Surface of the Deep
[Riddle of the Deep]
Elle got her shit together. She was aching over the spells and riddles that had been coursing through her scroll: the enchantments were still coursing through her entire body day in and day out. Sorcerers had been casting their charms toward her for over a year. She was restless and yet still at ease knowing that her own true charm, her power could overcome for all of enchantment in existence. The true power was in knowing her mission to overcome and redeem her worth as honorable to the keepers of the deep and restore the sanctity of truth and virtue for the cause of protecting the deep and returning to her rightful place as master of the deep.
Elle couldn't hold on any longer to the wand in her hand. So it went that the power was absorbing her energy and she was absorbing energy from the scroll. Day in and day out, Elle’s scroll was binding all sorts of enchantments to the sacred scroll.
Her scroll's enchantment had continues to release this power and the words continued to etch themselves across the parchment: ink coursing all along further down down down the page. "God's power be with the hero who believes in destiny. Honor in the midst of the vitality in spirit of righteousness, reason and all that is pure: truth."
Elle reached out her hand toward the levitating object and pulled it in closer reading the words which captivated her even more at the page's last glance, : "Course Setter should seek the eternal enchantment of the elements and all the world will be right in eyes of those who rise with the light."
And the scroll then tightened and rebound it's self the leather case.
She was in her room until sun set. Before, an entire audience had just witnessed her enchantment revelation in the Tavern known as Cutter.
Captain Hieyel of the Gold Moon had adjusted a course toward the Jusuain Islands. For almost three years now, having searched endlessly for the possibility that he should find the binding power of earth and seeking land to call home, he had journeyed 'cross the surface of many oceans: to belong to a city again that is free from the reign of tyranny.
Across the oceans, Hieyel and his crew had discovered a great many treasures... most prized of all his scope and his scrolls.
Elle's had her scope in her hands as she was peering out through it seeking Benjamin's, he was sitting in the library and had it pointed at the scrolls he had meant to read: hinting to Elle he had to study and no time for playing around with the scopes and all their sights to see and share. Not realizing how rare the items the two had been toying with since they had found them on the shore of the cove, Elle and Benjamin had for a long time now been playing this game of seeking treasure. "Yet still he had penned into his scroll a message to share into Elle's: "Elle Course: blue for a majesty, not a jest or a set for Kings, beyond the floors, between the doors." He set his scope toward the stand sitting between two doors and Elle recognized the small models of a royal family peering over their scrolls atop the stand. The floor of the library was tiled blue and deep red. A king wore a royal blue and the jester did wear a hat lined with gold and blue too. Glinting atop the queen's head was a silver crown with a small blue gem in the middle.
"Jamin Follow, A jewel!" She replied.
Just by the cottage the two had bunkered together in along with Anaura Cook, a plant science student at Aushrok Academy, just next door to Counor Misilan’s: who worked in a wand shop disguised as an art gallery.
A long time ago, Benjamin had been teasing his magic tricks behind Elle’s back, since the four of them had become acquainted, knowing full well that only Anaura and Counor had any power, and Elle had no knowledge yet. He sensed now by mere meeting, a powerful wizard or witch (sorcerers he preferred to call them). A power surged from his scroll case nearly buckling his knees at the sight of Anaura when they had first met. At first he had thought it was Elle.
"Is everything alright?" asked Elle curiously. He skeptically looked at each of the younger women Elle to Anaura, back to Elle and back to Anaura. He smiled and shot a glance of acknowledgement that there was a powerful woman there and he knew immediately that Elle Course knew not of the magic.
To which he replied "Yes! Just fine!" he replied. And Anaura also had felt the surge of energy although his was more whimsical.
Anaura was studying a plant science of a potent nature, to become a powerful potions master while Benjamin was more in a line of study for researching the great and powerful art of performance: major designed for students to practice their magic in secret or otherwise spend their time practicing for plays if they hadn't any reading in the power scale of magic of any sort (and these were the students who didn't know that magic had even existed).
Elle was also studying in a major not unlike one in the field of those studying magical powers although she was selected to join the others who did not read a wisp of power on the power scale. The study of language arts: a powerful study for the sorcerers and sorceress' was also referred to as "Incantations," by the masters. Although Elle was struggling a bit in her poetry: for her words were not inspiring enough to promote even a wisp of a charm, and her professor was quite unenthused by the lot of the underpowered. In fact he had little seen any true strength in the power of words even any of his powerful students could write. It had seemed that nobody could come up with any sort of creative new spark to the poetic world of writing and even minding their literature, these young magicians too were seemingly powerless in regards to the greats: the masters of sorcery.
On occasion Master Atuer would read incantations and literatures of the non-magic to either class in suspicion of finding new talent for the magical world, and testing his more gifted students if they were paying any attention or respect to those who were not so magically inclined as well.
Meanwhile there were those (like Elle) who were like "magic-what?" Scrolls and other fantastic objects are hidden around the planet as if seeking them out is a treasure hunting game to the wise. In fact, trading and hunting magical items was an esteemed trade. Dragons also play this game with people by making appearances seldom witnessed and so... meanwhile, there're some people like "dragons what?" This was the case for Elle Course. "Magic?" In her mind, "no way! Just folklore, really."
She remembered one morning well, when the night before it had been stormy. She awoke to a blue sky and found that Josiah Hill, the delivery boy, had left her a large package she had been expecting for 3 weeks. Still very tired, she left the package settled against the green door to her cottage on the beach and went inside to brew tea in the iron kettle hanging over the fire pit.
Days prior, there was a strong heat building around the cove. The sun was so hot, the heat was impossible to avoid. A cheer was ringing out throughout the town for the Red Lions to return. These of course were the men and women of Jusuain's clan, whom she did not know she was related to.
After Josiah had given her the news, she made a note on a piece of parchment to remember to tip him 5 cents the next time she saw him. She still didn't quite understand what all the fuss was about-- as it seemed, a popular band she was not familiar with was in town to play a concert.
Later that day, there was no story, only music was playing on the streets of Jusuain, and only music was playing at Cutter Tavern. Elle of course had music to play as well that night... about words and thoughts and things... Anaura played music as well only on this particular night, Anaura did not bring music to the stage, she was at home expecting the Elle would not get into this particular tavern where sorcerers gathered.
She opened a scroll. The scroll was entitled "Course." And it had been given to her by her family of Course.
The pair did not appear phased by it at all and in fact had participated in the practice at Cutter for years. She couldn't help feeling a little jealous and even slightly annoyed by this. After all, her closest of friends had been hiding this secret from her for years. Yet, even worse of a feeling for her... there were countless more secrets to uncover.
Previously, at Cutter Tavern... the scroll that Anaura had opened began to glow and levitated before Elle. An echoed voice in a very strange dialect spoke as the words magically appeared to be writing themselves with the very words that were emanating from the scroll.
"Course," the scroll spoke, "Keeper of the Deep."
"Speak your name, Elle," Dayin had called out from the audience. He had only just walked into shield her from witnessing the magic realizing his mistake at the door in letting her in, but it was too late.
