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The light of the full moon shines upon you and your peers as you stand in the open courtyard of the academy. The sky is clear, with not a single cloud to obscure the gaze of the stars.
A name is called---but not yours---and a child steps forward onto a stone platform.
"Place both hands on the orb," says the archmagus.
The child complies. As his palms make contact with the glass-like surface of the orb, a faint white glow lights up from within its hitherto pitch black interior.
The light gradually grows brighter until its luminosity stabilises, whence it begins taking on a pale blue sheen, like that of hydrangeas. Throughout the entire process, the child remains motionless, as if in a trance.
"A very fine result." The archmagus strokes his long grey beard. "Welcome to the academy."
With a gleeful smile, the child skips back to the crowd and more people are called. Not all elicit a reaction from the orb, but among those that do, the light emitted varies wildly in brightness, colour, and intensity.
Finally, it is your turn. The orb up close is far larger than you expected, almost twice the diameter of your thirteen-year-old cranium. You glance at the archmagus. His figure towers over you; and from where you stand, his visage appears obscured by the wide trim of his pointed hat.
"Go on," he prods, gesturing with his staff for you to proceed.
As your hands get closer to the orb, a sense of unease begins building in the pit of your stomach. It reaches its zenith as you make contact, culminating in what you can only describe as a jolt of pure energy bursting from every inch of skin on your body that leaves you disoriented.
When you come to your senses, you find yourself in a space of infinite blackness, stretching on and on in all directions. However, you still feel your feet planted on firm ground.
Before you can react, a blinding light violently forks towards you, accompanied by a great roar. It fills you with a vision of...
>A fractured sky with obsidian clouds thrashed about by howling winds.
>A colossal wave marching through the void, bringing along with it effulgent sparks on its crest.
>Folds in the void opening up like eyelids, revealing a massive eye staring right back at you.
A name is called---but not yours---and a child steps forward onto a stone platform.
"Place both hands on the orb," says the archmagus.
The child complies. As his palms make contact with the glass-like surface of the orb, a faint white glow lights up from within its hitherto pitch black interior.
The light gradually grows brighter until its luminosity stabilises, whence it begins taking on a pale blue sheen, like that of hydrangeas. Throughout the entire process, the child remains motionless, as if in a trance.
"A very fine result." The archmagus strokes his long grey beard. "Welcome to the academy."
With a gleeful smile, the child skips back to the crowd and more people are called. Not all elicit a reaction from the orb, but among those that do, the light emitted varies wildly in brightness, colour, and intensity.
Finally, it is your turn. The orb up close is far larger than you expected, almost twice the diameter of your thirteen-year-old cranium. You glance at the archmagus. His figure towers over you; and from where you stand, his visage appears obscured by the wide trim of his pointed hat.
"Go on," he prods, gesturing with his staff for you to proceed.
As your hands get closer to the orb, a sense of unease begins building in the pit of your stomach. It reaches its zenith as you make contact, culminating in what you can only describe as a jolt of pure energy bursting from every inch of skin on your body that leaves you disoriented.
When you come to your senses, you find yourself in a space of infinite blackness, stretching on and on in all directions. However, you still feel your feet planted on firm ground.
Before you can react, a blinding light violently forks towards you, accompanied by a great roar. It fills you with a vision of...
>A fractured sky with obsidian clouds thrashed about by howling winds.
>A colossal wave marching through the void, bringing along with it effulgent sparks on its crest.
>Folds in the void opening up like eyelids, revealing a massive eye staring right back at you.
