Puck, the older of the Valeths two children was somewhat of a strange character. A gifted sorceror from birth, he was raised in the magick teachings of his father. Their magicks remained very different although similiar in style. Pucks father was a master, his skills looking as if they had taken a millenia to develop, while Puck still held skills that were good at best. Still there was one advantage that Puck held above his father, he always seemed to have a trick up his sleeve, but revealing that now would only ruin further developments in what was soon to be the sorcerors greatest adventure.
The sound of soft leather sliding against the flat stone raised the heads of the few manor attendants that went about their normal duties. Remarks such as 'Good day m'lord', 'Greeting m'lord' and 'hail sire' were called out as the Lord of Haven, Lezard continued down the hallway.
Lezard Valeth
An aged man in looks, yet very broad and carrying himself as though he were a knight. The white robes encloaked his body with the insignia of the valeth family keeping it tightly fastened. Lezard finally came to a stop before a lone doorway. A knock was made, although his hands stayed very much beneath the cloak. 'Come father', the voice of Puck welcoming his expected father into his library.
Lezard entered. The sight of the library always being something to cause a need for another breath. The walls stood as high as the manor itself, the seeminglessly endless rows of shelves reaching out to touch the heavens. Obviously even this enormous size was not enough for the vast knowledge held within the rooms. Other large books could be seen floating within the air, highly organised through magick. Lezard continued into the library, passing several shelves before his gaze moved up to where his son lay... or rather floated.
P.U.C.K
His 60th birthday but Puck appeared to be not a day over 25. Short black hair, blue eyes and reading glasses were the young mans only noticable features. To say the least, Puck appeared to be just the same as any normal human boy, but human he was not. To be truthful, none outside the family Valeth were quite sure of what the Valeths race actually was. Lord Lezard himself had barely aged since he had begun the journey of rebirth.
Puck floated down to join his fathers side, his robes being far less extravagant than his fathers, but only a sign of how far he had yet to come. A smile was given to his father as he removed the glasses, disappearing them from sight. 'Always deep in your studies Puck. It is your birthday, you should be relaxing and joining the festivities'. Lezards voice was rough, suggesting years upon years of converse, perhaps through his teachings as a mage. 'As long as the townspeople are having fun, then this day has brought enough relaxation to my mind'. In comparison, Pucks voice was much softer than his fathers. It gave the impression of a man who told no lies, but was never true to what you believed. Lezard placed a hand on his sons shoulder, a youthful hand which appeared to not match the appearance of his aged appearance. 'Walk with me i have something to tell you'. Puck nodded to the request and accompanied his father as they left the library returning to the hallway once more. Proceeding in the direction for the main conference room, they conversed in idle chit chat for a while before Lezard moved to the main reason for bringing his son from the library.
'Now Puck, for 60 years i have honed your magick skills to come to what they are today. You may not believe it but you have suprised me coming this far. I know you believe that you fail to meet my expectations but you have surpassed everything i have hoped for within you thus far'. 'Father?'. Puck was quite taken back in the change in tone and seriousness of his father. Never before had he heard him say such things, always believing him to be a stern, strict and strong man, who let emotions slip on rare occasions. 'What i am trying to say son is that there is little else that you can learn from me. I have taught you everything possible for you to learn from me, the rest is up to you to raise your skills to new levels..... However, i don't like the thought that i had little to do in the raisings of what will soon to be a remarkable sorceror. Which is what brings me to my final desicion and your birthday present'. 'Final desicion... birthday present... Father i do not understand?'
And indeed he didn't, he had no idea of what his father was saying and even more so, what birthday present. Puck had never recieved any kind of presents since he was a little kid. Lezard just smiled to him. 'Have you ever heard of Wayrath my son'. 'Of course father. The tower of the Magi. School to the most prominent mages known to mortals, but what of it?' 'Well my son, it will be your new home'. And with those words Lezard brought the large doors of the conference room flying to an open. Within lay the highest members of the Family Valeth, including Pucks mother and little sister aged 20. Puck was still confused at the words of his father, not to mention the gathering of everyone in the conference room.
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