In shock, she quietly muttered her name, "Elle..." she said, "Elle Course," she reiterated calling her full name much more loudly for all the tavern to hear. The audience rejoiced in the immense condensed of magic winding and binding her to her scroll. The enchantment was stronger than many had ever seen before for a first timer to be discovering her journey toward enlightenment. And before a crowd!
Elle couldn't take much more of the power when the scroll tightened and rebound itself back into the brown leather case Elle had brought it out from. Everyone in the Tavern was silent and watched the case expecting something more like a song for Elle's journey or a quest.
Children were often introduced to their scroll here seeing as how their families generally had been holding onto their scroll for them or had found their scroll for them. However, many are introduced to magic in the most obscure places.
As she walked back from the tavern that night, up the stone pathway which lead to their home, Anaura was now lighting up freely before Elle from a small glass orb. "Anaura?" asked Elle.
Anaura had a sly smile across her face and she replied "Yeah Elle?"
"Where did you find that scope?" Elle questioned, still stunned by what she had just witnessed, referring to Anaura's.
"It's a secret," Anaura whispered.
Anaura and Benjamin had refused to speak anymore of anything enchanting for the night leaving Elle feeling waves of many intense emotions. After Benjamin and Anaura had fallen asleep, Elle was still up, late, fascinated by the now blank "Course Scroll." Puzzled she poked it and waved the long parchment around. She spoke to it her name once more and eventually settled on the thought that something might happen if she wrote in it. With a dark forest green ink, which Anaura had given to her that night, Elle had decided on the first thing to write into the blang bemusing old browned parchment of mystical nature: one of her old favorite passages that she had written herself, long ago:
[THE BEST RIDDLE YOU EVER READ]
A hot breeze swept through the cottage window with pale blue shutters, and the fire turned to smoke.
One night Elle had taken a liking to a poem she had written and such a liking at that she informed Benjamin that she would take it to the town's performance night: Cutter Tavern. Benjamin wished her a good night each time she should leave to bring forward some new awe inspiring poetry (in her mind).
One night, Elle left telling Benjamin where she would be, only for Benjamin to discover from Anaura that she had known a secret about the Cutter Tavern, which he hadn't. Cutter Tavern is only open for a gallery of magical performances tonight. It was for the spell castors only in order to condense to their knowledge who knew of incantations of a specific kind. "Ah well, then poor Elle won't get in, she ought to be home sooner than." What sect of power are they--" She interjected "They're not setting any fires tonight, Ben."
Elle was questioned at the door by none other than Dayin, professor at the academy in music and charms.
She was questioned in a riddle for entry to the tavern that night:
“Well this is new,” she thought.
"No one is a slave,
Unless they are believed to be...
The world is ours to save,
see,
and the truth shall set you free."
"What say you Elle-- erm...?"
"Course!" She replied, Elle thought a while beliveing this to be a certain unique question for entry, she understood the poem to need be continued. Proudly, she believed in hernatural abilities to reply poetically back without much realization, that she should be answering in encantation. "people are who they are,
please just let them be,
look near and beyond, far,
and for truth, endless possibilities.
See."
Dayin paused. Elle was smiling and sensing what energy he could from the girl by the name of Course who stood before him in the doorway, he felt an odd surge of a bright and cooling power out of the faith in her words... "'endless possibilities?" he asked, bemused. "You may come in." He announced proudly," and welcome," he whispered, "to the Right Night, you will be seen here." And he winked.
Elle Course sat down at a table and left her satchel there waiting while she walked to the counter for a tea and ask if she might borrow some ink, her quill had run dry and the woman at the counter sent her on her way back to her table with a hot cup of tea and a glass well of ink. Elle soaked her scroll with the royal blue ink at the table and a strange powerful spell had taken over her quill and even her hand as well, as she wrote. She nodded her attention of thinking that mustn’t be right, and continued writing and writing her poetry in essence of revealing as much power in her words as she could muster.
Earlier that evening, her feather quill, a rufescent feather etched 'cross the parchment as rain tapped down upon the thatched overhanging. She sat in a dark oak rocking chair, on her porch, a poem intended to be submitted for analysis by a writing professor at Aushrok Academy. It was also something musical, song lyrics for the approaching weekly market festival where she played music and sang lyrics written on an average scroll, a long stretch of parchment furled around a dark wooden rod.
A cauldron of turkey stew was brewing over fiery coals in her fire place. She closed her scroll in its leather case with a snap to keep it fastened, leaned back in her rocking chair, and stared up into the sky when she saw a moving fleck of gold streak across it.
"Must have been a shooting star," Elle thought. She turned to her friend, Benjamin Follow, and joked "did you see that dragon?" It was a long standing joke between the two of them seeing as how he was into dragon folklore. Little did she know Benjamin wasn't only religiously guarding his own use of magic from her with his life but he was also hiding his secret situation with a Glider's egg.
"Ha," he replied, "yeah I know right? Dragons... pfffff." He took a puff of tobacco from his pipe and turned the smoke into a gold wisp while she wasn't looking. Glancing back at him he noticed that the gold had settled back to a white puff of smoke just in the nick of time before she could catch the magical display. His charms worked well to disillusion her and anyone else who was not aware of charms at all and he laughed quietly to himself. He was a master when it came to scroll charms involving invisibility and hiding any form of mysticness.
Elle Course, Benjamin Follow and Anaura Cook enjoyed a delicious stew while they talked about the absurdity of legends. Anaura and Benjamin glanced at each other knowingly, and Elle simply marveled on the complexity of the world while her two friends had seemed to be sharing an inside joke. It was a shame, because she wanted to be let in on the joke, only the secret wasn't a joke at all... the legends were really true.
Epically serene, Venus guided the Captain of the Gold Moon, towards Jusuain. Leaves on the Gold Moon's lemon trees swayed from the hot breeze, and so, the ship rocked on the over the Jusuain Seas.
No one could have prepared her for what was about to occur at Cutter Tavern. A cosmic and seismic outburst of hidden fantastic enchantments was about to be released in Elle's name, and she was yet to even be aware of the existence of sorcery and other forms of mysticism.
Even the Kayen wars were of little news to her, as Aushrok was a small Island Nation within the Jusuain Islands. The Kayen war was scarcely news at all to anyone anymore. The distant eastern Bronx territory had even been said to be a myth to the Jusuain Army. A revolution between magicians on Aushrok was much more notorious, although Elle had no recollection of having ever witnessed such shenanigans-- this was merely sorcerer’s "scroll news." A new era was brewing for sorcerers and dragons to be emancipated by the omnipresent Kayen mysticism oppressors. Sorcery Scrolls were riddled with confusing signs and signals of important lessons and terrorism.
"To unite all nations!" Says Elle. "And all dragon nations," Ryton adds... "and all Riders..."
