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“You die here boy”

A searing pain in his side. Alistair didn’t ask for this. He didn’t want to do this. But he couldn’t let this man run roughshod over…

“You’ll never be as powerful as…”

Another pain in his side. Alistair couldn’t help but shout out in pain.
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Alistair snapped awake. His eyes shot open as the runes on his arms glowed violently in the darkness of his room. The red lights danced across the walls of the room. Thunder rumbled through the entirety of Liseranna. Clouds gathered over the entire of the island. The teacher shouted out. He felt the pain in his scar like it was fresh. It was searing against his skin. Alistair bit his tongue, breathing in through his nose. The man leapt from his bed and immediately grasped at a cigarette and lit it up. Pushing the ash and tobacco into his lungs calmed him. The rumbling stopped. The clouds parted. The thunder stopped. He stood in the middle of his room, smoke in his lips. He sighed softly “I guess I can’t hold it back in my head for too long” he sighed softly and rubbed his fingers through his hair and growled. The Runed Teacher walked around his room and sighed, pulling on a loose shirt and a pair of jeans. He didn’t need to teach today, but there was something niggling at the back of his mind. Something he had to remember about today. 

Erasals. 

Alistair growled, a violent guttural noise that ripped from his throat. The teacher strode out his room, eyes glowing with fire and lightning, stormy as the magic he called down. His shoulders set, he barged through a few students that milled around the hallway. 

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” One of the students called out.

Alistair turned, the runes on his arms glimmering “[colour=firebrick]I suggest you walk away...right now[/colour]”


The other student immediately recognized the rune scarred instructor “Dude...that's Kuruz…” he whispered. They profusely apologized and walked off. Alistair closed his eyes and breathed in more tobacco. He muttered a gentle incantation and the mental map behind his eyes glowed in to life. “Find the phoenix” he repeated consistently in his mind. Nothing showed up. He sighed and resigned himself to going to the teachers lounge to see about the injured. 

The hungover teacher padded into the lounge, waving slowly at Juliann and Synth “[colour=firebrick]So Erasals happened last night huh?[/colour]” he sighed and looked at the black sludge of coffee that was what was offered to the teacher and sighed “[colour=firebrick]Rollanda healed everyone up I guess?[[/colour]” he mused before placing himself down next to the new instructor, falling into his default position; elbows on knees and holding the mug of coffee. His slightly lopsided grin playing across his lips “[colour=firebrick]so Juliann…how’d you come to be drafted by A-sshole[/colour]”