Gra Gryning

Las Vegas 1987
Ralph Essen- US navy Aquisitions department
Summer Magi 3rd class

I looked at myself in the mirror, my outfit was pressed, my room was empty. I didn't bother eating, I wanted an empty stomach, especially in this town. I looked around and smiled as I found the glowing blue crystal, I sighed and charged it. I then got out of my hotel room, the heat hit me first. The strong overwhelming sense of heat. I looked at the glowing crystal and turned a little knob.

"Hey Ralph."

Tom leaned against the old junker of the van the navy let us use. He was from some podunk town in Louisiana near enough to the New Orleans Nexus to know what we were like. Tom's head was freshly shaved, I envy'd his dark skin, men like me couldn't pull that look off at all but African americans, have to remember that word. Like Tom pulled the look off perfectly.

"I'm going to need you to drive."

He frowned.

"You didn't eat anything did you?"

"No."

"Because I know what this city does to you people."

I frowned.

"What do you mean by you people?"

Tom laughed.

"You really going to pull that one on a brother? I mean Magi, Wizard, or whatever bullshit jargon the bean counters want to use to make to make magic more scientific, by the way what word are they forcing you to call yourself now?"

"Etheric scientist."

Tom shook his head.

"Telling yah Ralph it's bullshit, get into the van the sooner this is over the better."

I gave him a quick heads up and I got into the van, we drove slowly.

"I hate this town."

Tom nodded.

"Never knew a magi who didn't, but that's the point isn't it? Can't have working Casinos with you guys around you, would
end up robbing them blind."

"I understand why this town runs the way it does, it doesn't mean I have to like it Tom."

He shrugged and we drove on.

"So Ralph, the brass said to head to the strip but they didn't say what building."

I looked out the window as the city came within view.

"Castaways."

He smiled.

"No shit, you know I went there once, their cocktails were fucking awesome, and they would bring out this pig and slow roast it just like in the movies."

I shrugged.

"They're closing down, tearing down the whole thing to build another casino, it's cheaper to sell it to us then to hire a demolition crew so here we are."

Tom smiled.

"So Castaways?"

"1700 rooms and 35,000 square feet, don't know what we're going to use the space for, it's all classified."

"Probably a carrier Ralph."

"Probblly, the whole operation's a rank 10 spell minimum, even with the line it's going to take months to get the ritual ready."

Suddenly the miasma of the city hit me, I felt sick.

"Fucking hate Vegas."

Tom looked out ahead.

"I know, but the sooner we get this over with the better."

We drove onward, and then stopped the van, Tom gave me a roll of tums.

"To settle your stomach."

I took two and we walked inside, a receptionist looked up at us.

"US navy aquisitions."

She shrugged.

"Whatever."

She went to her phone and looked up.

"There are chairs over there, sit wherever."

We sat down and a woman walked passed us, from a distance she looked wonderful dusky, leggy and busty and then as she got closer I felt an overwelming sense of revulsion and disgust.

"You the Navy boys."

We nodded, Tom looked at me and then at her.

"My friend has food poisoning."

She looked at me and sighed.

"Sure, let's go with that."

We followed her, and gritted my teeth trying to deal with the stench that came off of her, I was starting to get angry as the door opened, a pale pudgy man looked up.

"Navy Aquisitions."

He looked at me the door slamned behind us.

"Magi."

I nodded.

"You can tell?"

He smirked.

"Sophia there? Married a navy man, took everything he had, and then destroyed him in the divorce, says its because he cheated on her, but we both know she's lying, you wouldn't look sick to your gills if that was the truth."

He paused.

"That why we hired her, hired a lot of people like her, can't have guys like you hanging round the tables."

"I respect that but can you please keep her away from me?"

"Done, and anyways Sophi understands what she does to you people, gets her angry and mad but she understands you
can't help it."

He looked up at the ceiling.

"Going to miss this place, had a lot of good memories here, Elvis played here once, great guy, liked him alot."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but that's the thing about Vegas there's always some thing new."

He sighed and gave me a key.

"You got full run of the place, the check already came in and the employees are leaving as we speak."

"I'm sorry it came to this."

He shrurgged.

"It is what it is."

He got up.

"Look I get why you guys hate this city, but it wasn't built for you, it was built for people who wanted to start over, people
who made mistakes and didn't want everyone knowing their business."

"We can't help it."

"I know, people can't help a lot of things, still going to miss this place."

We followed him as he took one last walk around the casino as we prepared to destroy his life's work, and suddenly that sickness that lurching feeling was put into perspective.

 

Ralph Essen


I silently looked through the casino, as employees gathered their things, collectors bought trinkets and picked over the corpse of the dying casino and gamblers tried their luck for the last time. I saw a Republic of Chinese soldier and walked up to him. I moved my fingers and cast a simple translation spell.

"What brings you here?"

He looked at me with a thousand yard stare.

"Mage."

I nodded.

"Figures."

He pulled a lever and frowned as a coin vanished forever.

"RnR, was back there for awhile looking for surviviors, refugees, anyone we could save."

I gave him a look of sympathy.

"Find anyone?"

"A few, just kind of wandered through what was left, so many died, and the dying just continues, the Russians."

He took a deep breath.

"Need a drink on me?"

He shook his head.

"If I started now I'd never stop."

He went back to his gambling, and I went around measuring everything I could, trying to make use of this doomed casino. When I was finished I wrote my notes into a book and went to Tom, he looked at me.

"Need to get out."

"Job finished?"

"Yeah, going to go to base, get out of this place."

We got in the van and drove off into the distance. I popped a few more tums, that feeling of sickness fading as we got further from town. I looked at a
homeless man.

"The end is neigh, motherfucker the end already came."

I put a hand on Tom's shoulder.

"We're all coping the best we can."

Tom sighed.

"I know, and shit could have been so much worse, thank god for magic, thank god we had the old bird looking after us."

I nodded.

And we drove on my stomach settled as we drove into the sunset and we looked at the sky, our new sky.



"Remember when the sky had one moon."

Tom's voice was haunted.

"Yeah I do too, but Phobos and Demimos are beautiful tonight."

He took a deep breath.

"Hard to belive its all gone, what were those Russian assholes thinking? I mean WHAT THE FUCK!"

His breathing was heavy.

"They destroyed the world, the entire motherfucking world, what the fuck were they thinking?"

"Don't know Tom, they're talking about turning it into a holiday."

"Why the fuck would anyone want to celebrate Bloody September?"

I stared at the two moons in the sky.

"Because we survived. There were what 170, 190 countires on Earth before the end? Now it's just us, the lucky few who survived the war, who got raptured. If the russians had gone crazy just a few years earlier those countermeasures wouldn't have been completed, and that would have been it for the human race."

Project Rapture, a centuries long countermeasure the old bird made just in case, a hundred years to grow the 108 seedlings, a hundred years for those seedlings to terraform 108 planets and moons from Venus to Pluto.

"We could have saved more."

Toms words echoed through the van as my sickness left me, his hands on a map. The map that determined who did and didn't get saved. If you were in blue your country was allied to america and in the event the world ended would be transported to another world, hopefully in time to save your entire country.

If your country was in green you were a fencesitter, the president and the president alone had discression over whether you lived or died, if your country was in red? You died, tough luck kiddo, you picked the wrong side.

It did.

"We're at the base."

We got out of the Van and Tom frowned at a statue of Reagan, the statue of Reagan looked horrified.

"Fucking Asshole, you could have saved more."

I put a hand on Toms shoulder, Reagan had been a hardliner, and took quite a few countries off of the safe list. If you tried to play both sides your ticket on the lifeboat was officially removed. If you tried to stay out of it but had an under the table deal with the US you got to live.

Most countries in Europe and the Americas got the message, Europe got the message, Africa and the middle east? Not so much.

"YOU COULD HAVE SAVED MORE!"

I let him take a couple breaths, three days after the rapture Reagan took a small gun out of his desk and blew his brains out, It was for the best, Bush was decent enough at his job.

We looked at the list 70 countries

The survivors, I traced their names with my finger

Africa

Angola, Liberia, Nambia, South Africa, Rhodesia, Mozambique.

"Six countries in Africa, we could have saved another 38 if Reagan wasn't a fuck up."

Tom whispered the words, the issue was a sore one, thankfully there werwn't any officers around as we traced the list with our fingers.

Europe

Iceland, Ireland, United Kingdom, France, Spain, Portugal, West Germany, Switzerland, Belgium, Netherlands, Luxemburg, Italy, Austria, Czech Republic, Poland, Denmark, Norway, Sweden, Finland, Greece, Turkey.

The 20 european countries that survived.

In the Americas I saw 33 names, Cuba and Honduras had been left behind in that world of nuclear fire.

In between Europe and America Israel sat in its former frozen wasteland, can't believe they once called in Greenland.

India, Thailand, New Zealand, Phillipines, Japan, Korea, Republic of China, Singapore, Australia, and finally Papua New Guinea.

These were the survivors the ones who lived.

"Fuck Reagan."

Tom wasn't diplomatic about his feelings on the matter.

 

Project Rapture
November 30th 1962


The world came way to close to ending, one mistep, one mistake and human civilization as we know it would have ended. Even with our technology, with our magic we would have lost too much, and the Soviet Union's nuclear stockpile is only growing with time, which means that if the unthinkable happens then it's just going to get worse.

But the crisis had a silver lining, we learned about assets we didn't know we had, resources we didn't know we had. It's strange, the Garfield presidency, a presidency that only lasted 200 days might be the key to the survival of the human race.

It turns out that the worldtree, the place Compass is located in has a secret function, every hundred years it can create 108 seedlings, powerful bits of magic and technology built to terraform entire planets, the last and greatest creation of the Phoenix people before they were wiped out.

Merlin asked for permission to use that powerful bit of magic and it was granted, it would take a hundred years for the terraforming to be completed. We have talked to the old bird, about it, if we can stall for time, make it to 1980 then humanity might survive, but if the end happens before that, then we need to have back ups, countermeasures.

We have talked to our allies in Nato and project Rapture is the result of our planning. In the event of nuclear war, core allies like Nato will be moved to new worlds if the end happens after 1980, if it happens before homunculi, magically made artificial humans with preprogramed memories will be born after the end. Even if they're not americans a part of our culture, of what made us, us will live on.

Allied core nations will have an option to have homunculi colonies of their own ranging from 1 million to 100 million depending on their preferences.
I pray that this last ditch countermeasure is never needed, I pray that sanity prevales.

May god have mercy on us all.


Project rapture survival report

Venus- Not claimed
Mars- USA
Moons of Jupiter- 40 worlds
1-Ganymede- Iceland
2-Calisto- Ireland
3- Io- France
4- Europa- UK
5- Amalthea- Spain
6- Himalia- Portugal
7- Thebe- West Germany
8- Elara-Switzerland
9- Pasiphae- Belgum
10- Metis- Netherlands
11- Carme- Luxumburg
12- Sinoppe- Italy
13- Lysithea- Austria
14- Anake- Chezch republic
15- Leda- Poland
16- Themesto- Denmark
17- Praxidike- Norway
18- Locaste- Sweden
19- Kalyke- Finland
20- Megaclite- Greece
21- Taygete- Turkey
22- Clariho- India
23- Autotoe- Republic of China
24- Harpalyke- Korea
25- Thyone- Thailand
26- Heremppe- New Zealand
27- Chaldene- Phillipines
28- Aoede-Australia
29- Eukalade- Singapore
30- Isone- Papa New Guini
31- Helike- Not claimed
32- Carpo- Not claimed
33- Aitne- Not claimed
34- Eurydome- Not Claimed
35- Arche- Not Claimed
36- Euanthe- Not Claimed
37- Sponde- Not Claimed
38- Kore- Japan
39- Kale- Not Claimed
40-Mneme- Not Claimed

Moons of Saturn- 40 worlds
1- Titan- Canada
2- Rhea- Brazil
3- Lapetus- Mexico
4- Dione- Argentina
5- Tethys- Peru
6- Enceledus- Argentina
7- Minmas- Venuzuela
8- Hyperion- Chile
9- Phoebe-Ecudor
10- Janus-Boliva
11- Epimetheus- Haiti
12- Prometheus- Dominican republic
13- Pandora- Honduras
14- Helene- Paraguay
15- Atlas- Nicaragia
16- Pan- El salvadore
17- Telesto- Costa Rica
18 - Calypso- Panama
19- Ymir- Uragauy
20- Tarvos- Jamaica
21- Kari-Trinadad
22- Skoll- Guyana
23- Surtur- Suriname
24- Loge- Bahamas
25- Bestla- Belize
26- Aegir- Barbados
27- Fenrir- Saint lucia
28- Fornjot- Aruba
29- Methone- Grenada
30- Pallene- Bermuda
31- Aegon- Dominca
32- Thymr- Antiqua
33- Hati- Israel
34- Griep- Saint kitts
35- Narvi- Not Claimed
36- Tarqeq- Not claimed
37- Errapo- Not claimed
38- Leda- Not claimed
39- Elara- Not claimed
40- Skath- Not claimed
Moons of Uranus- 20 worlds
1- Titania- Angola
2- Oberon- Nambia
3- Umberiel- South Africa
4- Ariel- Roadesia
5- Miranda- Liberia
6- Puck- Mozembeque
7- Portia- Not claimed
8- Juliet- Not claimed
9- Caliban- Not claimed
10- Belinda- not claimed
11- Cressida- not claimed
12- Rosalind- not claimed
13- Desdemona- not claimed
14-Bianca- not claimed
15- Ophelia- not claimed
16- Cordelia- not claimed
17- Perida- not claimed
18- Prospero- not claimed
19- Mab- not claimed
20- Cupid- not claimed
Moons of Neptune- 5 worlds
1-Triton- not claimed
2-Proteus- not claimed
3- Galatea- Not claimed
4- Neso- Not Claimed
5- Sao- Not Claimed
Pluto- Not claimed

 

Ralph Essen



I started packing, I didn't have a lot of things. Tom walked in.