Elle opened her scroll the very next morning and it appeared that the previous night had been real after all. She couldn't believe her eyes at the sight of news artical which had appeared to be writing it's self in her scroll before her eyes. Although it appeared just like any other article Elle had read, the subject matter was quite off beat from any other publication she had ever read in her entire life. the writing in her scroll continued as she opened the scroll further and further: and the word of sorcery and magic were appearning before her very eyes. She shook her head left to right and her eyes were widening as she skimmed over the page and read her name as well.,
Publications: Jusuain Times
Chillin Daily
Your charm of the day!
Are charms in your way? Clear you scroll
Aushrok Magic Corps: now hiring enchantment instructor.
New magician addition!
Congratulations to Elle Course in discovering the immense overwhelming world of magic. May the skies be your limit in your quest for spiritual enlightenment.
Treasures!
Folklore: The ever illusive dragons are jeopardized as well as the world's Island Nations are in jeopardy from tyranny of the Kayen Pirates. Jusuain we're safe and any reports in fears of dragon hunters is nothing more than mere codswallop.
If you haven't found your scroll, you're essentially out of the loop with spell use entirely. Some magicians live under protection of the CCPA: charm castors protection agency: an agency designed to keep spell castors identities a secret: so remember not all scroll holders are magicians and not all magicians hold a scroll. Finding magical treasure though scroll riddles is a game. Believing in your own scroll is a life- long commitment, quests for seeking and protecting your charms and missions is not game. Curses and hexes are not a game. So please enchant responsibly.
Dark clouds of an electromagnetic energy are concentrating overhead throughout the Isles of Kaya, where the Kayen Pirates call upon their mates: scroll masters, hunters and champion treasure seekers to take on his conquest of commanding Surfers. One, is a dragon rider; the most esteemed conqueror of the nearby Islands and he is faced with a quest: to seek and destroy any and all people by the name of Course.
It is lucky for Elle that the scroll itself saves her life by a rare charm which combines forces with Elle to call upon Ryton, an old, significantly rare Surfer (a dragon). After days of arduous work through the controversies of Elle's gifts are revealed, because well, her gift is a loud-- very loud Echo Scroll which proclaims her abilities, heritage and even a dawning of a new era of dragon riders. A mesh of discontent and spell battles break out over Elle's scroll troubles causing the village to make news for almost the entire world. The whole town is quieted and the draining battles discontinue in a matter of minutes just shortly after Zathen, the Kayen Rider, arrives for Elle, and she is saved by the legendary Ryton. A powerful legend progresses throughout the the caves of Echoes, the fiery volcanic pits of Tikes, the mountain ranges where the Glides dwell and Surfer dragons train in the depths of hidden cities of the deep.
After Elle discovers her deep lineage with the dragon riders and scroll masters, it is her mission to seek out and unite both her incredible family-- siblings scattered about the world and raise awareness of their destinies and dragons in essence of a brewing war with Kayen Pirates-- the most dreaded of men... and women.
In defense of fairness and the lives which are at risk of domination by Kayen, Elle journeys forth. "Sworn to rescue and protect peace."
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Tikes occupy only a thin strip of the course and rugged Geyser Islands. Their existence is legend. They can withhold the intensity of inhaling flammable gases due to acclimating to the clouds of geyser emissions. They are the strongest and the largest of creatures. They are most rarely seen and told to have been ridden only in ancient history... up until their nest are invaded by the Kayen, that is.
Echoes sing yet cannot fly. They take cover in caves and they are faster than any other creature in the world. They listen well to news of almost any occasion and they often welcome visitors in their caves... that well, if anyone can find an Echo cave. Their habitats are primarily upon high mountain peaks or deep in valleys guarded by cliffs. White Echoes prefer snow. Although the green ones find jungles much more enjoyable. Desert Echoes and other cliff dwellers are generally between shaded of tan and dark brown.
Gliders who are seldom accommodating for a rider, can fly. They're generally witty, charming and sly when it comes to trusting humans (although most dragons don't in any case.) However, it is so, that Kites are the mostly friendly. They're magnanimous wing span which lift their heavy bodies off the ground on in this world's lighter gravity project reflections of various shaded of blues, purples, soft pink, grays, white and some even portray flecks of gold.
Surfers-- well they surf.
Ryton is a unique dragon indeed and he is Elle's sidekick. He is old, sly, and well... actually quite comically clumsy for a dragon. However, it is no concern for Elle Course who is similarly cursed with riddles of confusion. With Elle's incredible scroll quest ahead of her and with regard to Ryton's quests as well, this pair is bemusing, hilarious and exciting.
Mountains made from wild seas
Deep beneath, a ship had sunk
Now, petrified a wooden rock on the mountain top,
Atop the rock, a cross.
Volcanic cloud of gasses steam
The mirror in the wreckage
The depth to beauty will arise from faith
Make no mistake in seeing
How much time there is to take.
Elle's scroll had been preaching her poetry for days now, and the people of Chillin were still in a bit of a daze over it. The poetry was sometimes heard echoing throughout the Jusuain Islands and her confusion over the matter had been entirely exhausting. All she could think about was practicing those charms. Playing music with charms was now her new hobby where she could play several instruments at once. This too, was a bit of a mess because it got a tad bit annoying for her roommates.
The villagers had been settled with their new scroll holder, Elle, who of course felt she could never settle with this life changing experience. Life as it seemed, would never be the same again.
It was spring and Elle had just been sorting through a trunk of junk. Amara streaked in a panic when she found Elle tossing an assortment of junk into a bin marked "for sale."
"This is an enchanted piece Elle!" She yelled as she picked up a scope she had had since that day Josiah had dropped off the package.
"Roya" was etched into the old dark wood. She withdrew her quill and marked "Roya scope," into her scroll. The words swirled and the scroll chanted "Roya scope," aloud. A cloud of sparks whizzed from Anaura's pocket. "Oh, right, forgot mine was in my pocket." Anaura pulled a similar scope out of her pocket and put it back in her room. "You can never enchant a thing when you've got more than one of them in the room. Let's try that again..."
The words had already disappeared from Anaura’s scroll, but before she could re-write, Elle interrupted. "Can I write it?" She asked. Anaua frowned. She had a tendency to belittle Elle when it came to teaching with magic... among other things. After all, it had been several years since Anaura had found her first scroll and Elle had only been in the race for a couple of weeks.
"It would probably be better if I take this one Elle," and she wrote the words into her own scroll anyway. Elle became frustrated with this. Magic was practical and quite easy. Once you've written a few incantations it was almost a simple word or phrase about an item or a trick, and the magic was done.
The scope sparked. "Here," Anora handed the scope back to Elle. "Ask to see Benjamin."
"Benjamin." She said peering into the scope and the panes of glass twisted and swirled. To her surprise, Benjamin was at the library. Surprising for one, because Benjamin didn't go to the library and two it wasn't the right Benjamin. It was Benjamin Kayden and he was picking out a book on astrology. "Oops."
Elle could tell she was under Anaura’s scrutiny. For whatever reason the simple mistake was a mountain for Anora. A mole hill for Elle.
Growing impatient, Anora wined "should use last names Elle." She put her hand out for the scope back only Elle was feeling rather frustrated by this. She laughed and shrugged it off. "I can handle it Anora, and besides, isn't it my scope? You have your own."
