.

“Hmm. It is rare that one so young is such a natural at controlling creations” He says this first part more to himself than to Saraph “Yes. You do seem to be a natural at controlling creations. If you want, you may keep it as your pet. It seems willing enough to follow you, and your control over it seems secure. After such events it is common for a shaper to form a bond with his creation, although it is rare for this to happen to one so young and even rarer for the creation to bond with someone other than its creator. Have it follow you, it should fit around most of the complex. We can sort out the particulars later.

 

Saraph calls the wingbolt to follow it and then proceeds to follow the man. The man walks down a path from the courtyard and into a large building. Saraph follows the man down the corridor and to a door. The man stops at the door and tells Saraph to go though and talk to the servant mind about being examined. Saraph steps though the door, followed by his wingbolt. He is stood in a plain room, the only extravagance is a marble pedestal in the middle of the room. It is black marble with gold trimming and patterning inset with many different coloured gems. On top of this pedestal is a stone tray. Lay inside of the stone tray is a servant mind. It is a pale pinkish grey colour and looks vaguely like a pig. Its legs and arms are small and brittle, made that way because shapers do not allow many intelligent creations and those that they do allow are handicapped in other ways. Saraph approaches the mind and speaks.

“I have come to be examined?” He speaks unsurely, as he does so he holds up his papers of apprenticeship. The servant mind looks them over and then begins to hum.

 

Saraph is unsure of what to do and soon begins to wonder whether he should call for help. Just as he decides to cal for help the humming stops. The mind says only one word.

“Shaper.” Saraph is unsure of what that means. He asks the mind what he should do next. The mind replies that he should go outside to Master Erebus and tell him what has transpired. Saraph exits the room and sees the man. Saraph realises that he is Master Erebus. Saraph relays what transpired in the room and Master Erebus turns about telling Saraph to follow, Saraph calls his wingbolt to follow also. He thinks to himself that if he is going to have it as a pet, he should at least name it.

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Hehe, Been busy writeing again for the last hour or so. So I Present to you all, Chapter 15.

 

Chapter 15 – No Problems

Master Erebus leads Saraph to a small storeroom, Inside is a number of shelves with robes on them, some are red, some are green, and the others are blue. Master Erebus pulls off two red robes and hands them to Saraph.

“Any additional materials that you are going to need will be provided upon request providing you have a signed pass. Ink, quills and paper can be found in your room and will be restocked regularly. Now, let’s go sort out your wingbolt.” Erebus turns and leaves through the storeroom exit and Saraph follows, his wingbolt following behind. Erebus walks along the path weaving though the complex and enters the largest building in the academy. It is white like the rest of the buildings but more care has been taken to add detail to the furnishings and such.

 

Erebus walks down the corridor and knocks on a heavy oak door. A Female voice from the other side calls them to enter. Erebus steps inside and Saraph follows. Inside the room is a large bookshelf on the right, to the left is a heavy wooden desk and sat behind it is a woman. Saraph can feel an aura of calmness and control radiating from her. She is hawk like in appearance with a hooked nose and alert eyes that stare from beneath heavy eyebrows. She has short, ruffled hair. Her face is twisted in annoyance for being disturbed. Master Erebus clears his throat and begins.

“I am sorry to have to bring you this news. The supply wingbolts were attacked on their journey here. Only one survived due to its light load and ability. The wingbolt that did survive was carrying this apprentice to the academy at the time. The reason I am hear is to place a request for this apprentice. He and the wingbolt have created a bond between them due to the Stress of the journey here. I believe that his control over it is secure and the wingbolt is willing enough to follow him. If you find it acceptable he would like to keep it as a pet.”

 

The woman stands up and walks around the desk, she is tall and thin. She starts to look over Saraph and he gets the feeling that she is looking not at him but within him. A moment later she turns towards the wingbolt and evaluates it further. She finishes by placing her hand on the wingbolts brow. She turns about and walks back around her desk and sits down again. She clears her throat and begins her announcement.

“I see no reason that the boy cannot keep the wingbolt, it must stay with him at all times and if any problems are caused then measures will be taken. It will sleep close by the boy in his room and he will have a supply of raw meat delivered with his usual meals so as to keep the creation fed. Also the creation has confirmed what happened on the journey here and I understand that we will be low on supplies for a short time. You are dismissed.”