"Leaving?"

I shrugged.

"After I gave my report the navy decided to let a civilian firm handle it, they don't need me in aquisitions so I'm getting moved."

"Where too?"

"Search and rescue, or search and destroy. Depends on if we find commies or literally anyone else."

"Going to Earth then?"

I nodded.

"Opening a portal is a team effort and Compass isn't spitting out trained Magi fast enough to keep up with the increased demand."

"Damned war."

I shrugged, it was what it was.

"If you're looking to get promoted to E4 and increase in your paygrade...."

"No."

Tom's words cut through the room like a knife, he looked at me with haunted eyes.

"My brother was a Jarhead, protected an embassy in Chad."

I grimaced.

"So..."

"Yeah Chad got hit, everyone got hit. They used to be on the protected list but you know fucking Reagan."

He paused.

"I volunteered for search and rescue, thought maybe the russians would leave them be. They were neutral, they didn't bother anyone and they were far away. Then we got to N'Djamena and there was nothing left, place got hit hard, what few survivors we found we sick and dying, because nukes weren't enough for Ivan, he had to use every biological weapon he had too."

I grimaced.

"I spent time in China, Communist China. They were allies, why would you nuke your fucking allies?"

That was the million dollar question, nobody knew why the russians did it, a few months earlier there had been talks of nuclear disarmament, or at least a reduction and then boom they end the world and no one knew why.

I put out a hand.

"It's been nice Tom."

We shook and I put my pack over my back and shuffled out to a bus. It was still dark out and I could see one of the moons in the sky. All around me I saw people who looked nervous or bored. The bus seat was suitably uncomfortable as we drove on.

"Are you a wizard?"

I looked up at the kid, and he was just a kid, his hair had been shaved off and his outfit seemed to hang off him. I pointed at a patch on my shoulder.

"Yeah."

He sat down.

"That's cool, never met one before."

I made room for the newbie.

"So um why did you join the navy?"

He smiled at me.

"Got drafted when we were still fighting the chi-coms in India, now I'm just killing time till retirement, you kid?"

He smiled.

"I came to fight the ruskies, show them they can't-"

I started laughing and he looked at me with anger.

"What?"

I shook my head.

"Ivan's dead, when they ended the war we launched everything we had at him, we destroyed every military base they had, we destroyed every city they had, we hit them with everything we had during the war, and the brits and the french, they backed us."

I paused.

"And when the radiation fell we came back and made damned sure we found whatever remained and broke that too. These days we just try to look to see if anyone survived, if we find anyone we offer them refugee status through the UN's resettlement program, or aid if they want to stay."

He nodded.

"So what's it like, um what's left of Earth?"

I closed my eyes, the memories of the horror returning.

"In the northern hemisphere? Pretty much everything is dead, the only piece of civilization left up there is Saaremaa."

He stared at me blankly.

"Yeah, it's an island off Estonia, one of the countries in the Budapest pact, for whatever reason they somehow managed to survive. We found out about them and demanded an unconditional surrender."

I paused.

"They agreed. Didn't have much choice, we had food and they had nothing. Anyways if you find any survivors in Pact areas, you send them off for
processing."

He nodded.

"You have no idea what that is?"

"Nope."

"Ok if they're civilians they got to Saaremaa, the UN then decides what to do with them. If they were party members or military they get told to survive on their own."

"Harsh."

"Made their own bed, if they're Soviet civilian or otherwise you let the Angolans handle it."

"And?"

"We don't ask questions about what they do with them."

The kid looked forward.

"Don't worry about it though, any survivors would have been found hte first year before nuclear winter killed all the crops."

The boy looked a little sick.

"So the rest of the world?"

I opened my eyes.

"Only one country survived the war, everyone else either collapsed into civil war, famine or fled to the new territories."

I pulled out a map.

"Behold Indonesia, the last man standing, the greatest and strongest nation on Earth."

"Never heard of them."

I shrugged.

"I didn't know about them before the war either but right now they're the the closest thing Earth has to a functional country so get used to talking about them."

That's the thing about life, sometimes it' the people you never expect who come out on top.

 

Ralph Essen


The commanding officer frowned at us.

"Why are we still on Mars?"

As the senior mage I got up.

"The number still isn't prime."

The man frowned.

"The number isn't prime? What are you talking about, we need to get out of here."

The other magi were scowling, I didn't know how this prick got through officer school.

"Teleportation isn't easy, especially teleportation between planets. It has to be done on a leyline nexus, and you need the weight of whatever you're transporting to have mystic resonance and on top of that you need enough mana to power the trip."

I looked at him.

"I think you're blowing smoke up my ass spooky."

I did not need this.

"Call your commanding officer, put him on speaker."

The man stormed to a small box, I heard the admiral's voice.

"What's the hold up?"

I got up.

"We either weigh too little or too much to make transport."

"Ok what's the nearest tonnage?"

"108883 tons or 108887 tons, right now we're in between that."

"By how much?"

"2 tones, either direction."

"Hmm. Ok I'm going to ask a couple of the flyboys to leave. we're still pretty close to land and there are bases nearby."

"Thanks."

I sat down in the middle of the circle with the others.

"Done."

I smiled.

"Good we have resonance."

We started chanting, getting closer to the seasons using the energy of the large quartz crystal in front of us to move the ship. I felt a rush of power and then a migraine.

"Got confirmation, we're on Earth. Good job people."

The officer looked at me.

"Um good job."

I got up and decided to be diplomatic.

"Ensign right?"

He nodded.

"How much experience do you have with magic?"

"I read through the pamphlets."

I shrugged.

"A couple pamphlets don't teach you nearly enough, and officer school never does enough to prepare you guys for fleet duties. It doesn't help that there is a lot of misinformation out there, point is if you see us doing something you don't understand. Don't be afraid to ask us why we're doing things that way and if you don't like the anwser then I recommend talking to a more senior officer."

He nodded.

"TV makes it seem like magic can do anything and I really wish that was true but it isn't. There are rules to it like any other science or discipline, limitations and we try to work around those limitations as best we can."

The ensign nodded.

"Does the library have more information?"

"It does, but sometimes they leave stuff out so don't be afraid to ask."

I saluted him and he nodded.

"Very well then, good work."

With that the ensign left the room.

"Prick."

I turned my head and looked at Goldberg.

"He's new."

"He's still a prick."

We got up and made our round of the ship. We officially had nothing to do but it was important to look busy otherwise work would be invented for you. Goldberg looked out ahead.

"So you're really going to just quit?"

"After this tour I get to retire, and then I am free."

"Nice. What are you going to do?"

I thought about it, I didn't really have anything. I didn't take a lot of vacation, I didn't really date and I mostly just socked money away, but I did like Japan when I visited there.

"Go to Kore, then go to Japan, figure I would go somewhere rural out of the way and kind of figure myself out. "

"Isn't Japan expensive?"

"Tokyo is, once you get away from the major cities its pretty affordable, cheaper then some cities in the US and the dollar goes a long way."

We opened the door and walked upstairs. We looked outside, it was noon and the world was completely dark.

"When do you think the nuclear winter will end?"

I shrugged.

"They say it's going to last at least 30 years, so we will both be old men when the sun starts shining again."

My eyes met with one of the flyboys as they shooed away anyone who got too close to their precious machines.

"Things would be so much easier if we had our own planes."

"The airforce would throw a shitfit and you know it Goldberg. If it fights in the air it's airforce, if it fights on the water it's navy, if it fights on land it's army and if it fights dirty it belongs to the marine corps."

He shrugged, even after the end of the war interservice rivalry never dies.

 

Ralph Essen


The battleships were blaring music, the carrier was sending out radio, music mostly.

Theorectically it was to signal to anyone who was close by to the international flotilla that there was life, that there was help. Our ship got closer to a swedish battleship, the Johan Banér. A man flew from the ship and looked at me with a look that was suitably grim.

"It's your turn."

He looked at me as his broom landed on the ship.

"God help us all, it is."

He brought out an envelope.

"Fellow mage?"

He nodded.

"Yes."

I put out an hand.

"Ralph."

"Liam."

We shook hands and he hooked his broom to his back.

"So Ralph, what school did you study at?"

I smiled.

"Compass."

Liam nodded.

"Good school, though I could never go there."

"Why?"

"The school uniform has way too many belts."

I rolled my eyes.

"It's not that bad. What school did you go too?"

"Trosa academy of magic."

"Trosa?"

He sighed.

"It was built in the 1850s as a symbol of friendship between our countries, nobody wanted the school near them so Trosa was picked because pretty much no one lived there."

I nodded.

"And?"

"And now it's a tourist trap, the city of magic."

He sighed as we walked to the bridge.

"If this envelope was lost would it be fine if I blamed it on you?"

"Why?"

"Abba... three weeks of nothing but Abba, please don't put us through it."

I shrugged.

"They would just radio the list and you know it."

He pulled out a small flask and took a drink.

"Is that vodka?"

"Made in Sweden."

I looked at him.

"I don't recommend drinking that here, Vodkas not popular here, as far as the people here are concerned it's a russian drink."

Liam sighed.

"And the russians ruin everything don't they?"

"Yes they do."

 

Ralph Essen


"For what it's worth I'm sorry."

Liam sighed.

"Not your fault, it's our idiot commander, asshole loves Abba."

He cringed as 'dancing queen' started playing.

"You do know that we have bands that aren't Abba right? Right?"

I shrugged as he took another drink from his flask. We were leaning against the wall, watching the the perpetually dark sky.

"So hows the new swedish homeworld doing?"

"New Sweden?"

He closed his eyes.

"It's nice, but the poltics are kind of terrible right now."

"How so?"

He sighed.

"Ok about mid 60's one of our spies found out about the soviets 'kill 'em all' policy, and well they leaked it to the public right after project Rapture was made public. So we were faced with a choice be neutral and die anyways or pick a side and potentially live. We decided to join Nato openly, as did everyone even the Finnish."

He took another swig.

"The option of settling on Iocaste didn't exist back then so everyone in Nato was given an option to clone a bunch of people so that at least a part of our culture would survive. With options ranging from zero to 100 milllion."

I nodded.

"We got 120 million."

I cringed.

"And instead of an even population we have 20 million surplus women."

"Sorry about that, Kennedy had a real thing for swedish women, we did that as an um last request."

Liam sighed.

"Thing is we only joined Nato just in case, we didn't actually think either you or the russians would pull the trigger and since we thought that we decided to put the education of the clones into the hands of the Moderata samlingspartiet."

I stared at him.

"The conservative party, they pretty much had no actual power and we did it to shut them up. Thing is when the world ended that program went through automatically. We went from having 8 million people to 128 million people, with the vast majority being essentially raised by the most conservative party in the country."

"How bad?"

He sighed.

"Once you leave the major cities it's just terrible, they get into your business they pester you and pick at you and they don't mind their own business, and the women are just plain predatory."

"Thought you would be for that."