"Never mind," Anora huffed. "I was going to teach you some more enchantments with it," but I've got to study anyway," and she walked back into her room.
Elle still felt like a child. It was a nightmare to be the new girl with spells. As if the eruption of poetry echoing all over from her scroll hadn't been haunting enough. Elle had already learned her lesson to be more specific, and being told to wasn't going to illicit practice. Nevertheless, she had already figured out the device. "So I say a name and I can see it." she thought to herself.
It was a similar simplicity with almost any spell. Simply find words to explain what it is you're trying to do and use them properly with the device or the scroll. This didn't change the fact that some sorcerers were very picky with their magic. It was a shame so many had known of her entirely new introduction to magic or else she might even get by being recognized as somewhat of an expert. Her skills matched if not exceeded both Anaura’s and Benjamin's, only she was so modest she had a tendency to pretend as if they were better simply because they had taken so much time to learn everything they had known. It made sense. No expert wants to be beat by a novice.
The Spiral of Chaos
In a flash like a dream, thing weren't what they seemed
Everything was floating away,
A hope seemed to have come
And now as it seemed it was never here to stay
For a world of words
And thoughts and things
The spiral of chaos
Tares at the seems
As she slept, the Roya scope was set atop her night stand. As it seemed, Elle had left her scroll open without penning in the finale words "Roya scope Finale," prior to her poem. The scope hovered in air above her head for a moment, stopped spinning and a spiral of color emanated from the lenses spun sharply and then dropped over her comforter bringing Elle to a startled state. She stared at the scope for a moment, and then picked it up. Peering through the lenses she could see the ocean floor where there was a disturbance among sea creatures. A herd of dolphins were swimming away from view toward a ship wreck where a great white seemed to be focusing its attack on the smallest of the herd. The baby bottle nose was slow, yet swimming strong to avoid the attack. Three from the heard circled back to push the young one into a small corner of the wreckage where the shark couldn't fit and the next thing she knew Elle was witnessing a miracle. Just before a chunk was taken out of the young dolphin, a wall of scales and spikes on greatest leviathan she had ever seen covered her view of the event. Suddenly the lens went dark red and she could tell something had been hurt. When the water cleared a shark head sunk in view and the school of dolphins were disappearing in the distance.
There was a whirl pool spinning about in the distant from Chillin Cove that day. The sun was beating down and Elle was careful to use a shade charm on herself while no one appeared to notice and the shells on the beach were perfect for taking home. Clam chowder was definitely meal of choice for the night since clams were easy to find that day and only a glance of memory which served her could tell of the events that were about to ensue. She had already seen her dragon, Triton, who could take on not one but even four great whites in one swallow.
Triton, who felt satisfies with his victory against Tory, the dreaded dolphin hunter, was now entangling himself in a bunch of seaweed where he might hope to find a large tuna for a mere snack. Tory was renowned in the sea world for engulfing young dolphin’s just days after they were born and Mesa was not a boy he would like to see trifled with. Mesa was the son of Jack and Havana who were both friends of Ryton. The dolphin family was witty and comical and there was a brief moment in which Ryton could tell that a young girl may have witnessed the battle in the back of his mind. This was no matter to be overwhelmed by however, because visions to foreign world were a common occurrence for Ryton. Ever since he was young, it appeared as though there were species across the globe which could appear in the forefront of his mind... a common cause for a wrong turn[M1] he should think.
The great white killers of the deep were weary of Ryton Although young, he was a killer of the species who hunted dolphins, his friends. Haiyel and Havana were grateful. A mind message was sent to him earlier that evening where the tuna were swimming. It was his flaw, however, that the seaweed had him in a serious tangle where he was day dreaming of the girl on the surface who may have witnessed his famed shark attack. She was scared for Mesa, and that's what captivated him. He was scared for Mesa too.
Ryton decided to relax in his tangle for a bit where he could think.
After witnessing the scene through the scope, Elle was sure to pen "Roya scope, Finale," in her scroll. She was left in a daze the following day. Not quite sure what to believe about what she had witnessed, Elle felt the magnitude of the surreal event of seeing what appeared to be a dragon. Magic once again crossed her mind and the feeling there was still shocking as well. It was certainly overwhelming for a beginner to have gone so long without ever truly believing there was more out there than what was simply known or at least not so difficult to imagine.
Another night at the Tavern
Chillin Cove, Aushrok and the Jusuain Islands
"Waves of ideas intensified by the storm,
Land saved by the sand and waves giving sand form
Rain; ideas clearing minds
Though, rain cannot be conceived from clear skies
Steam rises with ease
From the mud to the trees
Puddles, not lakes, are kept warm
By sun after calm of the storm."
Dark clouds of an electromagnetic energy are concentrating overhead throughout the Isles of Kaya, where the Kayen Pirates call upon their mates: scroll masters, hunters and champion treasure seekers to take on his conquest of commanding Surfers. One, is a dragon rider; the most esteemed conqueror of the nearby Islands and he is faced with a quest: to seek and destroy any and all people by the name of Course.
Where does Elle live? She lives in a bungalow style house in a gathering of student bungalow units: Each is made of wood, and have thatched overhanging’s above their porches. Better than huts, these small houses are much like wooden cottages as many have seen in the mountains of Hails.
"In the city, there are much larger buildings made of stone or wood. The streets are paved in a stone, many thought to have been places by hand although much of this had been built before the kinds of people who were unwise to the work of sorcery had made their grand journey to the Islands of Jusuain, sorcerers used to rule the territory free from any man or woman who could alert their king of such shenanigans as witchcraft. According to Jusuain principals," any mystic has sense to follow only words to the wise, and know better than to reveal their secrets or else they should meet their demise." Although that was just ancient history. Most mystics are better than that to be seen by vey sorts the majority of them live far beyond the lands of Jusuain where many who journey to the lands only know of it by their grand escape from the larger mass of land called Seaway." Day was writing all of this into Elle’s Scroll, as he had promise to write on her map for her, only for the all words to disappear as he had casted the scroll to clear. Elle did not know that the guide to this new city she was moving to for school was magic.
Elle did not know that magic existed. She actually had no idea that even some of her family members and fellow students and professors were magic. She like many other students were simply living their normal average simple lives knowing nothing of the sort. Dayin Healer was well aware of this and he as usual manifested charms and secrets histories and all sorts of treasures for Elle in her scroll, every time, in fact, Dayin was a bright scholar and very enthusiastic about charms revelation and the science there must have been to it or no whatever properties there were to powers which possessed people into charm castors finally produce any kind of charm or power from their spirit. An awakening in a sense: a revelation: there was no official calling for it. In fact there was a cultural word for it to the wiser dependent on the state or territory. Dayin continued writing. "Night and day actually." He signed his name into her scroll. Dayin Scroll Master Heal.
She remembered the city to be dazzling, and with an air of ostentatious ingenuity and inspiration to becoming a professor of writing, Elle's scroll was in her hand throughout her entire journey while she recorded her most profound thoughts.