 

Erebus turns about and walks from the room, Saraph follows calling to the wingbolt to follow him. Erebus walks out of the building and down the path towards the back of the academy. Saraph asks Master Erebus who the woman was, he replies that she is the headmistress of the academy, she is called Mistress Hemera. Master Erebus walks to a heavy door and opens it walking through. Saraph proceeds through the door to find he is stood at the top of a series of steps leading down into an underground complex. He walks down the steps and through the long corridor.

 

Master Erebus stops at a door and procures a key from his robe, he hands Saraph the key.

“This is your room, you will stay hear throughout your Instruction here. Make yourself comfortable and I will send a servile to wake you tomorrow, it will take you to the library to receive further instruction.” With these words he departs leaving Saraph with his wingbolt. He unlocks the door and steps inside. There is a small bunk bolted to the wall and chained up allowing it to be folded up against the wall. In the corner adjacent to the bunk is a pile of straw with a few strips of meat place inside it. His wingbolt slips over and settles down in the straw tearing into the meat. Against the wall besides his bunk is a small desk with a few draws he opens the doors to find a bottle of ink, three quills, and a stack of paper. Saraph shivers at the cold air in the room and wonders over to a small fire pit between the pile of straw and the bunk, he throws a bit of wood into it and lights it. He checks that the straw is far from the flames and stands up, Saraph stretches and sits down on the bunk. He lies down and closes his eyes thinking of a name for his wingbolt, without realising he drifts off to sleep.

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I present to you Chapter 16? Forgot again. Enjoy whatever chapter number it is.

 

Chapter 16 - The Beginning

 

Saraph wakes up with one word in his head, ‘Zephyrus’. Saraph is unsure as to the time but is well rested, he decides to get up. He stands up and realises he is still wearing yesterdays cloths. He gets undressed and removes his bag from the wingbolts saddle. He removes a set of robes from the bag and starts to put them on. The quality of the fabric is superb it fits to his frame comfortably and keeps him at just the right warmth. He grabs one of the red robes he received from Master Erebus yesterday and throws it on leaving it unfastened and open like every other shaper he has met. As he finishes getting ready the wingbolt in the corner stirs. Saraph sits at the desk and waits patiently for something to indicate to him the time. Suddenly he feels a nudge on the shoulder, He jumps up and spins around looking about only to realise it was the wingbolt. Saraph straightens up and rubs his hand over its side. He thinks upon the word that was in his head when he woke up.

“I thought of a good name for you.” The wingbolt turns its head towards Saraph intently.

“Zephyrus?” The wingbolt pauses for a moment. It bows its head and emits a content hiss from within its throat. It seems pleased with the name. Zephyrus proceeds to rub against Saraph’s leg while he runs his hand against its spine. Saraph is startled when a knock sounds from the door.

 

Saraph walks to the door and opens it, on the other side stands a servile. The servile beckons with one hand. Saraph exits the room with Zephyrus and locks the door behind him. He follows the servile down the corridor and up the steps back up to the surface. The servile winds between the different buildings and stops at a particular large one. The servile bows and departs, Saraph walks into the building with Zephyrus close behind. He stands there waiting for about twenty minutes, Zephyrus rubbing up against his leg every now and then. As he waits he looks around the room, it seems to be a library. The walls are lined with huge bookshelves and in the corners are chairs or piles of stuffed pillows.

 

A woman walks towards Saraph from afar. She is rather short with brown hair, she wears a green cloak over her right shoulder and a tight fitting leather outfit. She has a confident, almost arrogant, stance as she comes to a halt. Overall Saraph would say she was pretty but not overly so.

“Good morning, I am Mistress Artemis. I am glad to see you awake and ready, at least we don’t have to drill that into you. Your instruction to the shaper arts begins now. From now on nothing matters but your training. Succeed and your rewards will be great, fail and your punishment severe. All shapers start by learning the history of the shapers. Take this book and read it, learn it, and accept the knowledge it imparts.” As she speaks she hands Saraph a large book. Saraph looks down at the book and back up at Artemis.

“I am sorry Mistress Artemis, but I haven’t been taught my letters.” Artemis’ face twists with annoyance for a moment and then calms down. She looks Saraph over again and glances towards Zephyrus.

