A Fantasy NaNoWriMo Novel by Melissa Osborne

Cover & FAQs



Just for fun, I whipped up a cover for Forgotten Era. You can see more details (not to mention a larger picture) here at my DeviantART.

And now, long-overdue Frequently Asked Questions!!
(Last updated on 2/4/09)

WARNING!!! SPOILER HEAVY!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED THE NOVEL!!!

How did the character of Eravisté come about?

It all started in summer of 2007. I had summer school that year for failing algebra, but the summer course was incredibly easy. I ended up bringing a book to school after a few sessions to burn some of the extra time I had after completing assignments. One of those books was Death of the Necromancer by Martha Wells, a book that I still consider one of my favorite books (if not my favorite).

I was fascinated by the character of Arisilde, a very soft-spoken sorcerer who had destroyed his mind with a nasty concoction of drugs. I don't know what made me fall so madly in love with his character, but I couldn't get the guy out of my head! Eventually, I did what I always do when I get inspired: I drew. I ended up drawing an effeminate man with a long ponytail and glasses in my sketchbook (back when I still actually drew in sketchbooks and not almost exclusively on the computer). I've changed his design somewhat since then, but he has always been a very lighthearted, caring, and calm person.

Eventually my math spiral started overflowing with drawings of this weird new character, who actually refused to have a name at first. I called him "Arisilde" for a long time, at least until I was finally able to get a finished Photoshopped drawing of him done. He stuck with me like frickin' glue. I couldn't get him out of my head.

In fact, a bonus funny story: I had a class with a good friend of mine the semester after the summer I created Era. (Say that three times fast!) At that point, my Era obsession was at an all-time high. That fucking mage was on my mind ALL. THE. TIME. So one morning in class, the teacher turned off the lights. I reached up to adjust my glasses.

Wait... I don't WEAR glasses. I have NEVER worn glasses. Why was I trying to adjust my non-existant glasses!?

I just kind of froze mid-wtf-moment, and I got a really odd look from said friend. Yeah, guess who I was thinking of at the time who DOES wear glasses? XD

Can I get some quick stats on all the characters?

Sure~
  • Era Dalgard/Lucien Baines is 26 years old (though physically 23 since he didn't age for three years) and was born on September 15. His Mage-Name is Eravisté. He is 6' 7" and weighs 144 lbs. His hair is pale blonde and so long that he can sit on it, so he often pulls it back. His eyes are white-gold (though they used to be violet blue) and his skin is pale, leaning towards peach more than tan. He is far-sighted and wears solid gold half-moon glasses. Era's build is very thin and lanky with little muscle mass, and he has a sickle-shaped scar on the left side of his neck and a roughly diamond-shaped scar right beneath his sternum and on the right of his spine on his back, courtesy of Caine. His hands are very strong, despite his otherwise lack of muscle mass. If Era were an animal, he would be a barn owl (though he used to be a great horned owl before that whole Death debacle).
  • Gabriel Dalgard is 42 years old and was born on July 7. He does not canonically have a Mage-Name, but if he did, it would be Aszmaard. He is 6' 4" and weighs 201 lbs. His hair is nearly-black brown and fairly short (though he does sport a connected moustache and beard). His eyes are ice blue with orange rings around his pupils and his skin is tan from all the outside work he does. Gabriel is very fit - he's not overly muscular or broad-shouldered, but he's stronger than he looks and certainly has much more muscle than most spellcasters do. He has a number of minor scars from various accidents throughout his lifetime, mostly on his hands. He has a tattoo on his right shoulder of a red tribal design, which he chose because "it looked badass." If Gabriel were an animal, he would be a spectacled bear.
  • Crisilla Baines is 17 years old and was born on December 2. She is 5' 5" and weighs 114 lbs. Her hair is chocolate brown, wavy, and goes down to her mid-back. Her eyes are forest green and her skin is healthily pale. Crisilla, having been raised in nobility, doesn't have much muscle to her at all, though she is thin without being bony. She has a scar on one knee from scraping it deeply on a rock when she was younger, and despite the fact that it's usually covered by her clothing, she (jokingly) says it "mars my otherwise flawless feminine appeal." If Crisilla were an animal, she would be a Turkish Angora breed of domestic cat.
  • Jarred Blake is 32 years old and was born on May 18. He is 6' 1" and weighs 175 lbs. His hair is dirty blonde and cut halfway between the bottoms of his ears and his shoulders. He also has a small goatee. His eyes are light brown and his skin is naturally pale but tan from being in the sun. He is fairly muscular and broad-shouldered, though he is more suited for a sprint than a marathon, so to speak. He has a number of minor scars from his fencing and horseback hobbies, though he wears them with pride. If Jarred were an animal, he would be a West Siberian Laika breed of dog.
  • Caine Lapointe is 38 years old and was born on January 30. His Mage-Name is Surront. He is 6' 3" and weighs 149 lbs. His hair is muted brown and just barely long enough to brush his shoulders. He also usually has a light stubble on his face from forgetting to shave. His eyes are a striking shade of green and his skin is not quite pale, but not tan, either. Caine has a bit of upper arm strength to him since he used to be quite fond of swordplay, but otherwise his build is fairly weak. If Caine were an animal, he would be a harpy eagle.
  • Dashito Eros is 23 years old and was born March 19. His Mage-Name is Tralneir. He is 6’2 and weighs 152 lbs. His hair is black and reaches slightly below his chin. His eyes are blue-grey and his skin is somewhat pale. Dashito is thin, but he has some muscle mass for his size. If Dashito were an animal, he would be a mourning dove. (Dashito is also a character borrowed from my good friend Beth. Love you, dearie! <3)
Wait... did I just read that Jarred is engaged to someone 15 years younger than him and a minor? Isn't that a little... creepy?