[Riddle of the Deep]
Elle got her shit together. She was aching over the spells and riddles that had been coursing through her scroll: the enchantments were still coursing through her entire body day in and day out. Sorcerers had been casting their charms toward her for over a year. She was restless and yet still at ease knowing that her own true charm, her power could overcome for all of enchantment in existence. The true power was in knowing her mission to overcome and redeem her worth as honorable to the keepers of the deep and restore the sanctity of truth and virtue for the cause of protecting the deep and returning to her rightful place as master of the deep.
Elle couldn't hold on any longer to the wand in her hand. So it went that the power was absorbing her energy and she was absorbing energy from the scroll. Day in and day out, Elle’s scroll was binding all sorts of enchantments to the sacred scroll.
Her scroll's enchantment had continues to release this power and the words continued to etch themselves across the parchment: ink coursing all along further down down down the page. "God's power be with the hero who believes in destiny. Honor in the midst of the vitality in spirit of righteousness, reason and all that is pure: truth."
Elle reached out her hand toward the levitating object and pulled it in closer reading the words which captivated her even more at the page's last glance, : "Course Setter should seek the eternal enchantment of the elements and all the world will be right in eyes of those who rise with the light."
And the scroll then tightened and rebound it's self the leather case.
She was in her room until sun set. Before, an entire audience had just witnessed her enchantment revelation in the Tavern known as Cutter.
Captain Hieyel of the Gold Moon had adjusted a course toward the Jusuain Islands. For almost three years now, having searched endlessly for the possibility that he should find the binding power of earth and seeking land to call home, he had journeyed 'cross the surface of many oceans: to belong to a city again that is free from the reign of tyranny.
Across the oceans, Hieyel and his crew had discovered a great many treasures... most prized of all his scope and his scrolls.
Elle's had her scope in her hands as she was peering out through it seeking Benjamin's, he was sitting in the library and had it pointed at the scrolls he had meant to read: hinting to Elle he had to study and no time for playing around with the scopes and all their sights to see and share. Not realizing how rare the items the two had been toying with since they had found them on the shore of the cove, Elle and Benjamin had for a long time now been playing this game of seeking treasure. "Yet still he had penned into his scroll a message to share into Elle's: "Elle Course: blue for a majesty, not a jest or a set for Kings, beyond the floors, between the doors." He set his scope toward the stand sitting between two doors and Elle recognized the small models of a royal family peering over their scrolls atop the stand. The floor of the library was tiled blue and deep red. A king wore a royal blue and the jester did wear a hat lined with gold and blue too. Glinting atop the queen's head was a silver crown with a small blue gem in the middle.
"Jamin Follow, A jewel!" She replied.
Just by the cottage the two had bunkered together in along with Anaura Cook, a plant science student at Aushrok Academy, just next door to Counor Misilan’s: who worked in a wand shop disguised as an art gallery.
A long time ago, Benjamin had been teasing his magic tricks behind Elle’s back, since the four of them had become acquainted, knowing full well that only Anaura and Counor had any power, and Elle had no knowledge yet. He sensed now by mere meeting, a powerful wizard or witch (sorcerers he preferred to call them). A power surged from his scroll case nearly buckling his knees at the sight of Anaura when they had first met. At first he had thought it was Elle.
"Is everything alright?" asked Elle curiously. He skeptically looked at each of the younger women Elle to Anaura, back to Elle and back to Anaura. He smiled and shot a glance of acknowledgement that there was a powerful woman there and he knew immediately that Elle Course knew not of the magic.
To which he replied "Yes! Just fine!" he replied. And Anaura also had felt the surge of energy although his was more whimsical.
Anaura was studying a plant science of a potent nature, to become a powerful potions master while Benjamin was more in a line of study for researching the great and powerful art of performance: major designed for students to practice their magic in secret or otherwise spend their time practicing for plays if they hadn't any reading in the power scale of magic of any sort (and these were the students who didn't know that magic had even existed).
Elle was also studying in a major not unlike one in the field of those studying magical powers although she was selected to join the others who did not read a wisp of power on the power scale. The study of language arts: a powerful study for the sorcerers and sorceress' was also referred to as "Incantations," by the masters. Although Elle was struggling a bit in her poetry: for her words were not inspiring enough to promote even a wisp of a charm, and her professor was quite unenthused by the lot of the underpowered. In fact he had little seen any true strength in the power of words even any of his powerful students could write. It had seemed that nobody could come up with any sort of creative new spark to the poetic world of writing and even minding their literature, these young magicians too were seemingly powerless in regards to the greats: the masters of sorcery.
On occasion Master Atuer would read incantations and literatures of the non-magic to either class in suspicion of finding new talent for the magical world, and testing his more gifted students if they were paying any attention or respect to those who were not so magically inclined as well.
Meanwhile there were those (like Elle) who were like "magic-what?" Scrolls and other fantastic objects are hidden around the planet as if seeking them out is a treasure hunting game to the wise. In fact, trading and hunting magical items was an esteemed trade. Dragons also play this game with people by making appearances seldom witnessed and so... meanwhile, there're some people like "dragons what?" This was the case for Elle Course. "Magic?" In her mind, "no way! Just folklore, really."
She remembered one morning well, when the night before it had been stormy. She awoke to a blue sky and found that Josiah Hill, the delivery boy, had left her a large package she had been expecting for 3 weeks. Still very tired, she left the package settled against the green door to her cottage on the beach and went inside to brew tea in the iron kettle hanging over the fire pit.
Days prior, there was a strong heat building around the cove. The sun was so hot, the heat was impossible to avoid. A cheer was ringing out throughout the town for the Red Lions to return. These of course were the men and women of Jusuain's clan, whom she did not know she was related to.
After Josiah had given her the news, she made a note on a piece of parchment to remember to tip him 5 cents the next time she saw him. She still didn't quite understand what all the fuss was about-- as it seemed, a popular band she was not familiar with was in town to play a concert.
Later that day, there was no story, only music was playing on the streets of Jusuain, and only music was playing at Cutter Tavern. Elle of course had music to play as well that night... about words and thoughts and things... Anaura played music as well only on this particular night, Anaura did not bring music to the stage, she was at home expecting the Elle would not get into this particular tavern where sorcerers gathered.
She opened a scroll. The scroll was entitled "Course." And it had been given to her by her family of Course.
The pair did not appear phased by it at all and in fact had participated in the practice at Cutter for years. She couldn't help feeling a little jealous and even slightly annoyed by this. After all, her closest of friends had been hiding this secret from her for years. Yet, even worse of a feeling for her... there were countless more secrets to uncover.
Previously, at Cutter Tavern... the scroll that Anaura had opened began to glow and levitated before Elle. An echoed voice in a very strange dialect spoke as the words magically appeared to be writing themselves with the very words that were emanating from the scroll.
"Course," the scroll spoke, "Keeper of the Deep."
"Speak your name, Elle," Dayin had called out from the audience. He had only just walked into shield her from witnessing the magic realizing his mistake at the door in letting her in, but it was too late.
