Element Wielder (The Void Wielder Trilogy Book 1) by Cesar Gonzalez Page A

hallway.
    “I would like you to meet one of the most distinguished professors of Rohad, or any academy for that matter. He will be your guide for everything involving elemental attacks. I present Professor Kraimaster.”
    Kraimaster didn’t wave or bow at the students like the previous professors. In the blink of an eye he stood from his seat and sat back down.
    “Professor Kraimaster is also a dual wielder,” continued Zoen. “So if any of you young wielders is fortunate enough to possess the rare ability to wield not one, but two elements, then you will study closely with him.”
    An immediate murmuring of awe among the students filled the room. They whispered to another and pointed at Kraimaster.
    Kraimaster’s lip curled, revealing a set of grinding teeth as he scanned the room with a look of utter disgust. A moment later his usual stoic expression returned.  
    “I wish you all the best here at Rohad.” With those last words Zoen excused himself. He took a seat at a large oak table along with the other professors.
    Lao’s yes twinkled with admiration. “An actual dual wielder. I never thought I would get to meet one. Imagine the power he commands. One day I will know such power.”
    Falcon stared at the stoic Kraimaster. “It doesn’t seem like that power brings him much happiness, does it? Look at him. He looks absolutely miserable.”
    “Who cares about happiness when you’ve got power?”
    No sooner had Lao finished talking when a small bird flew into the dining hall. Its green wings fluttered so fast that they were near invisible.
    “You might want to cover your ears, mates.”
    Falcon shrugged. “Why would I want to cover—”
    REEEEEEEEEEK! REEEEEEEEEEK!
    Falcon brought his hands to his ears. The small bird turned around and fluttered out a window.
    “What in the world was that?” said Lao, rubbing his hands over his ears. “Almost rendered me deaf.”
    “That was a song bird, mates.”
    “That’s what passes for a song around here?” whined Lao. He continued to rub his ears.
    “It’s not really meant to sing,” answered Chonsey. “It’s more of a sign to tell us breakfast is over. It’s time we head to class.”
    Lao’s ears were now turning red from all the rubbing. “Seems to me a simple bell would have sufficed. Sheesh.”
    Falcon was more consumed with something else Chonsey had said to worry about the bird. “Hey Chonsey, you mentioned it’s time we head to class, right?”
    “Yes, why?”
    “How do we know where to go? No one has told me.” “Don’t worry. You will be handed a schedule on your way out of the dining hall. You’ll see, follow me.”
    Falcon pushed his way through the crowd and out into the hall. Professor Martyn handed him a sheet of paper. The paper contained his classes for the day. He compared schedules with Lao and Chonsey.
    “Yes! We have the same itinerary, mates. I don’t have to be alone. This way. I know where our first class is located.”
    “The same what?” asked Falcon confused. Lao looked just as baffled.
    “The same itinerary,” he repeated, as if it was common knowledge. “Surely you know what I mean. A plan? Schedule of sorts?”
    “Oh, an itinerary,” said Lao knowingly. “Of course I know what that means.”
    It was painfully obvious that Lao had lied. Feeling sorry for him, Falcon changed the conversation. “How is it that you know Rohad so well? You’re a first year student like us.”
    Chonsey looked back at him. “That’s easy. My father is a commander of the Ladria army. He graduated from Rohad at the top of his class. He’s been bringing me here ever since I was an infant. He expects me to become a Rohad like him, and a commander after that. Maybe even a general.” Chonsey’s head lowered and his shoulders hunched. By the time he was done speaking he was facing the ground.
    “Was I born into the wrong family or what?” said Lao.
    “Yeah, he has many interesting stories, mate. Having a commander for a dad is