Pylia looked out from her tower overlooking the College. Five long years had passed since she had used her Chantment to rebuild the school. In that time, her friends agreed to stay on to become instructors and help the new students gain a grasp over her powers. The path had been a rocky one. Aaron's departure had resulted in many of the original instructors leaving the College; their faith in the timid priestess being able take the role of Aaron didn't seem possible. With that, there were several other groups who departed.
Yet there were many who came to take up the torch. Pylia had reached out to the temple at Hope. Where she first studied Vitalimancy, and they were happy to bring a new group of healers to the College. Pylia had also reached out to the caravan she traveled with, who in exchange for room and board had provided her with guards. With that, the school had a small group to help patrol and keep the mages healthy and protected.
Next, her friends from the College before it fell. Pylia drew upon her other half to assist in their teachings. With what the other half knew of magic, there was no limit of what she could teach. Yet with each change to the other half, Pylia felt something was changing inside. As if when she came back to life; something twisted and corrupt came with her. Eventually, Pylia came to realize that part of her was struggling to break free. The other half even began to refuse to go back to sleep at points. Even her appearance drastically changed, reflecting the darkness the other half represented. To prevent her reliance upon the other half, Pylia dedicated herself to combat. Becoming more capable without calling upon the other half. As Pylia stepped away from her window, she noticed her reflection in the mirror.
Her appearance was much more world weary, the bright eyed priestess had become worn and bit faded. Yet her spark, the part of her that believed she could stand against the coming dark still burned brightly despite the odds. She brushed a greying lock of blonde hair behind her ears. As she moved back from the mirror, her reflection slammed against the mirror. Her claws scraped against the glass, screaming profanities as she demanded to be let out. Pylia nearly fell back in surprise as she regained her focus. "Let me out! I will destroy all who oppose us!" Pylia closed her eyes tightly as she begged the reflection to leave.
"No, you are never taking hold again. I will not risk my friends for what you promise." The reflection stopped screaming, as she slowly drew her talons across the glass.
"You think this changes anything...you will break. You have in the past, you will call me again!" With that, the reflection of Pylia faded to her more human side. Pylia sat quietly as there was a knock at the door. Slowly Pylia stumbled to the door, she pulled the heavy oak door aside as Uicle stood on the other side.
"They're waiting for you Pylia. We have our first wave of recruits." Pylia smiled wearily as she greeted her friend.
"Uicle, I will be down shortly. Just let me get prepared." As she stepped back, Uicle looked cautiously at his friend.
"It's getting worse isn't it?" As he asked, Pylia nodded silently.
"I'm sick Uicle, and I think she's becoming something we may eventually have to face." Pylia had drawn out her gossamer robes for the address of the mages. "If the unthinkable happens, if Dark Pylia takes hold and I cannot stop her. You have to promise, you need to stop me. Any means possible." Uicle looked at Pylia sadly for a moment before stepping to the door.
"We will discuss this later. Now, they need you." With that, Uicle left.
Pylia, dressed in her gossamer white robes stepped out onto the courtyard. There were many mages who stood crowded about, waiting to see what would happen. Pylia smiled politely to her friends, Lucilia, Uicle, Karnage and Glorora. Pylia felt a pang as Rendar was not among the counted. Yet it was not time to mourn the loss of her friend, Rendar as she knew it was dead. Yet the haunting feeling that she could just as easily become forgotten haunted her.
Pylia raised her hands to address the mages who gathered at the courtyard. As the murmurs quieted down, Pylia smiled to the group before speaking.
"Welcome, my name is Pylia Keltafer, I am the Archmage. I wish to formally greet and welcome you to the Twilight College. It has been a long journey to the place we are now, and I thank you for finding your way here. I know many of you have come here seeking knowledge, and have spent time studying under many mages already. To those who have just arrive and just began to understand exactly what power you have coursing through your veins. You are lucky, you are chosen for greatness. I thank you for letting this college and my friends help you realize this. Just know this, I wish for you to understand your power is not something to be taken for granted. I've seen many who take their abilities for granted, in exchange for power they lost everything. The mages who stand before you, have been my trusted friends and are accomplished mages in their own rites. For those who wish to study Vitalimancy, I will be tending to your lessons. Hydromancy, my aid, Uicle will be who you are to speak with. Demonimancy, the Orc Karnage will be your teacher. Floramancy, our resident herbologist Miss Lucilia will be your teacher. Geomancy, the dwarven emissary Glorora will be who you should speak with. Any of you who are without a specialized master, please speak to me." Pylia began to chant a simple trick as several elements danced about her. "I am a chanter, I can draw upon any school of magic you wish to know upon. Just know, that those of you who felt outside the world because you are different. We are here, we are a candle in the night. We will help you, thank you for your time. To the new mages who wish to speak with me, please feel free to come speak when you wish. I want you to know I am always willing to speak with any of you. To those who came to the College before we rebuild and had yet to properly intoduce yourselves. Know you are welcome as well." Pylia gave a polite bow to the new mages. "Thank you for your time."
With that, Pylia stepped down, among her peers. "I think that was a good first speech. Thank you everyone for coming to meet our first major wave of students."
Aerie smiled at Pylia, clapping her on the shoulder. "I think that was a good start, you will do well as the Archmage Pylia."