"It's one of those things that seems like a great idea until you actually live in it, this whole thing was a series of things that seemed like a good idea at the time blowing up in our faces. We're basically outnumbered by a bunch of socially inept lutheran theocrats now."

He took another swig of his drink.

"Fucking Russians."

I nodded.

"Can't blame them for the clones though, that was our fuck up."

I shrugged.

"We went from 250 million to 555 million."

"And?"

I shrugged.

"It was more balanced but our clones are just weird, like they're all boy scouts."

We chuckled and he looked out into the distance.

"Pretty much everyone in Nato went for broke, only one who said no was the turks, they may have been the bright ones, everyone's having trouble with the adjustment. We didn't think we were going to live with them and they were basically raised to think of themselves as the last outpost of civilization."

Another swug and he sighed.

"Out of booze."

"That's not so bad?"

"Only booze on our ship is the stuff we smuggled in, there are moral considerations now."

He did some air quotes and sighed.

"At least were not as fucked as the greeks."

I looked up.

"What's going on with them?"

He smiled.

"They get their clones right? Program them to be all rightous, pay their taxes and be good greeks right, but tax dodging is a national past time, the minute their clones get to vote the entire government gets purged, pretty much every last one of them's in jail and they're cracking down on all the tax cheats."

He laughed.

"As bad as we fucked ourselves the Greeks were a special kind of stupid, fucked themselves over proper."

He got up.

"Got to go back to the ship back... it's on a fucking loop."

I nodded.

"Fucking 'dancing quee'n is on a loop, fuck my life."

He got on his broom and flew away and as our flotilla sailed on there was nothing but silence, darkness and a song about a dancing queen blaring out into
a dead world.

 

Ralph Essen



It was hard to tell time in the darkness and cold. We were heading to our first location Saaremaa, the last surviving outpost of civilization in the northern hemisphere. I saw the light of run down skyscrapers in the distance, things transported to Earth to house refugees. Brought here instead of just tearing them down.

Then we warped them together using magic, a hodgepodge of different architectural styles from different countries built in different times, melded together to create a monstrocity to house people and keep them out of the radiation and posioned world around them.
They were crap but it was better then living on the mainland, a glorified refugee camp that acted as Nato's base for the forseeable future.

"Current population numbers?"

The radio man called in and sighed.

"Current population 542,112 people, most of it from natural increase, majority Estonian, 322 thousand, the rest are a mixture of eastern european."

Estonia, the lucky country somehow managing to not get nuked by either the russians or us, they got to enjoy the pleasure of being killed by radiation, toxic air, posioned water, and starvation. Ok maybe they were not lucky.

"Going to port, ok everyone let's get the food off."

I moved with the other magi to help. I made the walkways where the crates would be moved more slippery, spring magi used force magic to alter the gravity to make it easier to move the crates, winter magi cast strength spells on the sailors as they pass by, and the autumn magi used their magic to alter probability to cut down on mistakes.

"Why aren't the spookies helping us? They're just standing there waving their hands, least they could do is fucking help."

The group of us looked at each other and then at the idiot marine jarhead who opened his mouth.

"Fucking hell Leroy."

We put our hands down and the offending Marine knees buckled.

"What the-"

I walked forward. I was one year from retirement no one would press hard if I gave the speech.

"We altered the gravity to half of Earths, we doubled your strength, we altered the walkway to make it easier for you to push that crate, we altered fate itself so you would have less chance of fucking it all up. Now do you want our help or do you want to do it the hard way?"

The Marine glared at me, at us.

"Sorry."

We raised our hands, spending our mana to restart the process.

"Always have to cause trouble, always have to bitch don't you Leroy."

"Fuck you, I didn't know."

The carrier continued to unload food for the refugee. When we were finished we were given the all clear, 48 hours of shore leave. I nodded at the other
magi as we walked towards the big ugly block that held the majority of Europe's population.
Bored Nato troops waved us through and we watched the metallic gates open, letting us in.

"Welcome to the city of Oudus people, have fun."

We walked inside, the lights flickered, people held out hats and cups desperate for food or money. Many of them looked sick their faces, I saw several women deathly thin and bald, their teeth missing as they pushed forward trying to compete for our sympathy.

We walked pass them ignoring them, those who didn't know the score offered money and were swarmed. We shook our heads, Oudus was a place where dreams came to die. We passed more people with dead eyes. Heading towards the interior, men with clubs looked at us and nodded.

Estonian security forces, given more food, better housing, and money in exchange for keeping order. They were picked for several qualities. If you hated communism, hated russians, or could suck up to UN forces AKA us you got the position. Competence and a lack of corruption took a distant seat to reliability.

Oudus had a clear hierarchy, one enforced with violence.

At the top of the hierachy were UN forces, we were in charge of everything, under us were Estonian security forces, then Estonian nationals, then nationals of other Budapest pact countries, then former troops who had been cleared, they were forced to wear armpatch's with crossed swords on them.
At the bottom of the pyramid were former party members, forced to wear the hammer and cycle armpatches at all time. As for russians there weren't any, they were either not allowed in or killed on sight. Not by us of course, we let the frustrated and angry Budapest pact refugees do that for us.

We didn't trust them with any jobs, and if anything happened to them we turned a blind eye to it.

I stopped, seeing the familar armpatch, his eyes were open in horror as he swayed from the high ceiling. I looked at the shrugging Estonian security forces.

"Suicide is tragic, yes?"

We shrugged and walked forward, the lights twinkled a bit and a man looked up at us. He had a patch that showed that we had rescued him from a gulag. Before the war that meant you were nothing, after the war it mean access to the best housing and jobs in Oudus.

"We're here to fix the generator."

I handed in my paperwork and the man smiled.

"The people of Estonia thank the generosity of the international community and it's spirit of brotherhood."

The Estonians made sure to publically suck up to us. I knew he didn't really like me, we were a part of an invading army, but since we were part of an invading army that brought food, medicine and everything else they made sure not to make us angry.

Why if they behaved themsleves Estonia would have a chance to be an independent country again, lords of an empty Europe. They just had to suffer our presence until the long winter ended, until then frustrations were taken out down the chain, everyone kicking lower.

Half the reason why the comrades were allowed to live was to give even the lowest someone to kick. We walked into an elevator, the machinery wirred and we stood in silence.

"It better not freeze again."

I shrugged, and we went into the depths of the city, each of us praying that the elderly elevator would live just a little longer. We sighed in relief as the door opened, we passed Estonian security forces armed with sticks, and held up our papers. They opened the blast doors and we walked through to a second door operated by actual security armed with guns.

"Papers."

We brought them out.

"Working on the geothermal plant?"

We nodded. Great thing about magic, get enough magi together in one place with enough mana and you can do almost anything, so we built a geothermal plant to power the city, the city had extreme power needs and we certaintly didn't trust the natives with nuclear.

"Yeah, there have been complaints about the power acting up, and this place doubles as the city's water supply so..."

"Whatever, I'm just paid to shoot anyone stupid enough to fuck with things, not keep this shithole running."

We walked inside, I twisted my crystal to help deal with the heat. Sea water splashed onto hot magma, the vapor made the the underground belly of the city unbearable, heat and moisture. We walked up to the project lead, a bored Japanese man.

"Got the quartz?"

"Fully charged."

We opened metallic suitcases bringing out orbs of clear quartz, quite possibly one of the single best mediums for holding mana in the world. He looked at them and directed us to platforms that held the old orbs, we got on our knees and started replacing them.

Casting spells so that the array would allow the unholy mismash of magic and technology to continue to function, to continue to power the mishmash of a city above us. We looked at the project lead.

"Ok the array's fully charged again."

We were now free.

"Any place to go?"

He shrugged.

"Nothing local, the international district just opened a few new restaurants."

I frowned.

"Locals?"

He shrugged.

"Trustworthy ones, they passed security."

I looked around, we nodded and walked to the elevator, we went up and traveled in a group towards the western blocks where the aid workers and Nato officials lived, the good part of what passed for a town. We kept our eyes open.

Foreigners were obvious, they wore uniforms and suits, locals, Estonians were also obvious wearing second hand clothing from good will donations from around the Solar system. They were thin but not emaciated, their skin clear of blemishes, looking healthy.

In exchange for collaborating with us they got first access to food, to clothing, to jobs, to medicine. We passed sickly people in rags waiting for their turn to die, these were other pact members. They were here hoping and praying for a chance to get offworld.

If they got lucky they would recieve refugee status and a chance to get out of here, if they didn't they would remain here until they died. A group of locals passed us, holding a stretcher, they had black armbands. We got out of the way and let them remove the corpse.

We continued to walk through the city, eyes looked at us lingering on patches that proclaimed to the world that we were magi. That we were dangerous, we were given a wide berth. We passed makeshift doors guarded by security forces.

We passed people with makeshift stalls, there had been complaints initially about them, but President Bush said something about teaching the people about capitalism. So we allowed the haphazard adhock stores with their silent owners.

I stopped.

"Liam."

He looked at me.

"Got stuck with repair duty?"

I nodded.

"Yeah powerplant, you?"

He sighed.

"I'm winter so I've been dealing with refugees all day, they let me out of there because I'm out of juice and they don't have any clean water for me to work with."

I winced in sympathy.

"Beer on me then?"

He nodded and we continued walking.

"It's sicking how we treat them."

I shrugged.

"They were the enemy."

"The war's over, we shouldn't treat them like this, where's the compassion the... oh hell."

The locals turned their heads and glared. A man in a uniform was wearing an ushanka, you didn't wear those here especially one with soviet pin. We rushed towards the man and I sighed, american why did it have to be one of our idiots.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The man looked at me.

"Ah bought a new hat."

Accent was southern Texan.

"Take that off."

"Why, ah didn't do-"

"Look around you."

The man blinked and looked around at the frowning and angry stares.

"Ah messed up didn't I?"

I nodded, he took off the hat.

"Ahm sorry folks didn't mean to upset y'all."

The crowd looked away appeased as he put the hat into a box, he grimaced.

"Sorry, didn't know."

"It's ok, the military doesn't do enough to brief people."

He moved away from us holding dollars, picking up more sovieners to bring back home. We walked through another door. We passed places converted into churches, we smelled cooked food. People in rags listen with boredom as preachers from a thousand religions preached. When the sermon was over they would be fed.

Each church, synagoge, mosque, and temple competed for the souls of the indifferent masses of the last city in Europe.

This was Estonia and god had no place here.

 

Ralph Essen




The coffee was terrible, we both grimaced as we sipped it.

"This is your fault."

"I didn't invent instant coffee."

"Yes but your country did."

I smirked.

"What's so funny?"

"Compass forces, you to take a course called the history of coffee."

Liam blinked.

"What?"

"The old bird, Merlin he's obsessed with the stuff, one of things we have to do is coffee ceremony."

Liam stared at me.

"Really."

"Kind of like Japanese tea ceremony, point is we were forced to learn who really invented instant coffee and it was invented by Alphonse Allais, a french man in 1881."

I smirked at him, Liam nodded.

"We still get to make fun of your beer."

I raised a finger and then lowered it.

"You have a point there."

I looked over as security forces moved around the makeshift restaurants and cafes.

"Thought they had their own places."

Liam frowned.

"It's their country, if they want to eat here they can eat here."

I looked up and blinked, the security forces swaggered as they moved forward like they owned the place. One of them on the side was different, his face was older, more sever, he wore the same makeshift armor but there was a patch on his shoulder, with a symbol I didn't reconize. His head was shaved clean.

"What's up with him, that guy."

Liam frowned.

"Magi, like us he's using the norse rune for Heritage, estate or possession, it's red, we're dealing with summer."

I blinked.

Shit, Summer magi were masters of forces and prime, of destruction and illusion and their base element was fire. I controlled earth but everything around me was processed, I'd have to burn mana to get results.

"You angry?"

"Using runes to declare yourself a magi? That's a nordic thing, Estonians are not nordic they're balts."

They were getting closer.

"How much water do you have on you?"

"A one liter canteen, I didn't bring my combat canteen."

We looked at the man and his friends, he looked at the shopkeep. The mood was tense, he brought out a wad of cash. My translation spell was still going.

"I know you have wine, it would be worth your while to sell two bottles to myself and my friends."

"Wine is rare."

He opened the wad.

"Pounds, Lira, Dollars, and yen, it's worth your time."

The man counted it carefully.

"I will bring it out at once."

He turned around.

"TO WINE!"

