Night ca like always, as Evin laid quietly in his bed, hoping to fall into slumber. But for whatever reason, he just couldn't do so. His mind was a mix of excitent and fear, as he occasionally rolled inside his blanket.
Excitent due to finally becoming a mage, and fear due to the conversation he had with the voice.
But he refused to believe its warnings. His father was not the best father in the world… but he was his father, despite it all. He would understand Evin's wishes and let him study as a mage in the Academy.
At that point, Evin wouldn't even have to worry about the voice teaching him its knowledge. Since It could do it, then Evin should be able to do it all the sa. He just needed so extra guidance on the subject is all…
To prove this point, Evin practiced his Imagination Casting for an hour or so in the evening. He couldn't really achieve anything substantial, but he could feel the Fire energy in his body following his commands to the letter, despite their apparent unwillingness... no, their confusion in it all. It was as if they were highly trained soldiers under his command, bound to follow his orders, but alas, Evin was a terrible commander.
He could order the energy to move inside his body, maybe expose itself a little and fly around his body, but other than that, there wasn't much he could do.
But Evin wasn't one to give up so easily. Afterwards, he began practicing his Pleading Chants.
He experienced so success in this regard. He couldn't start a huge fire like the voice did previously, but once again, he could definitely feel the Fire energy responding to his words a bit more. He felt that it was mostly because he was all alone in the house, with no one nearby to hear his embarrassing Chants.
'The ti will co. No need to be impatient,' he was thinking, when he heard the house lock rattle.
His father must've finally co ho, and he must've also drunk so alcohol, judging by the excessive rattling of the lock. Finally, the door opened with a creak and Evin heard his father walking towards his own room with unhurried steps, away from Evin's.
'Seems he didn't drink as much…' Evin thought worriedly.
As far as he knew, his father had three modes. Sober, drunk, and completely drunk. Through experience, Evin learned that he needed to avoid making a mistake when his father was simply drunk, as that was when he was the quickest to snap. Sober was a bit scary, but it was just that, scary. Out of these three modes, completely drunk was the safest one. Evin's father didn't even acknowledge his son's existence during this mont, only worrying about pissing, eating, or sleeping.
Just like he feared, the footsteps stopped halfway through the corridor, creating an eerie silence. The sounds suddenly resud, but the footsteps weren't going away from Evin's room, they were coming towards it. Evin looked towards the door with fear, briefly wondering if he should've hidden behind sothing.
A second later, the door opened with a creak as his father's slightly intoxicated face popped out from behind the door. He held so kind of vine-like bush branch in his hands, which seed to be wet, judging by the water drops dripping from its tip.
the voice comnted,
"We need to talk, boy."
"Yes, sir…" Evin replied as he got out of his bed.
"You will refuse the mage's offer in ten days," his father said.
"But…" Evin began, but was quickly silenced by a lash from the branch. Sharp and burning pain ca from his side, but Evin managed to keep the shriek inside.
"Listen to , boy. You will go to her 10 days later… and tell her that you will not beco a mage. Do you understand?"
Evin struggled inside. One part of him wished to reveal his heart and thoughts to his father, but another part told him to just do as he said.
the voice seed to shrug,
"Father, I want to beco a mage."
Evin didn't know why he said that. Was he being stubborn because of the voice? Or was he finally going to beco more honest with his father? Whatever it was, Evin knew he needed to brace for the consequences. As he expected, his father swung the branch once more. This ti, he hit Evin's shin.
"I can't believe it. I've raised and fed you for 10 whole years, hoping to make you a better and responsible person, but to think you'd betray like this. The first chance you get, you imdiately think of leaving behind and moving on to a more prestigious and powerful person."
"I don't have to leave you behind. The country will help us live better. The Academy's already in this town, I'll stay with you!" Evin pleaded.
"You really think those high and mighty mages actually care about you? They only want to help you because you're useful to them! They'll dress you up nicely, make you soone better than the common people, but they'll never let you be better than them!"
"I don't get why you want to rot beside you so much!" Evin suddenly shouted… but he definitely didn't intend to say that.
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