In shock, she quietly muttered her name, "Elle..." she said, "Elle Course," she reiterated calling her full name much more loudly for all the tavern to hear. The audience rejoiced in the immense condensed of magic winding and binding her to her scroll. The enchantment was stronger than many had ever seen before for a first timer to be discovering her journey toward enlightenment. And before a crowd!
Elle couldn't take much more of the power when the scroll tightened and rebound itself back into the brown leather case Elle had brought it out from. Everyone in the Tavern was silent and watched the case expecting something more like a song for Elle's journey or a quest.
Children were often introduced to their scroll here seeing as how their families generally had been holding onto their scroll for them or had found their scroll for them. However, many are introduced to magic in the most obscure places.
As she walked back from the tavern that night, up the stone pathway which lead to their home, Anaura was now lighting up freely before Elle from a small glass orb. "Anaura?" asked Elle.
Anaura had a sly smile across her face and she replied "Yeah Elle?"
"Where did you find that scope?" Elle questioned, still stunned by what she had just witnessed, referring to Anaura's.
"It's a secret," Anaura whispered.
Anaura and Benjamin had refused to speak anymore of anything enchanting for the night leaving Elle feeling waves of many intense emotions. After Benjamin and Anaura had fallen asleep, Elle was still up, late, fascinated by the now blank "Course Scroll." Puzzled she poked it and waved the long parchment around. She spoke to it her name once more and eventually settled on the thought that something might happen if she wrote in it. With a dark forest green ink, which Anaura had given to her that night, Elle had decided on the first thing to write into the blang bemusing old browned parchment of mystical nature: one of her old favorite passages that she had written herself, long ago:
[THE BEST RIDDLE YOU EVER READ]
A hot breeze swept through the cottage window with pale blue shutters, and the fire turned to smoke.
One night Elle had taken a liking to a poem she had written and such a liking at that she informed Benjamin that she would take it to the town's performance night: Cutter Tavern. Benjamin wished her a good night each time she should leave to bring forward some new awe inspiring poetry (in her mind).
One night, Elle left telling Benjamin where she would be, only for Benjamin to discover from Anaura that she had known a secret about the Cutter Tavern, which he hadn't. Cutter Tavern is only open for a gallery of magical performances tonight. It was for the spell castors only in order to condense to their knowledge who knew of incantations of a specific kind. "Ah well, then poor Elle won't get in, she ought to be home sooner than." What sect of power are they--" She interjected "They're not setting any fires tonight, Ben."
Elle was questioned at the door by none other than Dayin, professor at the academy in music and charms.
She was questioned in a riddle for entry to the tavern that night:
“Well this is new,” she thought.
"No one is a slave,
Unless they are believed to be...
The world is ours to save,
see,
and the truth shall set you free."
"What say you Elle-- erm...?"
"Course!" She replied, Elle thought a while beliveing this to be a certain unique question for entry, she understood the poem to need be continued. Proudly, she believed in hernatural abilities to reply poetically back without much realization, that she should be answering in encantation. "people are who they are,
please just let them be,
look near and beyond, far,
and for truth, endless possibilities.
See."
Dayin paused. Elle was smiling and sensing what energy he could from the girl by the name of Course who stood before him in the doorway, he felt an odd surge of a bright and cooling power out of the faith in her words... "'endless possibilities?" he asked, bemused. "You may come in." He announced proudly," and welcome," he whispered, "to the Right Night, you will be seen here." And he winked.
Elle Course sat down at a table and left her satchel there waiting while she walked to the counter for a tea and ask if she might borrow some ink, her quill had run dry and the woman at the counter sent her on her way back to her table with a hot cup of tea and a glass well of ink. Elle soaked her scroll with the royal blue ink at the table and a strange powerful spell had taken over her quill and even her hand as well, as she wrote. She nodded her attention of thinking that mustn’t be right, and continued writing and writing her poetry in essence of revealing as much power in her words as she could muster.
Earlier that evening, her feather quill, a rufescent feather etched 'cross the parchment as rain tapped down upon the thatched overhanging. She sat in a dark oak rocking chair, on her porch, a poem intended to be submitted for analysis by a writing professor at Aushrok Academy. It was also something musical, song lyrics for the approaching weekly market festival where she played music and sang lyrics written on an average scroll, a long stretch of parchment furled around a dark wooden rod.
A cauldron of turkey stew was brewing over fiery coals in her fire place. She closed her scroll in its leather case with a snap to keep it fastened, leaned back in her rocking chair, and stared up into the sky when she saw a moving fleck of gold streak across it.
"Must have been a shooting star," Elle thought. She turned to her friend, Benjamin Follow, and joked "did you see that dragon?" It was a long standing joke between the two of them seeing as how he was into dragon folklore. Little did she know Benjamin wasn't only religiously guarding his own use of magic from her with his life but he was also hiding his secret situation with a Glider's egg.
"Ha," he replied, "yeah I know right? Dragons... pfffff." He took a puff of tobacco from his pipe and turned the smoke into a gold wisp while she wasn't looking. Glancing back at him he noticed that the gold had settled back to a white puff of smoke just in the nick of time before she could catch the magical display. His charms worked well to disillusion her and anyone else who was not aware of charms at all and he laughed quietly to himself. He was a master when it came to scroll charms involving invisibility and hiding any form of mysticness.
Elle Course, Benjamin Follow and Anaura Cook enjoyed a delicious stew while they talked about the absurdity of legends. Anaura and Benjamin glanced at each other knowingly, and Elle simply marveled on the complexity of the world while her two friends had seemed to be sharing an inside joke. It was a shame, because she wanted to be let in on the joke, only the secret wasn't a joke at all... the legends were really true.
Epically serene, Venus guided the Captain of the Gold Moon, towards Jusuain. Leaves on the Gold Moon's lemon trees swayed from the hot breeze, and so, the ship rocked on the over the Jusuain Seas.
No one could have prepared her for what was about to occur at Cutter Tavern. A cosmic and seismic outburst of hidden fantastic enchantments was about to be released in Elle's name, and she was yet to even be aware of the existence of sorcery and other forms of mysticism.
Even the Kayen wars were of little news to her, as Aushrok was a small Island Nation within the Jusuain Islands. The Kayen war was scarcely news at all to anyone anymore. The distant eastern Bronx territory had even been said to be a myth to the Jusuain Army. A revolution between magicians on Aushrok was much more notorious, although Elle had no recollection of having ever witnessed such shenanigans-- this was merely sorcerer’s "scroll news." A new era was brewing for sorcerers and dragons to be emancipated by the omnipresent Kayen mysticism oppressors. Sorcery Scrolls were riddled with confusing signs and signals of important lessons and terrorism.
"To unite all nations!" Says Elle. "And all dragon nations," Ryton adds... "and all Riders..."