The security forces cheered and took their seats and then at the worst time my translation spell kicked out, I didn't want to blow my limited reserves incase trouble came. Two wine bottles were brought out as were thick plastic cups which were filled. The man with the shaved head waited until every glass was filled and brought his glass up.

They all copied him and then he started singing.

"Mu isamaa, mu õnn ja rõõm,
kui kaunis oled sa!
Ei leia mina iial teal see
surre lai a ilma peal,
mis mul nii armas oleks ka,
kui sa, mu isamaa!"

They all sang along with them, my hand went down to my waist, I had a knife there.

"Sa oled mind ju sünnitand
ja üles kasvatand;
sind tänan mina alati
ja jään sull' truuiks surmani,
mul kõige armsam oled sa,
mu kallis isamaa!"

It wouldn't do a damned thing to the mage, but if I burned power I could take out most of his allies. If this was a set up we could make them pay for it in blood, we didn't need to win just stall for time.

"Su üle Jumal valvaku,
mu armas isamaa!
Ta olgu sinu kaitseja
ja võtku rohkest õnnista,
mis iial ette võtad sa,
mu kallis isamaa!"

The men cheered and downed their wine. Liam and I had our eyes on the man and he looked at us and strutted towards our table, his hands moved I saw signals around his hands and he sat down.

"Magi."

He sat down.

"You can tell?"

He pointed at Liam.

"Nordic rune of protection, colored blue, a compass pointing east colored green, winter magi of Sweden, spring magi of America."

He smiled, and pointed at himself.

"Summer Magi of Estonia at your service."

I frowned.

"Didn't know you guys had magi."

He swirled his plastic wine glass.

"Did you americans even know my country existed before the war?"

I remained silent.

"Thought so."

My eyes narrowed.

"Are you here to start trouble?"

The man chuckled.

"Nothing of the sort, we had a successful salvage mission in the old country, and came back with gold and silver."

"Salvage mission?"

He nodded.

"Yes, we go off into the ruined lands and look for treasure in the wastes, very dangerous but very profitable. There is a market for old soviet trinkets sovieners for your troops."

He sipped his wine.

"And of course things of the old world."

I looked at him with suspicion.

"And a way to keep in touch with outdated ideas and ideals."

The man frowned.

"Now that my good sir was just rude."

Liam opened his canteen.

"It's also rude to not introduce yourself when you sit a a man's table."

The man blinked and laughed.

"Good point, my name is Endel."

"Ralph."

"Liam."

We were wary of course.

"Thought you guys hated us, so why sit at our table?"

The man shrugged.

"What would have happened to us if we didn't unconditionally surrender the moment we saw your ships?"

I looked him in the eye.

"You would have lost."

He shook his head.

"No, no, there were portions once, of the other Pact countries, of Hungary, of Yugoslavia, of Cuba, they fought you and you retreated. It was early then, before the radiation kicked in, before the long winter. You left them and then you let the radiation do it's work, then you let hunger, and a million soviet diseases, a last bit of their spite finish them off."

He waved his hand.

"We surrendered instantly, and unconditionally."

"Not a lot of loyalty to your allies?"

He tilted his head.

"You had a limited amount of resources, a limited amount of time and a limited amount of empathy, we offered you a deal. We would surrender, we would collaborate with you and in exchange we would live. Estonia still exists."

He raised his glass and his fellows cheered.

"Under occupation."

He shrugged.

"So?"

"That's it."

"We were occupied by the swedes, we were occupied by the poles, we were occupied by the russians, we were occupied by the soviets, then the nazis and then the soviets again."

He leaned forward.

"As occupations go we have had worse, you feed us, cloth us, house us, we could not survive without your help."

"That isn't out of the goodness of our hearts."

He rolled his eyes.

"Yes, yes we process the refugees from what's left of the world for you, we keep the order, it isn't free but compared to the russians..."

He leaned back.

"They would tell you what you could and could not read, what you could and could not worship, everything down to what you could wear and even how you were allowed to cut your hair. We toiled in factories that poisoned our land for little pay, to make luxuries that our people would never possess."

He leaned forward.

"You worry about a loyalty that never existed, yes you are rude at times, but as long as there is order you do not care about how we live our lives."

"The world ended."

He shrugged.

"The old world ended, the long winter will not last forever and once the long night ends there will be a new empire, an ESTONIAN EMPIRE!"

They cheered and I frowned.

"And you think we're going to allow that?"

He chuckled.

"26 years."

He paused.

"In 26 years nuclear winter ends, the sun comes out. To the east the Soviet Union is dead, to the north Finland has move to another world, Nato has moved to another world. The few survivors that managed to survive are fleeing off world as quickly as they can."

"Indonesia."

"Has requested a world from the UN. I keep up with the news, they will likely have that request granted, the south is better off but it is still suffering quite a bit. They will move their cities, their people and will vanish from the Earth, and once everyone is gone we will be the last man standing."
He paused.

"Thank you for helping us conquer the Earth."

 

Ralph Essen



We politely left the celebrating estonians as quickly as we could. I felt disturbed.

"They can't do it, right?"

Liam had his hands in his pockets.

"How many soviets are left?"

I froze.

"Don't know."

"Before the war there was around 250 million of 'em, the nukes killed 90% of them instantly, so 2.5 million survivors. The famines, the bioweapons, the radiation of the first three years, that's another 90% easy. Now there is 250 thousand of them out there, seeking a life on the steps, in siberia in hidden enclaves. We spent 3 years mopping up what remained of their navy but we know they're still out there somewhere."

He froze.

"And no one wants this to happen again, so the plan was simple, de-russify the Estonians, help them rebuild their numbers and then when the nuclear winter ends have them take over the Soviet Union."

"So it's our plan."

Liam nodded.

"We don't live on Earth anymore, all of our cities, all of our history, everything we are is in the stars. In 20 years how attached will we be to our former homeworld? Do you think we're going to be spending money to investigate the Soviet Union forever? No."

He paused.

"We need a partner, we need someone to replace them, to fill the power vacuum left behind. We don't want to occupy this place forever and the locals know it."

The city froze, intercoms lit up.

"This is city commander Richard Anderson of the UN, radiation levels in the world outside are now at safe levels, there will be decontamination of nearby estonian cities and land. Land will be proportioned based on former pre-soviet era land claims. Areas with no legitimate landholders will be given to those of you with proven tract records of trustworthiness."

There was a pause.

"A provisional occupation government will be elected and they will take over most of the tasks formerally held by Nato forces. We will still maintain final say over many things including education. Attempts to spread communist propaganda will be dealt with harshly."

Another pause.

"It's been a long 4 years, and we are willing to extend some trust. Abuse it and there will be concequences, prove that you are willing to shove communism in the trash bin of history and you will have a chance to rejoin the civilized world. That said I know somewhere out there there are russian sympathizers, let me tell you this..."

Another pause.

"Russia ended the world, we don't know why and at this point we do not care, in their madness they committed the greatest act of mass murder in human history. In return we put them down like mad dogs. If you try to bring them back we will put you down like dogs. To those of you who want to be decent we are willing to help you regain your homes and rebuild. There will be a new Estonia and it will be free from russian control and influence."

The intercom ended.

"That is all."

Liam shrugged, and we walked forward he started talking.

"Once upon a time the mongols conqured a great land, they however could not do it alone, they needed collaborators people who would work with them, one city decided to do so with gusto and they used the position to become rich and powerful, then in time they created their own empire."

He stoped.

"That city was Moscow."

Were we creating a new monster, a new threat? I didn't know, nobody knew.

 

Ralph Essen

"Mind if I sit here?"

The two of us looked up. African american, southern accent, purple suit and turban, he had a glass gem in the turban that looked like a purple eye.

"It's an occupied country."

I shrugged and he sat down.

"Name's Malcom Goodwitch."

Mage, I felt a slight breeze, autumn magi. Goodwitch, an old name, a mage name, in the first century a lot of unwanted kids got dumped on Compass, the old bird renamed them and he wasn't that creative, Goodwitch, wand, wizard, staff, Dragon, Lazerwolf, he kept records on them for future family members to look over.

"School?"

"New Orleans academy of magic."

I nodded.

"Good school."

He looked at me.

"School?"

"Compass."

"Really you sound like a shytown boy, why not Dragon U?"

I sighed.

"Didn't have the money or the time."

He looked at Liam.

"You?"

"Swedish, there was a choice between Trosa, Brunnsberg, and Stockholm. I choose Trosa."

"Doens't that mean?"

"Panty... yes, yes it does, and yes I have heard all the jokes."

He nodded.

"Thanks, notice there are four chairs, is it ok?"

We sighed.

"Fine."

"DAVE, FOUND A SEAT!"

A man, in a shabby suit walked in and sat down, he wore a star of david.

"Hey Mal who are these guys?"

"Ralph."

"Liam."

"David Goldman, Summer mage, Nuuk academy of magic, former hometown. I'm here to help keep the geothermal plant going."

He looked at us, I let Liam talk.

"We're Navy dropping off food and supplies."

David nodded and motioned towards Malcom.

"Autum mage, I'm a troubleshooter."

Liam looked at him dismissively.

"Really?"

"Well yeah, my job is to try to get numbers on what's most likely to go wrong."

"Really, a fortune teller then."

Malcome frowned.

"Not really, I try to look for mechanical failures, see what parts of the arcology are having problems and direct repairs to them before it becomes a problem."

"So fortune telling."

Malcom sighed.

"Fortune telling or divination is a completely different field, and mostly what you're doing is telling people the likely results of an action, the chances of an idea working or what will add to your chance of success. Which is honestly a pain in the butt because human beings are difficult to predict, it's honestly easier to predict the weather then people. Especially when you're in a skry vs. skry environment."

He leaned back.

"So Winter, doctor I assume?"

Liam nodded, Malcom put up his hand.

"Sorry about taking seats at your table but pretty much every restaurant is packed. How about I get you guys some coffee to make up for it?"

We nodded our agreement, and Liam nodded, he looked at Malcom.

"So, you're a mage, I bet the, you know community loves you."

Malcom grimaced.

"Did that feel as awkward for you as it did for me?"

Liam nodded, and Malcom sighed.

"Wish it was that simple."

"But you got to beat Jim Crow."

He hissed.

"Um."

"Yeah, the community has kind of always had a love hate relationship with us."

He shrugged.

"It's complicated."

Liam looked over at David.

"And you?"

"Israel, we're pretty much the go to experts on Geothermal plants, underground construction, and hydroponics."

Liam lifted an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yeah when your homeland is an icy wasteland, living underground makes sense."

"Like treating the indigenous people like shit."

David blinked, he took off his glasses and cleaned them.

"They have full voting rights, freedom of religion, and are full citizens."

"And all it cost them was their land."

David frowned.

"The Vikings stole the land from the natives, the Danes stole it from the Vikings, and we got the land from the yankees after the danes started a war of choice. A large amount of us pre-Rapture lived in underground cities and caverns, that we dug out through hard work. The vast majority of the natives live on the surface."

He paused.

"They have the right to vote, hold office, freedom of religion, and they do own land, its just that land ownership works on a three dimensional plane in Israel. The Inuits have land ownership rights to the surface and to land up to 7 Meters below that. They don't have a right to buy up a bunch of cheap surface land and then try to evict everyone who lives under that."

David leaned in.

"If you're looking for a point of comparisson we treat our natives better then Canada does, then Australia did, then America does. A couple land speculators tried to screw over millions of people and got burnt, I'm not feeling a whole lot of sympathy."

"What about their health care? Their education there?"

"That stuff gets budgeted for them, but at the end of the day we are a democracy and that means that the majority is going to get their way the majority of the time. Really the only reason we get so much crap for this is because every antisemites wants to use it to bash us over the head everytime they want to fuck with us or extort money."

"It still isn't fair."

David put on his glasses.

"It wasn't fair when the romans kicked us out, it wasn't fair when we were treated like second class citizens, it wasn't fair that we were murdered in pogroms, it wasn't fair that we got chased, robbed and kicked out of any place we settled. It's not fair that we were not allowed to worship our holiest sites in old Israel pre-Rapture, and it's not fair that the nazis robbed us of all our property and money and sent the now pennieless refugees to a frozen wasteland and extorted their new homeland for the privilege of dealing with that problem."

David frowned.

"Life isn't fair, we were given a frozen chunk of rock a icy hell and we turned it into a 1st world country. You want to live in the waste and away from civilization fine, but don't go bitching to us when shit goes wrong."

The coffee arrived and I smiled.

"So um, it's all instant here."