Yes
you did, and yes it is. I'm certainly not condoning it, and you'll find no mention of it in the story itself. It was a different time with different standards of decency. In fact, most girls in that era married a few years earlier than Crisilla did, and like hers, the marriages were arranged. She also got lucky in that they ended up very compatible with one another - they're very much in love. And considering that her other options were all men ranging from their mid-40s to early 60s, I think she lucked out. (No, that wasn't in the story either, so just trust me on that one. =P)

Why did you include the Grim Reaper in the story?


Besides the fact that I find the figure of the Grim Reaper fascinating? :D Alright, alright, there IS a legitimate reason.

Era was the Grim Reaper in his original plot. Mage all alone in a tower by day, Grim Reaper by night. Even though he lived on the edge of a little village all alone in a gloomy tower, he was a very nice fellow. A sweet little girl looking for work ended up being his apprentice, learning his secret, and they fell into a chaste sort of love for one another. She, if you haven't guessed, was the inspiration for Crisilla. Yes, Crisilla was originally a love interest before I dropped the idea entirely. So that's why Death appears in the story: I try to keep little bits of my original character plots in the final versions if I can help it.

What's with Era's middle name, "Dior"?

I'm not very into the fashion scene, so I didn't really realize that there was already a very famous Dior out there when I came up with Era's name. XD I picked it for the meaning, not to pay homage to Christian Dior (no offense meant).

What does Era's full name mean, anyway?

"Lucien" roughly translates to "light." I've also seen it translated as "man of light." "Dior," as far as I can tell, means "golden," which certainly fits Era's character design. "Baines" means "bones," and apparently was a nickname for a thin person. XD

"Eravisté" is a name I came up with myself using the sentence "I destroyed something he loved" as inspiration. Read Death of the Necromancer if you wanna get that reference.

Are you going to try and get this published?

In all likelihood, no, ESPECIALLY not this draft of it! I've always intended Forgotten Era to be a graphic novel anyway, so if I do want to end up going places with this story, I want it to be in the medium I'm comfortable with. Besides, there's a lot I missed this time around, such as mentioning how Death shaped his current personality. Not to mention I'm already thinking up major shifts in the plot and Era's characterization that may or may not be permanent.

Wait, what!?

Yeah, there's a lot I left out of this draft of the novel simply by accident. No outline was used in this since I went purely by dialogue and gut instinct. Plus I've got a neat "what if" situation that completely takes Death out of the picture.

Care to elaborate on that?

Eh, why not? :D

This incarnation of Era is cheery, happy-go-lucky, and a bit bumbling at times. In my original characterization of Era, he was much more of a mysterious figure. He was that person you see at the park every Saturday at noon, feeding the pigeons with a melancholy smile on his face. That's the kind of feeling I wanted him to evoke... and this story doesn't provide that. I like his current characterization, sure, but it's a lot different than how I originally imagined him.