Elle opened her scroll the very next morning and it appeared that the previous night had been real after all. She couldn't believe her eyes at the sight of news artical which had appeared to be writing it's self in her scroll before her eyes. Although it appeared just like any other article Elle had read, the subject matter was quite off beat from any other publication she had ever read in her entire life. the writing in her scroll continued as she opened the scroll further and further: and the word of sorcery and magic were appearning before her very eyes. She shook her head left to right and her eyes were widening as she skimmed over the page and read her name as well.,
Publications: Jusuain Times
Chillin Daily
Your charm of the day!
Are charms in your way? Clear you scroll
Aushrok Magic Corps: now hiring enchantment instructor.
New magician addition!
Congratulations to Elle Course in discovering the immense overwhelming world of magic. May the skies be your limit in your quest for spiritual enlightenment.
Treasures!
Folklore: The ever illusive dragons are jeopardized as well as the world's Island Nations are in jeopardy from tyranny of the Kayen Pirates. Jusuain we're safe and any reports in fears of dragon hunters is nothing more than mere codswallop.
If you haven't found your scroll, you're essentially out of the loop with spell use entirely. Some magicians live under protection of the CCPA: charm castors protection agency: an agency designed to keep spell castors identities a secret: so remember not all scroll holders are magicians and not all magicians hold a scroll. Finding magical treasure though scroll riddles is a game. Believing in your own scroll is a life- long commitment, quests for seeking and protecting your charms and missions is not game. Curses and hexes are not a game. So please enchant responsibly.
Dark clouds of an electromagnetic energy are concentrating overhead throughout the Isles of Kaya, where the Kayen Pirates call upon their mates: scroll masters, hunters and champion treasure seekers to take on his conquest of commanding Surfers. One, is a dragon rider; the most esteemed conqueror of the nearby Islands and he is faced with a quest: to seek and destroy any and all people by the name of Course.
It is lucky for Elle that the scroll itself saves her life by a rare charm which combines forces with Elle to call upon Ryton, an old, significantly rare Surfer (a dragon). After days of arduous work through the controversies of Elle's gifts are revealed, because well, her gift is a loud-- very loud Echo Scroll which proclaims her abilities, heritage and even a dawning of a new era of dragon riders. A mesh of discontent and spell battles break out over Elle's scroll troubles causing the village to make news for almost the entire world. The whole town is quieted and the draining battles discontinue in a matter of minutes just shortly after Zathen, the Kayen Rider, arrives for Elle, and she is saved by the legendary Ryton. A powerful legend progresses throughout the the caves of Echoes, the fiery volcanic pits of Tikes, the mountain ranges where the Glides dwell and Surfer dragons train in the depths of hidden cities of the deep.
After Elle discovers her deep lineage with the dragon riders and scroll masters, it is her mission to seek out and unite both her incredible family-- siblings scattered about the world and raise awareness of their destinies and dragons in essence of a brewing war with Kayen Pirates-- the most dreaded of men... and women.
In defense of fairness and the lives which are at risk of domination by Kayen, Elle journeys forth. "Sworn to rescue and protect peace."
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Tikes occupy only a thin strip of the course and rugged Geyser Islands. Their existence is legend. They can withhold the intensity of inhaling flammable gases due to acclimating to the clouds of geyser emissions. They are the strongest and the largest of creatures. They are most rarely seen and told to have been ridden only in ancient history... up until their nest are invaded by the Kayen, that is.
Echoes sing yet cannot fly. They take cover in caves and they are faster than any other creature in the world. They listen well to news of almost any occasion and they often welcome visitors in their caves... that well, if anyone can find an Echo cave. Their habitats are primarily upon high mountain peaks or deep in valleys guarded by cliffs. White Echoes prefer snow. Although the green ones find jungles much more enjoyable. Desert Echoes and other cliff dwellers are generally between shaded of tan and dark brown.
Gliders who are seldom accommodating for a rider, can fly. They're generally witty, charming and sly when it comes to trusting humans (although most dragons don't in any case.) However, it is so, that Kites are the mostly friendly. They're magnanimous wing span which lift their heavy bodies off the ground on in this world's lighter gravity project reflections of various shaded of blues, purples, soft pink, grays, white and some even portray flecks of gold.
Surfers-- well they surf.
Ryton is a unique dragon indeed and he is Elle's sidekick. He is old, sly, and well... actually quite comically clumsy for a dragon. However, it is no concern for Elle Course who is similarly cursed with riddles of confusion. With Elle's incredible scroll quest ahead of her and with regard to Ryton's quests as well, this pair is bemusing, hilarious and exciting.
Mountains made from wild seas
Deep beneath, a ship had sunk
Now, petrified a wooden rock on the mountain top,
Atop the rock, a cross.
Volcanic cloud of gasses steam
The mirror in the wreckage
The depth to beauty will arise from faith
Make no mistake in seeing
How much time there is to take.
Elle's scroll had been preaching her poetry for days now, and the people of Chillin were still in a bit of a daze over it. The poetry was sometimes heard echoing throughout the Jusuain Islands and her confusion over the matter had been entirely exhausting. All she could think about was practicing those charms. Playing music with charms was now her new hobby where she could play several instruments at once. This too, was a bit of a mess because it got a tad bit annoying for her roommates.
The villagers had been settled with their new scroll holder, Elle, who of course felt she could never settle with this life changing experience. Life as it seemed, would never be the same again.
It was spring and Elle had just been sorting through a trunk of junk. Amara streaked in a panic when she found Elle tossing an assortment of junk into a bin marked "for sale."
"This is an enchanted piece Elle!" She yelled as she picked up a scope she had had since that day Josiah had dropped off the package.
"Roya" was etched into the old dark wood. She withdrew her quill and marked "Roya scope," into her scroll. The words swirled and the scroll chanted "Roya scope," aloud. A cloud of sparks whizzed from Anaura's pocket. "Oh, right, forgot mine was in my pocket." Anaura pulled a similar scope out of her pocket and put it back in her room. "You can never enchant a thing when you've got more than one of them in the room. Let's try that again..."
The words had already disappeared from Anaura’s scroll, but before she could re-write, Elle interrupted. "Can I write it?" She asked. Anaua frowned. She had a tendency to belittle Elle when it came to teaching with magic... among other things. After all, it had been several years since Anaura had found her first scroll and Elle had only been in the race for a couple of weeks.
"It would probably be better if I take this one Elle," and she wrote the words into her own scroll anyway. Elle became frustrated with this. Magic was practical and quite easy. Once you've written a few incantations it was almost a simple word or phrase about an item or a trick, and the magic was done.
The scope sparked. "Here," Anora handed the scope back to Elle. "Ask to see Benjamin."
"Benjamin." She said peering into the scope and the panes of glass twisted and swirled. To her surprise, Benjamin was at the library. Surprising for one, because Benjamin didn't go to the library and two it wasn't the right Benjamin. It was Benjamin Kayden and he was picking out a book on astrology. "Oops."
Elle could tell she was under Anaura’s scrutiny. For whatever reason the simple mistake was a mountain for Anora. A mole hill for Elle.
Growing impatient, Anora wined "should use last names Elle." She put her hand out for the scope back only Elle was feeling rather frustrated by this. She laughed and shrugged it off. "I can handle it Anora, and besides, isn't it my scope? You have your own."