The mood relaxed as we all agreed that our mutual loathing of instant coffee took precidence over any historical grudges, mutual enemies were great like that.

 

Ralph Essen

I said my goodbyes and wandered the city of the damned alone. People left me alone, I was a magi and that ensured my peace as I tried to make sense of a world gone mad. I was getting hungry and I heard some music. I looked up.

"Figures."

Jollybee's were everywhere, you couldn't escape the damned things. I pulled on my power, getting in touch with spirit magic casting a translation spell and walked inside.

"Hey."

The song was low and slow, translation spells were really only useful for face to face communication or writing, music on a radio or a CD didn't translate. The proprieter looked at me.

"Mage."

I nodded.

"We're going to be closing soon, but I can cook one last meal."

"Thanks."

"What do you want?"

"Surprise me."

He nodded.

"Fiesta noodles it is."

The music was low and sad.

"How did you know?"

He looked at me.

"I know what that symbol means but even without it, I know what a translation spell sounds like, it's slow, halting, a little off, and the person's mouth doesn't match the words."

"Want me to stop?"

He shook his head.

"No, I haven't heard Tagalong in months but it seems like forever."

I closed my eyes.

"Don't recognize the band."

"Juan Dela Cruz, the songs name is Ang Himig Natin."
I listened to it.

"What's it about?"

He smiled as he cooked.

"If you're serious about it then you will look it up on your own, I won't spoil the mystery."

I nodded, the noddles smelled good.

"So the band's name?"

He continued to cook.

"Juan Dela Cruz, kind of like your Uncle Sam except he doesn't wear a wizard hat. Our national personification, a kind of helpless romantic lost and perservering after one disaster after another. He's us, the good and the bad, the name comes from that."

I looked at the bowl as it landed in front of me hot and steamy.

"I'm sorry we weren't able to save the world."

The words felt empty, after so long of thinking of ourselves as heroes, as the good guys we failed completely and utterly and we failed to save more because our president was a shortsighted asshole. The man shrugged.

"Ang buhay ay parang gulong, minsang nasa ibabaw, minsang nasa ilalim."

I blinked.

"Ah I managed to find something your magic couldn't translate."

I sighed.

"I was never that good at spirit magic."

"Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down. The world ended, over a billion people died, and you failed to save more people because your president did not think the snake was crazy enough to bite."

He sighed.

"We forgave him you know, Reagan."

I blinked.

"What?"

"He was an actor, a foolish man who made foolish mistakes, but he took responsibility for it in the end, pity for the cleaning crew though."

I sighed and took a bite.

"It's good."

Say this about Jollybee their menu could be limited but there was a reason these things were everywhere.

"I know."

He took a breath and closed his eyes.

"It's not all bad, the Earth is still here, life will come back, we live amongst the stars."

"You lost your home."

He shrugged.

"Really? My family is still alive, my family house still exists on Chaldene, we lost our place on Earth and gained another world. The moon is gone yes but when our artificial night ends the glory of Jupiter is in the sky."

"You're handling being lost pretty well."

"I'm a Filipino, I think it's in our nature to always be a little lost, now we have an entire world to be lost in. The Earth is gone and now greater glory awaits those of us brave enough to claim the future."

"What's it like? Your homeworld?"

He smiled.

"A world of freshwater oceans, of endless islands large and small, the unknown awaits."

"So adventure, exploration and beautiful women."

He smirked.

"I'm a Filipino, we are sadly cursed to be surrounded by gorgeous women."

We both smiled and I took another bite.

"Too many people died."

"I know, but where there is life there is hope."

I felt better somehow, with those words, with the food. I place the money on the table.

"Thanks."

"So where too next?"

"We look for the surviving remnants and try to send them food, supplies, until we get to Indonesia and then we go home."

"Wish you luck then, old sailor."

"Wish you luck young cook."

I left the restaurant and watched as the lights turned off, with that done I walked the hallways heading back to my ship, heading back into a dead world
and a eternally black sky.

 

Ralph Essen


"Why are you here?"

David Goldstein, the man from earlier from the coffee shop.

"Going home, aren't a lot of civilian transports, I have my paperwork in order."

I looked over at the MP and he shrugged.

"Paperwork's in order, he's limited to the residential parts of the ship and has a security clearance of non-existant but he is coming with us."

I sighed.

"Fine."

It wasn't any of my business.

"Mind showing him were he's authorized to go?"

Only one more year, just one more deployment and I'm gone.

"Fine. Follow me."

David followed me. His suit was still shabby and his suitcase had wheels that squeeked a little too loudly.

"So this your first job?"

Dave shook his head.

"No, Terra industries likes to move me around, this is my second job for them. First one was working with the powerplant in Spooky Bay."

"Not familiar with it."

"Used be called Jamaca bay before the Magi moved in, it's a series of islands near New York city, has a nice series of leylines near it."

He paused.

"I worked in the Rufflebar powerplant, our job was to keep the lights on."

"So you worked in New York city?"

Dave smirked.

"No I worked in New York county, Spooky bay isn't technically a part of the city. It's a part of the New York special administrative zone, it pays taxes to the city but it isn't a part of the city. You see if it was a part of the city they wouldn't be able to provide magic based healing services but if they were completely cut off NYC wouldn't have the tax revinue. So this is a work around."

"The AMA must be pissed."

David shrugged.

"They are but the federal government isn't willing to fight the issue on their behalf, especially with some of the richest donors using those services."

He paused.

"Last time they tried the NYPD went to their headquarters and protested in front of their offices."

I dimmly remembered that.

"Really?"

"Mundane healing is terrible at fixing backs, knees, or missing limbs or anything truely major. No one wants to be crippled for life because some lazy shmucks can't get with the program."

He looked at me.

"Seriously, don't understand why you guys don't force your doctors to learn magic, or at least tell them to get the fuck over themselves and get out of their
magis' way."

"Religious reasons."

"Bullshit, we made peace with magic, the damned Pope made peace with magic, this shits been around for over 200 years by now. People shouldn't have to fucking die because some backwards in the sticks feels fucking uncomfortable."

I sighed.

"Magics a rural phenomenon in the US, most of us live live in the sticks, the anti magic evangelicals live in the suburbs. Your average redneck is a whole lot friendlier to us then the suit and tie set."

Dave blinked.

"Fuck the suburbs."

I shrugged, what can you do bored housewives and soccer moms had power and didn't particularly care for us or liked us. They didn't care that magic kept the roads intact, that magic powered their cities, and when little Timmy got fucked up and the hospital couldn't fix it they would show up, have us fix his boo boo and then go back to spitting on us.

To be a mage was to live either in the city or small towns and rural areas, those places in between, those suburbs? We weren't welcome there, it was enemy country a foreign land held by the last holdouts of superstition, holding on to their ignorance and prejudice like gold.

Always hated when the idiots from the burbs came onto the fleet, it always took too long to deprogram them and they sometimes got good men killed because of their bullshit.

 

Ralph Essen

It had been 12 hours since our flyboys left, 12 hours of flying around North Africa looking for any sign of life. We stood on the deck silently in the darkness. Other fleets had found scattered survivors in the ruines of C, scattered bedouin tribes. The official rule down the pipe is that any muslims would be sent to the turks, Jews would be sent to Israel, and christians and other would be picked up by anyone willing to make the move.

We were silent, the noon sky was a hazy grey. We heard the hum of engines, the planes landed. The pilots took off their helmets, their eyes tired, the commander looked at them, and shook his head. Magi in bright blue suits looked at the commander with dead eyes.
Powerful magic used to scan for any human life, mixed with the latest and greatest scanners, looking for any sign of life. They shook their heads, no survivors. An airship shown in the sky, we smiled airships like that were tasked with the hard duty of lingering. The commander was given a radio and frowned.

"MAKE SPACE!"

We scooted to the very edge of the aircraft carrier as the small airship landed, we waited in anticipation. A crew brought out a desiccated body on a stretcher and clasped their hands behind their backs. They looked thin, I had listen in on rumors around me.
This was the crew of the Arcadia, all of them had volunteered to stay behind, to cut their rations in half, to spend an entire year just looking for anyone, not many people were willing to do that.

"Russian Plague."

The commander looked at the body, as I got closer I noticed that it was the dried out body of a small child, his mouth open in pain, in suffering.

"Well people no luck, we're going south."

We opened space for the crew of the Arcadia. They would be given first choice of the best of everything we had, all of them had earned it. They looked at us their eyes staring into space with looks of defeat.

Russian Plague, a catch all term for the cocktail of biological weapons the russians released after they used their nukes. The closest thing to describe how deadly it was, how effective it was, was the great dying of the native tribes of the americas when the old world came.

If you didn't have alchemical drugs on hand it had a 90% death rate. When we captured Estonia it took every mage we had working round the clock to keep the Estonians alive. The greatest fleet humanity ever took, the largest concentration of magi the world ever saw used in anger. All of that power tied up for 6 months because of something some soviet scientist absentmindedly cooked up in a lab.

By the time the crisis had been dealt with, by the time we were ready to conquer the members of the Pact that refused to surrender they were dead. From radiation storms, from famine, from civil war, and the all encompasing spread of the Russian Plague.

"No survivors."

We went back to sleep, our fleet taking us further south. We busied ourselves with doing maintenance as we traveled south. We sent out our flyboys, every time we got a reply of no survivors. This continued until we got past the Equator, slowly the dark haze ended, the world lit up in a dirty sky.
We stared at the sun as it tried to make its way through the darkness.

"Beautiful."

I blinked and looked to my side.

"Liam?"

He nodded.

"The sun still rises, that counts for something right?"

We turned our eyes to shore and saw grass and life. Here in the south there was still nature, there was still life.

"Think we will find survivors?"

Liam leaned against the edge of the ship.

"I volunteered for fleet duty last year, we searched Africa best we could, all we found were ruins and the bodies of the dead."

His voice was haunted and music played.

"Japan's turn."

I tried desperately to change the subject.

"Yeah... don't recognize the song."

"Plastic love, heard it in a tea shop in Osaka when it first came out in 84."

The music stopped.

"Gentlemen good news, our subs fround someone."

We smiled as the announcement stopped. The world was silent and then our eyes opened as two submarines forced a sub to the surface, Marines jumped on the sub inbetween, they brought out glowing swords and started cuting into the ship. It was then that I noticed the markings.

"Soviet."

We heard gunfire, and then watched as thin emaciated men were dragged out. They looked at us with wild eyes and fear as they were forced out of their sub. 15 men were lifted to the top of our ship. We handcuffed them and chairs were brought out. The commander came out and looked at the men.

"Essen, translation spell."

I stepped forward my hands moving, as my commanders eyes narrowed.

"I want you to be honest with me."

He looked at them.

"What was your sub carrying?"

The leader glared at our commander.

"I am Captain Popov 13278."

The commander stood over them.

"The Soviet Union is dead son, Russia is dead, tell me what your sub is carrying."

"I am Captain Popov 13278."

The commander looked at the marines.

"Search the ship, bring a spooky with you, no two of 'em, I want a spring and a winter."

Liam and I raised our hands. We were lowered onto the sub. I placed my hands on it my eyes closed.

"It's nuclear powered."

The marines nodded. We went inside the hole, I kept my hands on the submarine, trying to find out what kind of sub it was.

"Spooky what's your 12?"

I poured more power trying to analize the make up of the ship, seeing it in my mind's eye.

"It's not magically shielded, no wards to speak of, it has missile launch capability but it's too small to be nuclear."

The marine commander nodded.

"If they're just recon they might live through this."

It had been four years since the end of the world, there was a chance that tempers had cooled enough to spare their lives. I stopped.

"There's a room, locked, mechanical, the code is 666, go down a level and three doors to the left."

Liam left with them as I continued to scan every inch of the sub with my mind. I couldn't control it of course but I knew the very essence of the sub. Liam tapped me on the shoulder his face white, his hands clenched.

"Liam."

"Let's get the fuck out of here."

Everything about him spoke of a quiet rage, we climped up a rope ladder to the top of the carrier. The commander looked at us.

"And?"

Liam glared at the russians with cold hate.

"Biological weapons, russian plague, they were out of missiles but I found the residue."

The commander's face was frozen.

"That's serious."

Liam brought out a scrap of paper.

"Translation spell should still be good."

The commander grabbed it and his body turned pale.

"Im' going to call the rest of the fleet."

He stormed off while the russians looked at us with defiant eyes. When the commander came back the sun was getting low in the sky.

"Sir?"

"The Angolians are comming."

