Element Wielder (The Void Wielder Trilogy Book 1) by Cesar Gonzalez
Authors: Cesar Gonzalez
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in an exhibition match back when he was younger. Can you imagine? Dueling the Golden Wielder.” Chonsey’s eyes twinkled with admiration.
Lao chuckled. “Yeah, used to be are the key words here. From the looks of it, his time in the sun came and passed a looong time ago. And c’mon, really ? The Golden Wielder? You actually believe that? For that to be true, the grandmaster would have to be over one hundred years old.”
“I don’t know, mate. That’s what my father told me, and my father knows the history of Ladria well.”
Falcon tapped his fingers on the table impatiently. He was so used to rushing through everything that witnessing such calm demeanor exasperated him. He bit his nails to soothe his nerves. Then he rubbed his head and even pulled his hair for a minute. Go already. After what seemed like an eternity the grandmaster reached the top of the podium. Finally.
“Hello students and a good morning to you all.” The old grandmaster had a soft, low voice. “Some of you already know me, some do not. To those students whom I have had the pleasure of meeting, I look forward to spending more time with you. To all first year students, I look forward to getting to know you. I am Grandmaster Zoen. I run the Rohad academy of Ladria. The moments you’ll pass in Rohad will be some of the most memorable of your lives. Look around you. Many of the people you see now will grow to become lifetime friends.” There was a short silence while Zoen took a sip from his mug. “You will now have the opportunity to meet your professors.”
A short woman in an oversized green robe stood.
“I present Professor Liffos. She will be your teacher for everything involving medicine and healing.”
Professor Liffos smiled and bowed. She looked as old as Zoen. An uncountable number of wrinkles spread over her small face. Every hair in her head was as white as the snow that fell during the harsh Ladria winters. And her entire body shook without restraint as she took a seat.
The second professor in line stood up from his chair.
“I am pleased to introduce Professor Martyn. He will be your source of knowledge for everything involving Alchemy.”
Professor Martyn was a large man in height and width. His extended belly overstretched his bright yellow robe. His long golden hair and beard reflected the morning sun that crept in through the large windows.
“He’s so golden-colored,” said Chonsey, astonished. “He reminds me of the Golden Wielder.”
Lao chuckled. “That professor is too fat to resemble the legendary Golden Wielder. The only legendary skill Professor Martyn might have is winning eating contests.”
The professor waved cheerfully at the crowd of students, oblivious to the fact that Lao was laughing at his expense. He then took a seat.
“When it comes to the sword, none is better than our own Professor Rykas,” bragged Zoen. A large man, with an equally large sword hanging from his waist, took a stand. He had a few silver streaks in his otherwise dark hair. He wore crimson-red armor, as if expecting to go into battle at a moment’s notice. The armor rattled loudly as he waved his hand. “Only those who are deemed exceptional with the blade will study under his tutelage.”
Falcon wondered if he would be one of the chosen students. He hoped so. He needed to learn from the best, if he wanted to become strong enough to fulfill his goal.
One by one, Zoen introduced more professors. Falcon lost interest after Professor Rykas. Instead he entertained himself watching two baby yellow eagles perched on a nest outside one of the windows. The two birds playfully fought. It brought back memories of the times he had spent with his brother, Albert. Those carefree evenings of hide and seek, those long training sessions. If only he could only go back to those happier days.
Falcon’s composure returned to him, though, when the last professor stood to be introduced. It was the same man who had yelled at him in the
Lao chuckled. “Yeah, used to be are the key words here. From the looks of it, his time in the sun came and passed a looong time ago. And c’mon, really ? The Golden Wielder? You actually believe that? For that to be true, the grandmaster would have to be over one hundred years old.”
“I don’t know, mate. That’s what my father told me, and my father knows the history of Ladria well.”
Falcon tapped his fingers on the table impatiently. He was so used to rushing through everything that witnessing such calm demeanor exasperated him. He bit his nails to soothe his nerves. Then he rubbed his head and even pulled his hair for a minute. Go already. After what seemed like an eternity the grandmaster reached the top of the podium. Finally.
“Hello students and a good morning to you all.” The old grandmaster had a soft, low voice. “Some of you already know me, some do not. To those students whom I have had the pleasure of meeting, I look forward to spending more time with you. To all first year students, I look forward to getting to know you. I am Grandmaster Zoen. I run the Rohad academy of Ladria. The moments you’ll pass in Rohad will be some of the most memorable of your lives. Look around you. Many of the people you see now will grow to become lifetime friends.” There was a short silence while Zoen took a sip from his mug. “You will now have the opportunity to meet your professors.”
A short woman in an oversized green robe stood.
“I present Professor Liffos. She will be your teacher for everything involving medicine and healing.”
Professor Liffos smiled and bowed. She looked as old as Zoen. An uncountable number of wrinkles spread over her small face. Every hair in her head was as white as the snow that fell during the harsh Ladria winters. And her entire body shook without restraint as she took a seat.
The second professor in line stood up from his chair.
“I am pleased to introduce Professor Martyn. He will be your source of knowledge for everything involving Alchemy.”
Professor Martyn was a large man in height and width. His extended belly overstretched his bright yellow robe. His long golden hair and beard reflected the morning sun that crept in through the large windows.
“He’s so golden-colored,” said Chonsey, astonished. “He reminds me of the Golden Wielder.”
Lao chuckled. “That professor is too fat to resemble the legendary Golden Wielder. The only legendary skill Professor Martyn might have is winning eating contests.”
The professor waved cheerfully at the crowd of students, oblivious to the fact that Lao was laughing at his expense. He then took a seat.
“When it comes to the sword, none is better than our own Professor Rykas,” bragged Zoen. A large man, with an equally large sword hanging from his waist, took a stand. He had a few silver streaks in his otherwise dark hair. He wore crimson-red armor, as if expecting to go into battle at a moment’s notice. The armor rattled loudly as he waved his hand. “Only those who are deemed exceptional with the blade will study under his tutelage.”
Falcon wondered if he would be one of the chosen students. He hoped so. He needed to learn from the best, if he wanted to become strong enough to fulfill his goal.
One by one, Zoen introduced more professors. Falcon lost interest after Professor Rykas. Instead he entertained himself watching two baby yellow eagles perched on a nest outside one of the windows. The two birds playfully fought. It brought back memories of the times he had spent with his brother, Albert. Those carefree evenings of hide and seek, those long training sessions. If only he could only go back to those happier days.
Falcon’s composure returned to him, though, when the last professor stood to be introduced. It was the same man who had yelled at him in the
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