"Never mind," Anora huffed. "I was going to teach you some more enchantments with it," but I've got to study anyway," and she walked back into her room.
Elle still felt like a child. It was a nightmare to be the new girl with spells. As if the eruption of poetry echoing all over from her scroll hadn't been haunting enough. Elle had already learned her lesson to be more specific, and being told to wasn't going to illicit practice. Nevertheless, she had already figured out the device. "So I say a name and I can see it." she thought to herself.
It was a similar simplicity with almost any spell. Simply find words to explain what it is you're trying to do and use them properly with the device or the scroll. This didn't change the fact that some sorcerers were very picky with their magic. It was a shame so many had known of her entirely new introduction to magic or else she might even get by being recognized as somewhat of an expert. Her skills matched if not exceeded both Anaura’s and Benjamin's, only she was so modest she had a tendency to pretend as if they were better simply because they had taken so much time to learn everything they had known. It made sense. No expert wants to be beat by a novice.
The Spiral of Chaos
In a flash like a dream, thing weren't what they seemed
Everything was floating away,
A hope seemed to have come
And now as it seemed it was never here to stay
For a world of words
And thoughts and things
The spiral of chaos
Tares at the seems
As she slept, the Roya scope was set atop her night stand. As it seemed, Elle had left her scroll open without penning in the finale words "Roya scope Finale," prior to her poem. The scope hovered in air above her head for a moment, stopped spinning and a spiral of color emanated from the lenses spun sharply and then dropped over her comforter bringing Elle to a startled state. She stared at the scope for a moment, and then picked it up. Peering through the lenses she could see the ocean floor where there was a disturbance among sea creatures. A herd of dolphins were swimming away from view toward a ship wreck where a great white seemed to be focusing its attack on the smallest of the herd. The baby bottle nose was slow, yet swimming strong to avoid the attack. Three from the heard circled back to push the young one into a small corner of the wreckage where the shark couldn't fit and the next thing she knew Elle was witnessing a miracle. Just before a chunk was taken out of the young dolphin, a wall of scales and spikes on greatest leviathan she had ever seen covered her view of the event. Suddenly the lens went dark red and she could tell something had been hurt. When the water cleared a shark head sunk in view and the school of dolphins were disappearing in the distance.
There was a whirl pool spinning about in the distant from Chillin Cove that day. The sun was beating down and Elle was careful to use a shade charm on herself while no one appeared to notice and the shells on the beach were perfect for taking home. Clam chowder was definitely meal of choice for the night since clams were easy to find that day and only a glance of memory which served her could tell of the events that were about to ensue. She had already seen her dragon, Triton, who could take on not one but even four great whites in one swallow.
Triton, who felt satisfies with his victory against Tory, the dreaded dolphin hunter, was now entangling himself in a bunch of seaweed where he might hope to find a large tuna for a mere snack. Tory was renowned in the sea world for engulfing young dolphin’s just days after they were born and Mesa was not a boy he would like to see trifled with. Mesa was the son of Jack and Havana who were both friends of Ryton. The dolphin family was witty and comical and there was a brief moment in which Ryton could tell that a young girl may have witnessed the battle in the back of his mind. This was no matter to be overwhelmed by however, because visions to foreign world were a common occurrence for Ryton. Ever since he was young, it appeared as though there were species across the globe which could appear in the forefront of his mind... a common cause for a wrong turn[M1] he should think.
The great white killers of the deep were weary of Ryton Although young, he was a killer of the species who hunted dolphins, his friends. Haiyel and Havana were grateful. A mind message was sent to him earlier that evening where the tuna were swimming. It was his flaw, however, that the seaweed had him in a serious tangle where he was day dreaming of the girl on the surface who may have witnessed his famed shark attack. She was scared for Mesa, and that's what captivated him. He was scared for Mesa too.
Ryton decided to relax in his tangle for a bit where he could think.
After witnessing the scene through the scope, Elle was sure to pen "Roya scope, Finale," in her scroll. She was left in a daze the following day. Not quite sure what to believe about what she had witnessed, Elle felt the magnitude of the surreal event of seeing what appeared to be a dragon. Magic once again crossed her mind and the feeling there was still shocking as well. It was certainly overwhelming for a beginner to have gone so long without ever truly believing there was more out there than what was simply known or at least not so difficult to imagine.
Another night at the Tavern
Chillin Cove, Aushrok and the Jusuain Islands
"Waves of ideas intensified by the storm,
Land saved by the sand and waves giving sand form
Rain; ideas clearing minds
Though, rain cannot be conceived from clear skies
Steam rises with ease
From the mud to the trees
Puddles, not lakes, are kept warm
By sun after calm of the storm."
Dark clouds of an electromagnetic energy are concentrating overhead throughout the Isles of Kaya, where the Kayen Pirates call upon their mates: scroll masters, hunters and champion treasure seekers to take on his conquest of commanding Surfers. One, is a dragon rider; the most esteemed conqueror of the nearby Islands and he is faced with a quest: to seek and destroy any and all people by the name of Course.
Where does Elle live? She lives in a bungalow style house in a gathering of student bungalow units: Each is made of wood, and have thatched overhanging’s above their porches. Better than huts, these small houses are much like wooden cottages as many have seen in the mountains of Hails.
"In the city, there are much larger buildings made of stone or wood. The streets are paved in a stone, many thought to have been places by hand although much of this had been built before the kinds of people who were unwise to the work of sorcery had made their grand journey to the Islands of Jusuain, sorcerers used to rule the territory free from any man or woman who could alert their king of such shenanigans as witchcraft. According to Jusuain principals," any mystic has sense to follow only words to the wise, and know better than to reveal their secrets or else they should meet their demise." Although that was just ancient history. Most mystics are better than that to be seen by vey sorts the majority of them live far beyond the lands of Jusuain where many who journey to the lands only know of it by their grand escape from the larger mass of land called Seaway." Day was writing all of this into Elle’s Scroll, as he had promise to write on her map for her, only for the all words to disappear as he had casted the scroll to clear. Elle did not know that the guide to this new city she was moving to for school was magic.
Elle did not know that magic existed. She actually had no idea that even some of her family members and fellow students and professors were magic. She like many other students were simply living their normal average simple lives knowing nothing of the sort. Dayin Healer was well aware of this and he as usual manifested charms and secrets histories and all sorts of treasures for Elle in her scroll, every time, in fact, Dayin was a bright scholar and very enthusiastic about charms revelation and the science there must have been to it or no whatever properties there were to powers which possessed people into charm castors finally produce any kind of charm or power from their spirit. An awakening in a sense: a revelation: there was no official calling for it. In fact there was a cultural word for it to the wiser dependent on the state or territory. Dayin continued writing. "Night and day actually." He signed his name into her scroll. Dayin Scroll Master Heal.
She remembered the city to be dazzling, and with an air of ostentatious ingenuity and inspiration to becoming a professor of writing, Elle's scroll was in her hand throughout her entire journey while she recorded her most profound thoughts.