Basically what happens is this: instead of taking the abuse that Era inflicts upon him, Caine speaks up. He, a man many years Era's senior, begs him to cease his experiments. This shakes him up; the main reason Era went as far as he did was because, in some twisted way, he thought Caine was willing to endure the pain he went through for Era's experiments. Once he realized that wasn't the case, he snapped out of the emotional deadening he'd placed on himself and, after a brief word to the king, he fled the castle. He wandered for a few years, helping people where he could and living a very modest life on the road before eventually coming back at Caine's beckoning, leading to the showdown and him taking back his title as Archmage. To atone for his crimes, he becomes a prisoner in his own tower, unable to leave the castle for years to come.

...At least that's the idea. I might edit it later.

What's with you and Era? Why do you keep addressing him directly?

Because he's a very important figure to me, and he feels nearly real. I know he's not, of course, but I love him even so. He's been a prominent voice in my head for years now, and I can't thank him enough for being there for me.

If you have a question, feel free to post it in the comments! Anonymous comments are allowed!

Acknowledgments

Beth: God, I love you so much. You have been so unbelievably supportive during this whole freaking month. You always kept up-to-date with the story and got pissed if I told you that you'd just missed the latest chapter by a few minutes. Thanks for obsessing over Era right along with me (and for letting me borrow Dashito for a little while).

Anoko: God, we've been friends for ages now! You're always there to support my little creative endeavors, whether it be a dinky little fansite or a full-blown novel. Thanks for being one of my first internet best friends - and thanks for the constructive criticism you left on the novel.

Kanjal: You have no clue how flattered I was when I read in you DeviantArt page that you considered Eravisté one of your favorite characters. You're the first Era fan I know that I haven't met in real life. It's also awesome to see your interpretation of his character - major hugs and head-pats, buddy!!

The TDF'ers: You crazy little forumers, you. Thanks for all your support in the NaNoWriMo Frenzy thread. I know I got a few readers from TDF, and I can't thank you enough for taking the time to come here and read my silly little attempt at a coherent story. You guys rock (and Razi wholeheartedly agrees with that).

Everyone else: Even if you only dropped by and read a few parts here and there, or if you actually stuck it out and read the whole thing, thank you so much. It means a hell of a lot to me, and I just hope I was able to make the time you wasted here a little entertaining. You guys are AWESOME, and don't you forget it!!

And Era: Goddammit Era, this is all your fault!! Fucking mad-mage!! How dare you make me go through this, you little... blargh!!
Anyway, I love you to death, sweetie. I finished your story now, so kindly stop making me obsess over you. Please and thanks.

Afterword

I did it.

Wow.

I'm still kind of in shock; I literally finished the book maybe ten minutes ago. I honestly... wow. I did it!!! I did it I did it I did it!!!

But I did so much more than just beat NaNoWriMo for the first time, too. I believe this is the first time I have ever seen one of my stories through to completion. Most of the stories in my head never get told; I'm a drawing kind of artist, not a writing one, so usually the most anyone ever sees of the epics running around in my head are some stray drawings of characters they know nothing about.

When I have a story in my head, usually it just stays that: a story. But once a character comes along for me that fits the bill for that story, that's when things start getting fun. Drawings start. I try the character out in a roleplay. I obsess and refine endlessly in my head.

Then, more often than not, the story slowly fades away, unused, in my head, never to be seen or heard from again. A sad fate for a perfectly good story, yes, but it happens, and it happens often.

Not in this case.

I place the blame for this mess of a month entirely on Era himself. If I wasn't so obsessed with him this past year-and-a-quarter, I wouldn't have stressed away my November! How dare he. The nerve of some fictional characters and all. Too bad he's so damn likeable, otherwise I'd... no, I probably wouldn't do anything horrible to him. I don't even torture my most unlikeable characters, let alone my likeable ones (unless horrible crushing guilt on Era's part counts, though he gets over that fairly well). Some of my other artist friends, for some bizarre reason, find it a little odd that I don't do more cruel things to my personal playthings. I guess it's the same reason that I usually play good characters in video games with "good" and "evil" endings: I'm a sucker for everything being all right in the end.

Though, I guess if I had to go back to find out who to blame for Era in the first place, it would be Martha Wells. She's the author of Death of the Necromancer, one of my favorite books, and her character Arisilde was the inspiration for Eravisté. It's sadly out of print in the USA; I was extremely lucky to find a copy at a half-price bookstore. If you like the character of Era - if he drove you to read this piece of crap more than anything else - read it. She's a far better author than I'll bet I'll ever be, and I can't recommend her highly enough.

