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Luciel Young

Tap-tap tap-tap the pen hit the paper laying on the desk in a quick pattern. The paper was decorated with elegant symbols and letters. The study of the human mind. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to find. Clairvoyants with magic involving manipulation of the mind rarely turned to Helia for training. Many of them probably didn’t even know they were clairvoyant and if they did it was very easy to abuse the power and turn to crime. Either way, mind manipulation hardly had a place in dealing with Pyrrhic. Hard magic- physical magic was more valuable. 

It frustrated Luciel that he kept getting pushed to the backburner. The council hardly used him- even for diplomatic missions. The stigma on illusion magic was growing. An invasion of privacy which could end up in ruining good relations. Plus it was hardly any good in a fight. Luciel’s pen tapped harder as his frustrations grew. Even if he read everything about the way the mind worked what good would it do if it was looked down upon to use. 

He dropped his pen, more violently than he intended and stood, his chair scraped unpleasantly along the wooden floor. He glanced around the small study he occupied. There was a small bed in the right corner with messy blankets, clothes on the floor, trash overflowing in the left corner and his desk was piled with books and papers. He was certainly not the most hygienic room keeper. 

A knock interrupted his thoughts and he marched to the door, pushing it open. A young page boy stood in the doorway holding a bag of letters. “Mr. Young?” the boy asked holding a council embellished letter. ”Yes.” Luciel answered, taking the letter. The boy stared at him for a moment before turning off to run the rest of his errands. Luciel closed the door and quickly pried open the seal. After quickly reading the council's message he threw it to his desk, grabbing a bag of provisions to pack. He had never been in a circle before. He was never needed in one. Perhaps people’s views were changing. 

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The next day Luciel woke up late. He grumbled to himself at not waking up in time as he rushed to get ready. He locked his little room and headed down the hall and down the stairs to the ground floor. A elderly woman was sweeping the hall and greeted him quietly. He nodded his head and swept past her- caring little for idle chatter. He kept a brisk pace, bag beating his side with every light step. Helia towered before him and he turned to go to a smaller branch of the school. The library was a place he had spent many hours and it was no stranger to him. He walked in and paused in the entrance. Books lay in messy broken piles and the shelves lay bare. It looked like a whirlwind had gone through the library. A few people looked as if they were attempting to pick up the mess but with how large of a task it was, nobody really looked like they were putting in the effort.

Luciel delicately made his way through the mess, looking around for his group. Hopefully the circle didn’t have anything to do with this mess. He didn’t really want to be in a group more keen on causing destruction than fixing it. It sounded like they’d get killed pretty fast. Especially if he was in the circle with them. He had no marketable skills for self-defense.
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