“There is a servant mind in the next room that will teach you to read and write if you request it to. Prepare yourself as the lessons taught by servant minds are often intense and tiring. Once you have learnt to read return to me and I will start your training properly.” As she finishes her monologue she reaches out and plucks the book back from Saraph’s hands.

 

Saraph thanks Mistress Artemis before calling Zephyrus and walking into the next room of the library. The room looks similar to the other one except there is a servant mind in one corner with a chair stocked with writing equipment facing it, and a white wall besides it. Saraph approaches the servant mind slowly and when the mind spots him approaching it speaks.

“What may I do for you today master?” The servant minds speech is crisp and flowing. Saraph Requests to be taught to read and write. The servant mind’s mouth breaks into a smile.

“My pleasure master, please take a seat.” The servant mind hums quietly and a light shines from its side onto the wall.

“This is the letter A. Remember it, it is important.” As the servant mind speaks it projects a picture of the letter A on the wall besides it. The servant mind continues to the letter B next and so on. Saraph sits before the mind for hours listening and absorbing as much as he can. He concentrates for so long he gets a headache but he refuses to stop.

 

The servant mind stops and tells Saraph that it is late and he should retire to bed, the lesson can continue tomorrow. Saraph doesn’t argue he stands up and follows the path back to the steps and from there he descends them and walks to his bedroom door. He unlocks the door and walks in locking the door after Zephyrus passes through. He undresses and slumps on his bed drained, within minutes he falls asleep.

 

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Here is chapter 17, Enjoy.

 

Chapter 17 – Damn Letters

 

Saraph wakes up with a start. He looks round to find Zephyrus besides him, nudging him awake. Saraph sits up and grabs the chunks of raw meat off the desk and throws them into Zephyrus’ corner. Saraph stands up and gets dressed for the day. He sits down and begins to tear into his food. Once finished he gets up and exits his room with Zephyrus, locking the door behind them. He walks down the corridor and up the stairs onto the streets. He follows the path back to the library and takes a seat in front of the servant mind. The mind recognises Saraph and begins to quiz him on yesterdays lessons, Saraph answers a few wrong but gets most of them right. The mind proceeds to continue the lesson while Saraph concentrates to learn it. Once again the day passes by quickly, and once again Saraph is reminded to go to sleep. Saraph goes back to his room and eats the meal placed there for him, he undresses and falls asleep.

 

The next few days proceed similar to the first two, Saraph gains confidence in his reading and writing and the servant mind continues to cram more and more information into Saraph’s head. By the end of the week Saraph has learnt to read and write, albeit slowly but speed will come with practice and Saraph feels like he will get plenty of practice. Saraph goes to sleep on the night when the servant mind finished with him, he sees letters swimming about in his dreams first an L, then an A floats past, followed closely by a T. Saraph wakes up suddenly. He gets out of bed and gets dressed. He feels it is late but he has no way of knowing. He throws Zephyrus his meal while he crams his own down his throat. Within minutes he is running up the stairs and down the path to the library. He is late, it is almost midday. He slows down as he reaches the library, takes a deep breath and walks in.

 

Mistress Artemis sees him and sweeps over to him, Saraph pictures the motion as something like a hawk swooping down on a helpless mouse.

“I see my earlier words were proved untrue. We will have to drill into you the habit of waking up on time. Take this pass, and deliver it to Master Erebus, This servile will show you the way.” Saraph takes the red piece of paper she holds out and follows the servile as it walks between various buildings. It stops at a door, knocks, and then bows to Saraph departing. Saraph hears Master Erebus call for him to enter. Saraph steps inside and looks around. It is a plain office with minimal furnishings, on the left is a door. Saraph hold out the red pass, Erebus eyes it briefly.

“I’m surprised you lasted so long without receiving a punishment. When you fail to perform you will be sent here with a red pass just like the one in your hand. Hear I have the unfortunate job of handing out the punishment.” As he speaks he opens a draw in his desk and pulls out a small wooden wand. Master Erebus walks to the door at the side of the room and indicates for Saraph to go though it. Saraph steps through the door and walks into the middle of the room, he thinks that punishment couldn’t be that bad after all they want me to be able to carry on learning afterwards. Saraph turns to Master Erebus. Master Erebus points the wand at him and then all goes black. Saraph writhes around on the floor in agony. His vision flares red and his body feels like its burning. He tries not to make a noise but the pain is unbearable, he lets out a agonised howl. His mind blurs and his vision starts to black, within moments he loses consciousness.