Did you know I skipped work on one of the busiest days of the year to finish this sucker? I did. I'm such a horrible person. Did you know that I also had to figure out an alternate swear for Gabriel several times during the course of writing this monster? You see, I just kind of let the dialogue flow in my head. Many times, Gabriel ended up saying "Jesus Christ!" I obviously had to omit that since, well, Jesus doesn't exist in this plane. Usually it turned into "fucking hell." Fun little trivia there.

And now I realize that I'm beginning to ramble, so I guess I'll wind this down. To all of you who actually took the time and effort to read this, thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I'll make an acknowledgments entry and thank you more there, because you are just that cool.

Love you all, and... I DID IT!!!

Part 50

Ages passed.

The world turned.

Seasons faded into each other as hours became days became weeks became months became years.

People in the castle came and went; Era saw them all. Many changed as he knew them, but most did not; this saddened him, but he felt joy in seeing the country he helped run flourish.

Era wound up outliving the King, but this was to be expected. His oldest son became King in his stead, and Era had no doubt that the reign of King Arcturus V would be long and prosperous as well. And I will help to ensure that, he decided early on. I’ll lead him as far down the right path as he’s willing to follow me.

As he approached his eighty-eighth year, Era could feel his age in his entire being. At age sixty-four, he’d finally decided to grow a small silver goatee, only a finger width wide; he now sat in his easy chair at the top of his tower stroking it in thought, the world around him black as night but for the light of a nearby candle.

The stars are so beautiful tonight, he thought with awe, slowly and carefully raising himself to his feet and shuffling over to the sill. He opened the window to catch the breeze, breathing in the cool night air as deeply as he could. He remembered, on the edge of his mind, the night he’d made stars with Crisilla sleeping peacefully by his side. The memory was no longer a painful one; instead, he smiled at the youthful delight it still brought him.

The breeze picked up slightly, and the room went dark. The wind had extinguished the candle.

Era suddenly felt a presence he hadn’t felt for over sixty years. Turning around slowly, he smiled gently at the figure behind him. “Death,” he said, “how good it is to see you again.”

“The pleasure is mine,” he replied, his voice surprisingly fond in its lack of emotion. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” he said, suddenly looking and feeling as young as he was the first time he had encountered Death. “I’ve been ready all evening.”

“Good,” Death said, beckoning him. “Let’s be off, then.”

“One moment,” Era said. He dashed over to where the staff was in the corner of the room, picking it up and blowing the dust off the gem.

He then trotted back over to Death’s side, smiling his best. “Now I’m ready.”


The End


:: Afterword ::

Part 49

Archmagical duties kept Era and Dashito quite busy; their quiet moments were few and far between, but they appreciated them immensely. “There’s much more bookkeeping than you’d imagine,” Era explained to him. “Keeping logs of what supplies you’re using, ordering more of what the entire castle needs, bills of action for our independent mages to carry out… It can get quite overwhelming.”

“I’m sure,” Dashito said, a stack of papers in his arms. “And, of course, it all needs to be filed just right.”

“Right.”

They worked late into the night many times a week, sometimes passing out at their respective desks. Very little actual magic was done, to the disappointment of them both; Dashito wanted to learn more, and Era wanted to teach him.

“It would help if we had more than just us working on all this paperwork,” Dashito suggested.

“Very true,” Era replied. “I’ll ask the King if we could get a bit of help, at least with the filing part.”

“Yeah,” he joked, “and while you’re at it, tell him we’re sick of organizing ingredients until our hands stink of herbs.”

Era chuckled at that, but suddenly froze mid-laugh.

“What’s wrong, Lucien?” Dashito asked, afraid of what he might hear. I hate it when people freeze like that, he thought. Reminds me way too much of Caine.

“You just gave me a brilliant idea,” Era said excitedly. “Wait right there, I’ll be back up in… uh… soon!!” He then dashed out the door, floating quickly down to the bottom of the stairs.

Stunned, Dashito, peered out the door in time to catch Era running out the bottom door. “What was that about?”


The potion cart clacked with the sound of glass hitting glass.

The worst part’s always getting it to town, he thought. It’s fucking heavy, and I always lose a bottle or two. He was just about to set off when a vial bounced off, hitting the dirt beside his foot; he bent down to pick it up.

That’s when he heard the clopping of a carriage horse’s hooves.

At first he thought nothing of it; carriages came down that road all the time. It was only when he looked up and saw that it bore the colors of Elsequaire that he grew suspicious. What’s an Elsequaire coach doing all the way out here?

Of course, his suspicion only grew when it stopped right before him.