We looked ahead as a small ship flying the angolan flag came up to us, waited while they were brought out. We said nothing while they opened boxes. The boxes were full of AK47s, stamped with marks showing that the guns were made in the Soviet Union. The music turned back on, and played at full blast. All of us turned our backs.

The sounds of the great Maria Takeuchi played on it's highest volume, it almost hid the sound of screaming, it almost covered up the sound of gunfire. We all kept our eyes on the horizon as the black bags were thrown over board.

We said nothing as the song repeated, Liam stood next to me his hands shaking.

"It's a good song."

I nodded.

"Yeah it is, it's better with a nice cup of coffee."

 

Ralph Essen


The rest of the trip involved us sending out the flyboys and them coming back empty handed.
The world fell into a dull routine as we floated through the south seas. The sun peeked through a dingy brown sky and instead of a biting cold we dealt with a mild warmth.

"Brits turn."

Liam had taken to visiting our ship a lot.

"Careless whisper."

Our ships headed towards the city of Medan, the new capital of Indonesia. Indonesia had either been lucky or cursed, depending on how you looked at it. Only Java got hit by the soviets' nukes and bioweapons. Unfortunately that island had over half the country's population.

The government that survived put the entire island on quarantine, everyone on Java died but the rest of the country survived. Most nations either couldn't or wouldn't do things like that. They're not around anymore. They either died, became refugees, or formed small city states or roaving bands.
Indonesia was the only country to maintain its independence, and remain a nation state, they could have become kings of the new world.

"UN granted their request."

"I thought project Rapture was a one off Liam?"

He leaned back.

"There was a fuck up, Neso's Markers didn't add any energy to Rapture."

"That bad?"

"Far enough away to not cause a cascade failure, the Rapture was the greatest act of magic in human history, the Solar system's leylines will need at least a generation to recover."

Liam paused.

"But all the death caused by the fall, it's juiced up Earth's leylines to above capacity."

"Can it be done?"

Liam sighed.

"Yeah but it's a one off."

We watched as indonesian ships sailed towards us, messages were being relayed. We stood at attention as a helicopter flew towards us, a man in a business suit walked out, the commander of the mission greeted him.

"Are you sure about this?"

The man in the suit, Indonesian looked at us, he took off a pair of sunglasses and looked at us with dead and tired eyes.

"Earth is dead, we will start a new life around Neptune."

The commander ordered radios and all of us magi went into position. We watched as other ships, other international fleets, and indonesian ships formed a circle around the islands, this must have been in the works for awhile if they were able to get so many.

I looked up.

"Oh shit."

I saw a glowing light in the distance, Liam froze.

"He's here."

My mouth went dry.

"Merlin never leaves the zone."

Liam looked at me.

"Well he has now."

We watched in awe as a giant glowing bird the size of a small truck flew closer to our ship. He landed on the deck of our aircraft carrier. The commander took off his hat, we followed his example, this was Merlin the last Phoenix. The founder of the first school of magic on the planet, savior of the human race.

"It is done."

The commander shook and saluted.

"Are you sure?"

"The excess energy is enough to do a swap between Earth and Neso."

The Indonesian man nodded.

"We thank you for our new world."

The commander looked at us.

"WELL PEOPLE STOP LOLLYGAGGING, WE HAVE A MIRACLE TO PULL OFF!"

We scattered, bringing out candles, drawing circles, and when we were ready we started chanting. The great bird chanted with us, to outsiders it sounded like chirping static, a language of a dead people who no longer existed. The language of the Phoenix, blue pillars of light rose from every ship and from the islands in the distance. We saw a glowing blue circle in the sky and then everything went blue.

Time and space vanished and we all staggered, when our vision came back we stared in awe at Neptune in the night sky.

"Beautiful."

The Indonesian man fell to his knees.

"Beautiful."

He started crying, none of us judged him for it, it was ok. This time, this moment didn't belong to us, it didn't even belong to Merlin. It belonged to the 80 million people in the distance. This wasn't our time, our place, our world. If he needed to let it out that was ok.
I looked at the sky and wondered how things went so wrong, what caused this mess.

"So now what?"

I shrugged.

"I'm retiring, I'm going to wander, read, try to figure out why and how."

The question nagged at me, what caused the end of the world? No one knew the answer but I wanted to find out.

 

Ralph Essen


I was 18 when I joined the Navy. I drew an unlucky number, got pushed through the rapid learning chambers to learn magic as quickly as possible and get my degree in mechanical engineering. I got stuck in the Ganges, going up and down that river while we tried to save India from the Chi Coms.
We pulled it off, but while we were distracted Vietnam was lost, Cambodia was lost and if the dice had landed a different way Thailand would have been lost. That was what it was like fighting Ivan. No matter what you did you didn't really win, you just managed to keep your head above water.

Ivan didn't believe in letting you have a clear win.

"Should have given us some shore leave."

Goldstein, we had met on and off over the years, the Navy kept moving us around. There were too few of us, and the navy had to compete with the rest of the military for every mage they could get. I remember those first 4 years, me and a small ship going up the Ganges.
That lasted until Chang got a lucky shot on our ship. We fought our way to shore, we fought our way back to allied lines and when the fighting was over I was the only one left.

"This was important and you know some idiot jarhead would have ruined everything."

Goldstein nodded at my comment, it was standard navy protocol, when all else fails blame the marines. We watched as flashes of light came from the other boats.

"Going home."

He looked at me.

"Really, want to leave all this?"

I was 18 when I joined the navy, I was 38 now. I remembered the first time I took some leave, I remembered returning home to Chicago, and I remembered one thing from that vacation.

The world moved on without me, my friends moved on without me, the old neighborhood had changed, I had changed and I didn't belong there anymore. That was the last vacation I took, the last time I returned to Chicago. I wandered from post to post, from boat to boat.

I did what was asked of me, life became a collection of people wandering in and out of my life. They say the military gives you direction, maybe that's true for some people. Not for me. I had a plan, I had direction and then those plans shattered like glass on a small patrol boat in a river.

There were sign up bonuses and I put them into savings. I got CDs, I lived cheaply and simply. Occasionally I had company but nothing came of it. I drifted in and out of other people's lives and they drifted in and out of mine.

"Yeah, I did my duty, Uncle Sam can find someone else."

Goldstine nodded.

"What then?"

I thought about it.

"I want to find out the truth, find out where we all went wrong."

I checked my watch.

"Show time."

We gathered into our circle and chanted. Our weight was prime, it was midnight and the leylines were powered and ready to go. Our hands went down and the world blurred. With that done we went out and looked outside, 2 moons glowed in the distance as we floated towards San Diego.

"Be it ever so humble."

We were all silent as we headed into port. I gathered the few things I owned and put them into my rucksack, I looked around. I didn't bother decorating my room. I turned off the lights one last time and slept. When I woke up I joined a line of men and went to administration.
I was given the honor of being told I would recieve checks in the mail until my unused vacation time ran out, and was given a handshake. With that done I left. I didn't have a direction to go in, not really, my old life was over and I could do anything now.

So what did I want to do? I wanted to find out where it all went wrong, that one moment that caused our downfall. That mistake that caused the end of an entire world, 4 years after the end and no one knows why the russians went crazy. No one knows why everything ended.

I wandered the city and froze.

"Aram's used books."

The bell tinkled as I went in, and older man looked at me in annoyance.

"I don't sell porn."

I frowned.

"I'm not here for that."

He shrugged.

"What are you here for?"

"History, I want history books, journals, biographies, the past, I want to know where it all went, well..."

"Wrong."

The man nodded at me and motioned with his hand.

"You're not the only one with questions. When the end came I sold out of everything."

I followed him into the stacks.

"Really?"

"Yeah, some people wanted to escape, some people wanted to know why, and some people wanted new skills for a new world, it was a good time."

"And now?"

"And now people want science fiction, they want cowboys, they want to pretend that nothing changed, it doesn't work but it makes them feel better."

He pulled a book out and blew on it, I coughed as the dust hit me in the face.

"Louis Le Pen, part of the orginal 1337."

I blinked.

"Compass' first class."

I remembered the mural, the room of statues dedicated to each student, the first class, the first magi, I had to have it.

"Do you take credit?"

The old man frowned.

"Cash then."

I had to have this book, he smiled and stacked on other books, I bought them all.

"Here."

He put them into a cloth bag.

"Hope you find what you're looking for."

I left the book store smiling. I had over 20 years of savings, more then enough money to buy a boat, more then enough money to buy supplies. I decided I needed to travel. I needed to read and wander. I got a hotel room and started reading.

 

Louis Le Pen 1820


"Unhand my sister foul sorcerer!"

Jaque held his sword in the sky, my heart beat as I took in the scent of Anderea's hair.

"NEVER!"

I pulled out my sword and the two of us clashed, my skill had grown but Jaque had been trained by an actual sword teacher while me? Well I didn't have that luck.

"HAH VILLAIN, Your blade is gone! DIE MONSTER!"

I felt the sword hit me, I fell to the ground and chortled and died.

"FOOL, I WAS SO CLOSE TO VICTORY!"

I gasped and closed my eyes, the darkness comming. I laid there for awhile until I heard clapping.

"Bravo, bravo good job brother."

I got up and joined Jaque as we bowed to Andrea, my heart beat just a little faster as she smiled, I was 12
years old, she was 10 and she meant the world to me.

"And good job to you Louis."

We moved over and she gave both of us a kiss on the cheek, then we helped move her forward. Andrea couldn't walk, she had been born crippled, thankfully she was a member of the nobility, if a minor branch. She would have servants to tend to her, to make sure she was alright.

Servants like me.

I was 12 now and the time where I could play and be friends with Andrea and Jaque were coming to an end. I would be expected to work, Jaque would go into some boarding school and then into the military and become an officer, Andrea would be wedded to some noble man eventually, and I would be left behind.

I helped Jaque move Andrea back into the house, she was stoic as we moved her wheelchair, and I thought about my future, a future of cleaning houses, doing chores and being one of the invisible masses. I wouldn't have a chance to join Jaque at school, or learn a trade or be someone. 12 years old and my life already looked gloomy and bleak.

"Nonsense."

I blinked as we walked in.

"I assure you Pierre it is completely true, Merlin is very real."

"Brother your time in the war may have knocked a few things loose, mystical creatures, magic it isn't real."

The younger man brought out a glowing blue feather.

"I grabbed a soviener when I was over there."

My eyes settled on the feather and I watched as the other man brought out a small knife, and cut himself.
Then I watched as he waved the feather over the wound, and I watched it heal.

"Merlin is real, I watched him destroy the british army, watched him destroy their ships, watched him heal our people."

He placed the feather on the table.

"He's building a school of magic, if we send Jaque there he could learn things, and come back and help your
girl walk."

"Lets say this is real."

I leaned forward.

"I'm not damning my son's soul with witchcraft, I'm not."

Sometimes in life, there is a moment where you see opportunity where one thing, one action can change your entire
life.

"I will do it."

The two men turned their heads, Andrea stared at me.

"Even if it costs me my soul, I will help Andrea walk again."

My master looked shocked but his brother smiled.

"And you are?"

"Louis Le pen a servant of the family, you have done so much for us, it is only right that I return your family's kindness sir."

"Louis..."

My master grimaced, and his brother patted me on the back.

"Pierre, this is for your daughter, I have enough savings to send the boy over to this school of magic, I do not
know what they charge but together we can do this."

My master closed his eyes.

"You don't have to do this Louis."

"It's for Anderea sir."

He clenched his hands.

"I will help you pack."

I smiled and bowed, the old road that seemed so dreadful was gone, replaced by something far more uncertain and at that moment I was happy.

 

Louis Le pen


I said goodbye to my mother soon after that and was put on the next boat to the Americas. You think things would take more time but Monsieur Gaston, my master's brother only had a short vacation from the army, and he wanted his niece cured and walking as soon as possible. My mother was a woman of faith but she also understood that our continued survival depended on her position as the family's maid. So she stoically hugged me and told me to stay true to the lord.

I set sail that night. The journey was a dull one, the sailors didn't want to talk after they found out why I was traveling to the Americas. I was the cursed child, the damned child, I suppose I should have taken it more personally but this was an adventure. I never thought I would have a chance to leave brittany, much less learn the dark arts, but I was determined to do so.

I prayed that Jesus would forgive me for the transgression but I needed to gain this power to save Andrea, to help out one of the few children that I proudly called friend.

"We are getting close witch boy."