 

Saraph wakes up moments later when a bucket of water splashes across his face. Zephyrus comes over and rubs up against him in sympathy, Saraph strokes along it’s side reassuringly. Saraph stands up and looks at Master Erebus. He shows no remorse at his actions.

“Return to Mistress Artemis to receive your instructions.” With that he walks out the room and sits back at his desk. Saraph walks out the building and back towards the library. He swears to himself that he will work vigilantly, even thinking of the pain he just witnessed makes him shiver.

 

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I have been busy and so I apolagise for takeing so long to write the next chapter. I do have things to do over summer. This weekend I went to see the university that I want to apply for next year. I have been writeing for the last hour or so. Don't rush me I am writeing this because I enjoy it and because other people enjoy it. I wont enjoy it if I feel like it is a chore. Please, be patient.

 

Chapter 18 – A History

 

Saraph makes his way back passed the buildings to the library. When he gets to the door he takes a deep breath to collect himself. He opens the door, assuming a confident stance, and walks into the library. He locates Mistress Artemis and asks her for his next assignment.

“Ah yes, you must learn the history of the shapers before you become one. Take this book and study it. Learn what it provides and think upon it. When you have finished return to me.” While she speaks she reaches towards a shelf and pulls a thick and heavy book from it. Saraph stumbles slightly as he takes the book from her. Mistress Artemis turns around and continues her work.

 

Saraph decides that his room would be a good place to go and study. He makes the usual route from the library to his room and sees a plate of steaming food on his desk. He struggles to lift the book onto the shelf connected to the wall but as he puts it down the shelf strains. A second later the shelf disconnects from the wall and both the book and shelf go clattering to the floor. As Saraph watches he sees the book level itself off and start to slow down. It must have some form of magical protection. As the wood clatters to the floor the book remains in the air slightly before floating quietly down onto the floor. Saraph leaves it there while he eats, he throws Zephyrus its food as always.

 

Once done Saraph lifts the book onto the desk, relived when it is strong enough to hold it. He picks up the shelf and puts it to one side, it can’t have been put up well if it couldn’t support one heavy book. From what Saraph could see in the library most of the books look as heavy as the one he now has on his desk. He sits in the chair and looks upon the book, The front cover is bound in red leather and has gold brackets at each corner. The Spine of the book shows heavy use but remains strong. There are strange glyphs down the spine in gold writing, Saraph can’t understand what they mean. The writing on the front is written in the same gold ink as the glyphs but Saraph can read them. They read ‘A History of the Shaping Arts’. Saraph slowly opens the front cover. The first page is just like the front cover only written in black ink and intricately decorated.

 

Saraph turns the page again to see a long passage of writing, he turns the page again to see that it continues onto the second and third pages. Saraph returns to page one and begins to read. He reads:

 

We shapers were not always successful. When we first discovered our craft, millennia ago on an island we call Sucia Island, we were careless and barbaric. We shaped with no idea as to the consequence. We learnt to use our new power and began to use it to destroy rival tribes. Our creations were wild and our carelessness knew no bounds. Within a couple of years we had spread throughout the entire island. It was then we discovered what we had done. Our wild and uncontrolled shaping had created many twisted and horrible creations. Our carelessness, creating new resistant diseases. We were revelling in our power when the people were dieing because of it. We soon realised what we had done, those of us that were pure and clean left the island. We settled on a continent and began afresh. We took precautions now. We researched in labs testing what we create, we reasoned that our craft was given to us to use. We proved ourselves right. Within years we had created the first stable creation, our methods were unrefined and we knew not what to do. One shaper, his name forgotten in the sands of time, discovered the method for researching more creations. With that method our understanding of our power grew. Within the next year we had discovered many new creations, so many that we classified them. There are three types of shaping now, Fire shaping, Battle shaping, and Magic shaping.