A royal messenger stepped out of the carriage, looking down his nose at Gabriel. “Gabriel Dalgard?”

“Uh, yeah. That’s me.” He put down the vial he held and turned his attention to the wiry man in the bright clothing.

“You are hereby summoned to Castle Elthren post-haste,” he said, “by order of His Majesty King Arcturus IV and Archmage Baines. You are also to bring what belongings you can, as it most likely going to be an extended stay.”

He blinked in confusion, giving the man an odd look. “Say what?”

“I said,” the man repeated in his nasally voice, “that you are to pack your bags and move to the castle. Is that such a hard concept to understand?”

Gabriel was stunned at first, standing frozen in place as the messenger waited impatiently for him to respond. Then, slowly and quietly at first but growing louder and more powerful as he continued, Gabriel began to laugh, happily and heartily as he could.

“Does this mean you’ll be going?” the man asked with a roll of his eyes.

Fuck yes,” he said, the man cringing at Gabriel’s curse. “Don’t move an inch, I’ll be out in ten minutes!”

“But,” he protested, “we were going to send another carriage… one we wouldn’t have to share…”

“Get over yourself,” he shouted happily as he ran into the house, “I’m leaving now!!

The man sighed resignedly. “Very well,” he muttered, “but if you’re not out here in exactly ten minutes, we’re leaving without you.”


Era was jumpy for three days after he had rushed out of the room on Dashito. I guess he just has more energy now that we actually have some secretaries to help us file all this, he rationalized, not entirely convincing himself. Either way, we’re practicing magic more, so I guess I can’t complain.

“Dashito,” Era asked, “how about we take a walk to the castle lobby?”

“We don’t usually have a destination,” he said with a smile. “Any particular reason you have one this time?”

“Maybe,” Era said, grinning.

“Alright then,” he said with a grin, throwing an arm around him. “Let’s go.”

Dashito actually had to fight to keep up with Era’s long strides; he was obviously in a hurry. What’s got him all wound up? he thought, burning with curiosity. They then waited in the lobby, Era nervously picking at his fingernails and tapping his foot.

Finally, the gates opened, and Era’s face lit up. As Dashito finally saw the reason for Era’s anxiousness, he burst into a grin. And suddenly, everything makes sense, he thought with satisfaction, watching the second most powerful man in that half of the world gleefully hug-tackle a bear-like man in an orange robe.


That evening, the three of them were sitting in a freshly-cleaned and bare room – Gabriel’s new quarters.

“Potions master, eh?” Gabriel asked with a chuckle. “You’re alright, kid, you know that?”

“I certainly try,” Era said with a huge grin on his face. “I’m just glad you decided to accept.”

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s certainly a more lucrative job than my last one.”

“And you won’t have to farm your field anymore,” Era added.

“What!? Hell no, I’m still farming my own damn field!! I wouldn’t trust anyone else with it!!” he shouted playfully.

“Alright then, have it your way,” Era laughed.

“But yeah,” he said, relaxing. “I appreciate it, kid. You went out of your way for me.”

“Not at all,” he said. “In fact, the King loved the idea.”

“Well, so do I.” Suddenly his expression soured slightly. “Wait, do I have to wear those hard-to-put-on robes every day?”

“Most likely.”

Damn it. Maybe this isn’t as great as I thought.”

Era and Dashito exchanged a look and laugh. “I’m sure you’ll get used to it,” Era told his second father. “Besides, I’ll bet you this will be worth putting on a slightly uncomfortable robe or two.”

“Yeah,” he said with a smirk, “so do I.”


Part 48

“Are you alright, sir?” Dashito asked him.

Era looked distant and off in his own world, but he quickly turned around to his new apprentice. “Yes,” he said, “I’ll be okay. It’s just hard to say goodbye, you know?”

“I do,” he said, nodding.

“And you’re welcome to call me Lucien if you like,” he said with a smile. “Or Luc, or Era if you prefer. There’s no need to be formal here.”

“Are you sure?” Dashito asked. “I mean, I am your apprentice.”

“And therefore I believe we have the right to be casual with one another,” he joked lightly.

Dashito smiled. “Thanks, sir—uh, Lucien.”

Era smiled, scribbling something on a piece of paper and dropping it down a chute for the servants to collect. “You’re very welcome,” he said. “Now I think it’s time for a bit more tea, don’t you?”

And I’m not the one bringing it? Dashito suddenly felt very glad of his choice of master. “That’d be great. No lemon for me, though.”