The sailor didn't sneer at me, and I didn't hear any scorn in his voice, there was more pity in his voice then anything else. I grabbed my trunk and got out of the corner that I had claimed for my own. I felt the wind as I moved to the top of the ship. It was then I saw the strange glow in the distance.

"It's unnatural captain."

The sailors were all on deck staring at the glow.

"Of course it is, it's magic, but we're not here to stay, we're just here to unload our cargo, get some goods
and get out of here."

The old man looked at me with wary eyes.

"You can still change your mind boy, I... if you have no where to go I could make you a member of the crew, it's not much of a life but it's an honest one."

I held my trunk tightly.

"I made a promise to a little girl that she would walk again sir."

The man sighed.

"I guess a man has to do what he has to do."

The old man offered me a bottle and I took a drink. The alcohol burned in my throat, then I gave it back to him. I watched as the glow changed color as we drifted up a river, I saw what looked to be a small harbor village as we passed by, eventually seeing a massive tree.

It was the single biggest thing I have ever seen in my life, it jutted straight out of the water, and it's leaves glowed with ever shifting light. I felt a sense of awe and wonder.

"It's real."

I stared in wonder as we got closer and closer to the tree. The ship stopped and creatures with tentacles for legs floated towards the ship. The one in the lead brought out a letter, the captain grimaced as he read the note.

"Bring out the cargo!"

I walked forward along with 3 other people, an older man and a young couple who held hands. The creatures brought out a chest and opened it, the captain stared at the gold and shook his head as he took it, we walked forward off the ship, into the depths of the great tree.

The insides were unlike anything I have ever seen, everything was rounded, smooth and curved. I saw strange symbols on doors, the walls and the ceiling. We walked in silence, the creatures holding our belongings until we got to a great hall.

I saw a large throne made out of swords, guns and cannons and other weapons, on it sat a giant blue owl that glowed with light. He looked at us as we walked into the great hall. I saw row after row of tables, it was mostly empty with clusters of people inside. The owl nodded.

"It looks like the last of my students have arrived just in time."

He looked at the rest.

"Congratulations, you are the very first class of Compass Academy of magic."

The creature got off of its throne.

"There are exactly 1337 of you, somehow I don't think I should be surprised at that number but I somehow am. 982 of you are americans, the rest of you are from Europe, the Americas, the caribbean, and huh one person from Korea."

He lifted his wing.

"Welcome to Compass Mr.Park! Congratulations, Korea got here before either China or Japan."

The man waved back.

"Oh by the way the hall is under a translation spell so the're not speaking your language everything's just being translated for your benefit. So going further, most of you are men but there are 312 women here, they're not servants they are fellow students."

He nodded.

"Compass does not discriminate based on race, religion, sex or country of origin... that last part as per the compact might change if there's a war between america and your country of orgin. Your food, your housing, even your clothing will be provided by the academy for the duration of your stay. There are no entrance or tuition fees. There is a scam going round were people pretend to be my agents to get people's money."

The owl's eyes narrowed.

"We're currently in the process of bringing those men to justice, but quite a few of you, well I'm sorry you were lied to but the good news is that your education will be free, those of you who brought money here, feel free to keep it."

The owl smiled as plates of food were brought forward.

"There are of course rules, which we will go into depth to later on they basically all boil down to this."

The owl got up.

"Don't be an ass, oh and as for age, rang it looks like it goes all the way from age 2... why do we have a 2 year old here? To well the venerable mister Franklin."

An old man brought up a glass of wine.

"School hours are during the week days, the weekends are yours to do with as you please, within reason. You can also take a ship to the nearby city of Brockton bay, please note that the 'do not be an ass' rule is firmly in place there. We are a part of the great bay community and you will treat them with respect."

He paused.

"And if you knock some girl up there you will take responsbility, I have spells that can firmly settle the matter of who the father is, you know who you are."

Mr. Franklin shrugged and took a drink, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"Very well, you'e all tired and hungry go ahead eat, after that you will be taken to your rooms and we can start your education. Welcome to Compass Academy."

 

Louis Le pen


I said goodbye to my mother soon after that and was put on the next boat to the Americas. You think things would take more time but Monsieur Gaston, my master's brother only had a short vacation from the army, and he wanted his niece cured and walking as soon as possible. My mother was a woman of faith but she also understood that our continued survival depended on her position as the family's maid. So she stoically hugged me and told me to stay true to the lord.

I set sail that night. The journey was a dull one, the sailors didn't want to talk after they found out why I was traveling to the Americas. I was the cursed child, the damned child, I suppose I should have taken it more personally but this was an adventure. I never thought I would have a chance to leave brittany, much less learn the dark arts, but I was determined to do so.

I prayed that Jesus would forgive me for the transgression but I needed to gain this power to save Andrea, to help out one of the few children that I proudly called friend.

"We are getting close witch boy."

The sailor didn't sneer at me, and I didn't hear any scorn in his voice, there was more pity in his voice then anything else. I grabbed my trunk and got out of the corner that I had claimed for my own. I felt the wind as I moved to the top of the ship. It was then I saw the strange glow in the distance.

"It's unnatural captain."

The sailors were all on deck staring at the glow.

"Of course it is, it's magic, but we're not here to stay, we're just here to unload our cargo, get some goods
and get out of here."

The old man looked at me with wary eyes.

"You can still change your mind boy, I... if you have no where to go I could make you a member of the crew, it's not much of a life but it's an honest one."

I held my trunk tightly.

"I made a promise to a little girl that she would walk again sir."

The man sighed.

"I guess a man has to do what he has to do."

The old man offered me a bottle and I took a drink. The alcohol burned in my throat, then I gave it back to him. I watched as the glow changed color as we drifted up a river, I saw what looked to be a small harbor village as we passed by, eventually seeing a massive tree.

It was the single biggest thing I have ever seen in my life, it jutted straight out of the water, and it's leaves glowed with ever shifting light. I felt a sense of awe and wonder.

"It's real."

I stared in wonder as we got closer and closer to the tree. The ship stopped and creatures with tentacles for legs floated towards the ship. The one in the lead brought out a letter, the captain grimaced as he read the note.

"Bring out the cargo!"

I walked forward along with 3 other people, an older man and a young couple who held hands. The creatures brought out a chest and opened it, the captain stared at the gold and shook his head as he took it, we walked forward off the ship, into the depths of the great tree.

The insides were unlike anything I have ever seen, everything was rounded, smooth and curved. I saw strange symbols on doors, the walls and the ceiling. We walked in silence, the creatures holding our belongings until we got to a great hall.
I saw a large throne made out of swords, guns and cannons and other weapons, on it sat a giant blue owl that glowed with light. He looked at us as we walked into the great hall. I saw row after row of tables, it was mostly empty with clusters of people inside. The owl nodded.

"It looks like the last of my students have arrived just in time."

He looked at the rest.

"Congratulations, you are the very first class of Compass Academy of magic."

The creature got off of its throne.

"There are exactly 1337 of you, somehow I don't think I should be surprised at that number but I somehow am. 982 of you are americans, the rest of you are from Europe, the Americas, the caribbean, and huh one person from Korea."

He lifted his wing.

"Welcome to Compass Mr.Park! Congratulations, Korea got here before either China or Japan."

The man waved back.

"Oh by the way the hall is under a translation spell so the're not speaking your language everything's just being translated for your benefit. So going further, most of you are men but there are 312 women here, they're not servants they are fellow students."

He nodded.

"Compass does not discriminate based on race, religion, sex or country of origin... that last part as per the compact might change if there's a war between america and your country of orgin. Your food, your housing, even your clothing will be provided by the academy for the duration of your stay. There are no entrance or tuition fees. There is a scam going round were people pretend to be my agents to get people's money."

The owl's eyes narrowed.

"We're currently in the process of bringing those men to justice, but quite a few of you, well I'm sorry you were lied to but the good news is that your education will be free, those of you who brought money here, feel free to keep it."

The owl smiled as plates of food were brought forward.

"There are of course rules, which we will go into depth to later on they basically all boil down to this."

The owl got up.

"Don't be an ass, oh and as for age, rang it looks like it goes all the way from age 2... why do we have a 2 year old here? To well the venerable mister Franklin."

An old man brought up a glass of wine.

"School hours are during the week days, the weekends are yours to do with as you please, within reason. You can also take a ship to the nearby city of Brockton bay, please note that the 'do not be an ass' rule is firmly in place there. We are a part of the great bay community and you will treat them with respect."

He paused.

"And if you knock some girl up there you will take responsbility, I have spells that can firmly settle the matter of who the father is, you know who you are."

Mr. Franklin shrugged and took a drink, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"Very well, you'e all tired and hungry go ahead eat, after that you will be taken to your rooms and we can start your education. Welcome to Compass Academy."

 

Louis Le pen


I opened my eyes and then closed them. It was too bright and I felt a sense of pain.

"It takes awhile to adjust to your new senses."

Merlin's voice echoed. I felt cold and wet, and miserable.

"Huh?"

"And for the memories to return."

I took in a breath and fell the chill in my lungs, and remembered the dinner. We were the first class, our season would be chosen randomly, our abilities picked on the whims of fate, other future classes would have more control over their fate but the school needed to start out roughly even.

"So what season?"

"Winter, Mr Hebert, the other seasons have 334 people winter has 335, you were the last person to be picked."

I took in a breath.

"Everything feels so cold."

"That feeling will fade in a few hours. I know it doesn't help but everyone else is also experiencing the after affects of their awakening."

"Awakening?"

"That moment when you contract with your season and connect your very soul to its power. You have made your first step in becoming a magi young one."

I opened my eyes and saw a knight in armor.

"I thought you were a phoenix?"

"I am talking to you through a golem, and to the others also through golems. I think teaching magic one on one is the most effective way to teach it. Yet there is only me. The enchantments of this school allow me to split my attention and hold over a million conversations and actions simultaneously."

"Wow."

"Wish it worked outside of the school but we all have our limitations Mr. Hebert."

I remembered when Merlin left, the scattered conversations after our lot was cast as the Spring magi took their turn first, then summer, then autumn then finally us. Our worries.

"I want to talk to the real you."

The knight nodded.

"Very well I will be in shortly."

I closed my eyes, I still felt cold, my head hurt, and everything I sensed just felt wrong, felt off. I saw a glow and heard the door open, Merlin walked in. He got closer and then stood at the very edge of my bed. I stared in wonder at the giant blue bird, it glowed just a little, its orange eyes looked at everything as if it was slightly annoyed.

"You wanted to speak to me Louis?"

My hand went forward touching his chest, I felt the feathers.

"So soft."

The giant owl blinked.

"Can you please not do that?"

I wipped my hand back and felt my face flush with embarrassment.

"Sorry sir, um you're not going to ask for my soul are you?"

The creature's eyes opened.

"No of course not, that would be unethical."

I felt my new shoes and my coat.

"But you're feeding us, giving us clothing, our own rooms, that thing..."

We had been shown our rooms briefly before our turn came,given time to put our things away and have the functions of the room explained to us.

"Shower."

"Yes, and you're not asking for money, a lot of people are wondering why sir."

The creature nodded.

"So you can focus on your studies and become productive members of society Louis."

"So you wouldn't have a problem with us taking the secrets of magic and spreading them?"

"This is a school Louis, the whole point of a school is the dissemination of information to bring the light of knowledge to the world."

"Most unviersities charge money sir."

The owls eyes narrowed.

"Magic is humanity's birthright Mr. Hebert, I will not extort money from people looking to get what is rightfully theirs. If I need money I will find other sources for it, you concentrate on your studies I will worry about the school's finances."

I took in a breath.

"I won't worship you."

The creature somehow shrugged.

"Good."

I blinked at the statment.

"You're not angry?"

"I am your teacher and headmaster, not a god. I do not need or desire worship, only that you study hard and that once your studies are over you become a good man."

"But the bible says suffer not a witch to live."

"Mistranslation, it's actually poisoner, and if someone poisoned the town's well, endangering an entire community including children and even infants would
you want them around?"

"I wouldn't, but consorting with demons is....

"A bad idea. They do exist, they're always evil and I refuse to teach you how to do such things, and just to be sure I have removed all such books from
the libraries. On this matter your church and I are on firm agreement, demons are evil."

"But you...."

"I am a phoenix, not a demon, did you honestly think your god would just create you? A little arrogant, yes?"

I looked away.

"I haven't been to church in a while."

"There is one in the nearby city, if you need transportation for religious services I would be glad to arrange such."

"You're not angry?"

"Louis I don't want you to be forced to choose between magic and your god, if you want to go to church, go to church."