 

Saraph jumps slightly as he hears a knock at the door. He stands up and walks over, opening the door slowly. On the other side is a servile pulling a food tray behind him, it hands Saraph a plate of food and two legs of raw meat. Saraph takes them and closes the door. He throws the meat into the corner and eats his food. Once finished he proceeds to the fire pit and places a few more logs onto the fire to provide more light. He feels sleepy so decides to get to sleep and continue the interesting history tomorrow. He lies back on his bunk after getting undressed and drops to sleep quickly after thinking how reading tires him out so much.

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Hear is chapter 19. It too may be slightly inaccurate and I offer apolagies for that but I am stuggleing to find much information on the history of the shapers so I am trying to fill in the blanks with what I believe was likely to have happend.

 

Chapter 19 – Golden Age

 

Saraph wakes up and starts the fire pit going again. He sits at the desk and eats the meal placed there for him while he was sleeping. Once finished Zephyrus begins to stir so Saraph throws him the raw meat. After Zephyrus has finished eating Saraph decides to sit and talk with Zephyrus as he hasn’t had much time since he got hear to do so. Saraph starts to talk about small details of how he feels and offers apologies for not taking time for his pet. After a while Saraph decides that he needs to get back to reading the book. He opens it to the page he was reading:

 

There are three types of shaping now, Fire shaping, Battle shaping, and Magic shaping. A year passed while the shapers occupied a few small towns while researching in their underground warrens. Then a young shaper in training changed the shapers lives. While learning to create a Thahd the apprentice made a mistake that changed the structure slightly. The result was similar to a servile but severely unstable. The master in charge of the apprentice realised the potential of the new type of creation and began to research it extensively. Within months he had almost stabilised it and months later had achieved his aims. He went before the other shapers of the towns and proposed this new design. The shapers adopted it as their slave creations and labelled the creation a servile. They created serviles in their numbers after discovering there inherent subservience and set them to work mining and quarrying. With so many resources able to be gathered the shapers began to build huge cities and fortresses. The time had come once more when the shapers used their powers to conquer the rest of civilisation, only this time they were more aware of the consequences and as such decided that any who wished to join and live under the shapers rule would be integrated into their society. The shapers gained control over the continent and in doing so created a golden age for themselves and the humans that lived with them.

 

Saraph stretches as he yawns, he has been reading for only a couple of hours and yet he is still tired. He notices that his reading is speeding up slowly as he reads through the book. He thinks upon the shapers morels and whether it was right for them to assume control over their creations. He believes that it is like a god, he has created us and can assume control over us just as shapers created their creations and can assume control over them. Saraph accepts this without any more thought to it. He returns to reading the book once more:

 

The shapers lived peacefully until word arrived that there was another continent two weeks travel from the eastern side of the current shaper continent. By this time the shapers had set up a council and created a hierarchy of power. The nine council members debated for weeks upon the correct course of action. They decided that they should at least go and meet the people living there. The council being distrustful of the skills of other shapers decided that they must go themselves. They gathered together their most trusted shapers as protection and set sail for the next continent. Within a couple of weeks they had arrived at the western edge of the continent. They made landfall at the base of a mountain range and created creations to collect resources and build them a defensive outpost. From hear they sent out a patrol to meet with the locals. They discover them to be a barbaric tribe of people so the shapers passed them by and found another tribe. This too was full of barbaric locals. The shaper council convened upon what they had found and believed it to be their duty to the world to unite this continent under their rule, to bring order to a barbaric land. They began their campaign and within months half the continent was theirs, with the increased resources came increased efficiency and the rest of the continent was united within weeks. The shaper council created their citadel in the mountains near to where they first landed upon the island and maintain contact with their other continent. The shapers created infrastructure and maintain their power. With nothing needing to be done the shapers retreat back into their research halls and discover more powerful creations and spells, increasing their power even more. They set up academies to train new shapers.

 

Saraph’s eyes droop and he fights to keep reading but he doesn’t manage he falls into the book, the side of his faced pressed up against the page and he sleeps silently. He is jolted awake again by a knock on the door. He looks at the book where a patch of drool sits unable to soak into the book. Saraph thinks it must be another of the shaper protections bestowed upon the book. He opens the door and takes the food before closing it behind him. He throws Zephyrus the meat and hurriedly eats his own meal. Once finished he lies upon the bed and falls asleep.

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