The carriage ride back to Sarmanna seemed much, much longer than usual.

Gabriel felt little relief as he stepped out onto his porch, exhausted from the trip as he was. And Era’s not here anymore, he thought. What is this, empty nest syndrome?

The house was empty and quiet, the couch still slightly disorganized from Era’s last awakening on it. He straightened the pillows on it and rearranged the blanket with half a mind, then trudged up the stairs to unpack.

“Too tired for that right now,” he muttered to himself, tossing his bag on the floor and collapsing on the bed, wriggling out of his boots. He groaned as he sank into the bed. “Guess tomorrow I’ll start working on my latest batch of potions or some such.”

He rolled over, staring at the ceiling. “Just like old times,” he said resignedly, drifting off into a deep, heavy sleep.


A week later, Era and Dashito were strolling casually down the halls of the castle.

He’d had a formal ceremony after his speech and settling in; he’d feasted as much as his small frame would allow him to, unwittingly butting elbows with some of the most powerful men in the country in the process. Power games still aren’t to my taste, he thought afterwards.

He’d also learned that Dashito slept in the servants’ quarters. “But you’re an apprentice!” he said incredulously. “Your master is supposed to arrange your living conditions!”

“Caine, uh, didn’t like to be disturbed,” Dashito explained. “And honestly, I didn’t want to be anywhere near him when I was asleep.”

Era chuckled. “I understand completely,” he said. “If you’d like, though, we can change that. We can easily put a bed in the attic above this room, if you don’t mind a little dust.”

Dashito looked surprised. “You don’t have to, but… yeah, I’d like that.”

“Then we’ll get right on it.”

The two became fast friends; Era found that having him around made the hurt of Gabriel not being there much easier to bear. I still miss him, he thought. He was like a second father. But he was right: we do all have to move on eventually.

Their walk was merely for the pleasure of it; neither of them had a destination in mind. “If they didn’t make half the castle’s guards follow us when we did,” Era joked, “we could go walking in the woods.”

“Ah well,” Dashito replied with a smile. “This place is enormous; I don’t think I’ll ever see all of it.”

“Very true.” He smiled as they walked side by side for a while, startling some of the servants as they passed. Seemingly out of nowhere, he chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Dashito asked.

“Nothing, really,” he said. “It’s just… have I ever told you about the first time I cast magic after losing my memories?”


“Everyone, the Archmage is on his way!!” shouted the Academy guard. “Everyone on your knees, show some respect!!”

It was several days later, and Era and Dashito had decided to pay a visit to the Academy. “I am the headmaster now,” he said, not fully believing it himself. “I suppose it’d be good to drop by every once in a while.”

Once again, the entire student and staff body dropped to their knees as Era approached. Several of the teachers wondered why on earth they’d told the detectives investigating his disappearance that they’d never heard of him; after all, he had been the Archmage.

Embarrassed, Era motioned for everyone to get up. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he said, “just go about your normal routine. Pretend we aren’t even here.”

Slowly and with a good deal of confusion, some of the students began to slowly rise to their feet and resume their duties, casting sideways glances at Era the entire time. Once the rest of them realized it wasn’t some sort of trick to weed out the gullible ones, the rest eventually rose as well.

“Much better,” Era said with a smile, earning a chuckle from Dashito. They continued down the hallway to Tarrgus’s office.

The guards pulled open the doors for them, bowing as they walked by. Tarrgus was, as usual, busily working away at his desk.

“This had better be important,” he grumbled. “I’m very busy.”

“I suppose this is a rather important visit for us,” Era said politely.

Startled, Tarrgus jumped out of his seat. “You!! What… why are…” his face paled as he realized exactly who Era was. “Your mageliness,” he said, bowing as low as his gut would allow him to and breaking into a nervous sweat, “you must excuse my horrible attitude towards you during your last visit. I truly… I don’t know what came over me…”

“All is forgiven,” Era said with a smile. “I’m merely here to check on how my school is progressing.” My school, he thought with an excited inner laugh.

“But of course, milord,” he said, pulling out a record book. “Let me, uh, get the proper records here…”

While he was digging, Era noticed a familiar record book out on a desk. He flipped through it absent-mindedly, stopping on a familiar page.


Erauldin --- Samuel Lyonsworth

Eravisté --- Lucien Baines

Eravitral --- Wendon Schmitt

Erbusyyn --- Galen Foley


He smiled triumphantly. Perfect.