"It's far."

"If that is an issue I fly you over or you could write a letter to the Holy sea and maybe the Pope will send a
priest here."

"And you would be fine with that?"

The owl some how smirked.

"Louis as long as there are tests there will always be prayer at school, don't abandon your faith for the sake of magic and power, it's a tool, a very useful one but a tool, not a spiritual path."

"And if you cant find a boat to the mainland?"

"Then I will let you fly on my back to your church."

I felt better then, comforted, maybe I wasn't damned after all.

"Why does everything look wrong?"

It was hard to describe.

"You have awakened."

I tilted my head and Merlin sighed.

"Imagine you are a bird who has lived their entire life in an egg, you peck your way out of the egg and see the world for the first time. You have spent your entire existance in the egg. Now you see more of the world, of course it feels wrong."

"Oh so this is?"

"Your senses have permanently changed, your mind has expanded, and the power of winter flows through your veins. You have touched winter and winter
has touched you."

I got up and looked over at a nearby plant.

"It's glowing."

"Winter is the season of death and new life, it is where the cycle turns, as a magi of winter your ruling arcana is spirit and life. You will be able to sense
and see the aura of living beings. Healing will be easier for you in a way that other magi will not be able to match."

"So winter is the best season?"

"No, Winter's strength is life and spirit but it has trouble with the material world, Spring magi gain senses that make them masters of space and matter but their focus on the material makes their energy slower, worse at movement, they are bad at forces."

He stopped.

"Summer magi are masters of energy Forces and Prime, the gathering and manipulation of raw magical energy, but this light blinds them to the power of enthopy or fate magic, which is where Autumn excels."

"And Autumn?"

"Are masters of Fate and time, but their time is limited autumn is the season of the harvest, not of new life so their weakness is..."

"Life."

"Good you get it, each season excels in certain magical fields, each season perceives the world differently but no season is superior to another. Each season exists in balance with the others."

"I thought you said magic wasn't a spiritual path."

"It isn't, magic simply is, a mage is like a sailor at sea, a sailor does not worship the sea but a wise sailor respects the sea. Respect magic and it will provide you with a good life, disrespect it and you could lose your life."

He nodded at me.

"So can this let me live forever?"

He shook his head.

"No, Magic can not extend your time on this Earth, not really. In the end all things end, even beings like myself grow old and die, consumed by the passage of time. Magic will improve the quality of your life, you will never lose the strength of your prime, your mind will remain sharp and if you want your looks will never truly vanish, just fade with time, but that's because your season is fixing things. Filling in the holes, covering up the ravages of time, sooner or later it won't be enough."

"And I will die."

"Magic gives you a couple more decades at most, it will not make you immortal. I have already had this conversation with Mr. Franklin, it was a rather sad one."

"You like him?"

"He is a good man, but his time is running out."

"And you can't do anything?"

"He has accepted that fact, and is talking to his family, getting his affairs in order, his journey is over but yours is just begining."

The creature nodded.

"The rest of the day is yours young magi, tomorrow we start your studies."

 

Louis Le pen


I decided to get out of bed. I still felt cold but the chill was going away, I looked at a pile of clothing. At my uniform. I felt the outfit in my hands, it was blue and white and...

"Why are there so many belts?"

I didn't quite understand why there were so many belts, the outfit came with white and blue boots that had two belts on them, the gloves were missing their fingers and also had two belts, the white pants were held up by a belt and then the coat had a belt that was actually two belts with a metallic plate that said hope. I put on the white shirt that thankfully didn't have a belt and assembled the rest of my outfit.

"Too many belts."

I walked out of my room and wandered the halls.

"Hello?"

I turned my head and saw two people I knew from the ship, also dressed in the same blue and white outfit I had on. I nodded my head.

"So the belts?"

They smirked and we started laughing.

"Mon dieu, the belts."

The man was a little older then me, the girl next to him held his arm tightly.

"My name is Louis Le Pen and you?"

"My name is Simon and this is my wife Julia."

I nodded.

"So why did you come?"

The man smiled.

"I wanted to be with Julia and Julia wanted to be with me but our parents disagreed so we left the country. We came here because, well we didn't have much idea of where else to go, but Merlin will teach us magic and a trade and we will make a living yes? And you?"

I held up my head.

"My childhood friend she has a condition and cannot walk, I want to learn magic so I can heal her."

The two of them smiled at me.

"Good, I wish you luck with that young Louis."

They held hands as they walked away. It was then I noticed that they were covered with a slight nimbus of light, as I paid attention to them I noticed that I could sense their heart beats, the blood running through their veins their...."

"Aura."

I turned around, and saw the old man from earlier.

"Monsieur Franklin."

I bowed to him, this was one of the most important people in the country. He was famous, I had seen his picture in camberpots.

"I'm afraid I don't know your name?"

"Louis Le Pen."

"Ah good it looks like we have both been sent to winter then, though it's a slightly different experience for me then it is for you."

I grimaced.

"I am sorry for the bad news."

He chuckled.

"Only a decade more? It is worth it just to be rid of the gout!"

He smiled.

"Merlin is a good friend, if an unusual one."

"Do you understand why there are so many belts?"

Mr. Franklin lifted a finger and then shrugged.

"I have no idea why Merlin thought this outfit was a good idea but it is very distinctive is it not?"

I nodded my head.

"I took a tour of the school with Merlin before it opened, want to follow me?"

"Yes sir."

I walked with him to a tree and watched him push little dots on some kind of stone tablet. The tree opened and I saw a small room.

"Come on."

I walked into the room and he pressed something again.

"Merlin calls it an elevator."

We traveled downwards I think, until I heard the tinkling of a bell. The two metallic doors opened revealing water, lots of water, and fish and.

"He calls it an aquarium."

I followed Mr. Franklin as he walked around.

"Are we?"

"Safe, yes, Compass academy is truly one of the wonders of the modern world."

I stared at the fist and then I saw a turtle press a flap against the glass. I pressed my hand against where his flipper would be, and I saw his aura, his life force. The creature was young, it tilted its head and floated away. I felt a sense of wonder, as I watched the turtle do so.
I continued walking with the older man as I stared at the fish.

"It's beautiful."

The older man smiled.

"I know, officially the public is invited to visit Compass to see all of this, but so far not very many people have come."

"But it's so beautiful."

He nodded.

"It is."

"Do you know why he built this?"

"The school or the Aquarium?"

"Both."

Mr. Franklin closed his eyes.

"I talked to him about that once."

I blinked.

"And?"

The old man looked away.

"He's the last of his kind, the last of his people, the last phoenix."

I grimaced.

"You mean?"

"Once Merlin dies the Phoenix will vanish forever from this universe, he has searched a long time for a people to be the heirs to his people's knowledge, to
their wisdom."

He smiled as he stood in front of the glass.

"He has chosen humanity, despite all of our flaws, all of our issues we will be given all the knowledge of the phoenix race."

We watched as the jellyfish floated by.

"I hope we will be worthy of it."

 

Louis Le pen


I walked alongside Merlin and stared at the room.

"Everything is upside down."

The golem leaned against a wall and I stared up, a table was nailed to the ceiling and I saw two chairs.

"Yes."

I stared at the weird sight before me.

"So what is this about?"

"We're going to have a cup of coffee."

The golem walked up the wall and then to the roof and took a seat on the ceiling.

"Ready to join me?"

"I can't do that."

The knight shook its head.

"Of course you can do this, you are a magi."

He walked back down to me and then clicked his head to the side.

"Walk up the wall."

I placed my foot on the wall and fell to the ground.

"It's not possible."

"739 people have already done exactly this, it is possible."

"739?"

"You took longer to get the fundamentals of breathing and walking then some other student's and were slightly faster then others. Magic isn't a race though so don't worry about the others, instead concentrate on your own progress."

I closed my eyes and took in a breath of air.

"The ground is down."

I opened my eyes.

"What?"

"Winter, Spring, Summer, and Autumn in the higher realms the ground is aways down, this is the nature of the seasons, the power of your season has the power to override the rules of the world, now what is before you?"

"A wall."

"No that is the ground, place your hands against the ground."

I put my hands against the wall.

"What are you touching?"

"The wall?"

"Incorrect again."

"The ground."

"Don't just say it, believe it, say it."

I took in another breath.

"The ground, the ground, the ground, the ground, the ground."

I felt weight as I pressed against the wall, Merlin took a step and stood next to me.

"Get up."

"But?"

"I have worked very hard to make us lunch, and we must eat it before it gets cold."

I got up and stood next to Merlin, I felt unsteady and then fell, I felt an arm stop me.

"What are you walking on?"

"The ground."

I took in another breath.

"The ground, the ground the ground the ground."

I chanted as I walked with him to the table on the ceiling, we stopped and took our respective seats.

"Do you like your coffee with sugar or milk? Or both?"

"I have never had coffee before."

"Good then it is both."

He took a pot and poured it into a cup and took a sip, he then motioned to a cup. I grabbed it and he poured me a cup and it fell away onto the ground. I stared at the ground where the coffee fell and slammed against the table I gripped it like my life depended on it.

"Were are you?"

"THE GROUND!"

"Where is the coffee?"

"On the floor."

"No it is not on the floor, it is on the ceiling this is odd but these things happen, now where are you?"

"ON THE GROUND!"

I slammed against the ceiling my heart racing.

"Where is your cup?"

"On the table."

"Where is the table?"

"ON THE GROUND!"

He poured another cup and I watched the coffee drip down.

"Please stop throwing your coffee on the ceiling."

"I...I am on the ground, the coffee cup is in my hands, the ground, the ground, the ground."

The liquid stayed in the cup.

"The ground, the ground, the ground."

I took a sip, it was cold.

"Iced coffee for a first lunch, no use burning one's mouth right?"

"Yes sir."

I took another sip and he unveiled some dish. I saw a plate of pasta.

"We will now eat lunch, please do not throw your food on the ceiling."

My stomach rumbled.

"The ground, the ground, the ground."

The first bite fell to the floor, but as I chanted it got easier and easier to eat. I then stabbed the last meatball and ate it in triumpth.

"Good."

I nodded.

"Thank you sir."

He nodded and took another sip, he tapped my hand and watched as my body glowed.

"This is your aura, a bubble of your season that surrounds you at all times. It protects you, it can help you become faster, stronger, walk on walls, walk on water, but it does not make you invincible and this bubble can be popped with sufficient force."

"Like guns?"

"On the battlefield you will survive the first volly unharmed, but the second one kills you. It takes time and rest to recharge your aura to repair this bubble. Once that bubble is popped your ability to walk on walls, on water, all that strength and power vanishes like dew in the desert sun."

He stopped.

"A magi is not invincible, you are not a god, forget that at your own peril."

He looked at the empty plates.

"It is friday, your lessons for the week are over, feel free to talk to your fellow magi, just remember the golden rule of Compass Academy."

"Don't be an Ass."

He nodded.

"It might be a crude way to put it, but I want the message to be a simple one."

 

Louis Le pen

I spent my Ssaturday wandering the aquarium. The academy was a big place but for some reason I felt drawn there. I spent my time watching the fish swim by lazyly, feeling somehow at peace, it was there I saw a boy my age. He hard dark hair, pale skin, and was wearing a uniform much like my own.

He was seated in front of a shark, his eyes closed as he breathed in and out.

"Um hi?"

"Hnn, you speak french."

His accent was thick.

"So do I."

I smiled.

"Good everyone else speaks English and mine is not good."

"Are you a Russian?"

I blinked.

"No."

"Austrian? Prussian?"

"No I am French."

The boy got up his face sever.

"Good these are my enemies."

I blinked at him.

"Oh."

The boy stood up.

"Why?"

"Because I am Polish."

He turned away from me and put a hand against the glass, I decided to make conversation.

"So, um three countries?"

"8 years ago they invaded my country, left unchecked they will destroy us."

I grimaced, my knowledge of the world outside of France was limited.

"So you came here to save your country?"

The boy nodded.

"Me and others, to save my country I would gladly damn my soul."

I frowned.

"Merlin doesn't want us to do that."

The boy clasped his hands behind his back.

"I know, I have talked to him."

He turned his back to me once again.

"So why are you here?"

His head tilted.

"Sharks, remind me why I am here."

He raised a hand.

"Russia, Prussia, Austria, like any shark their attracked to blood and when they sense weakness they feed. To save Poland I must become strong and teach others to be strong."

"And get allies?"

"Like France? Like Britain? America is half a world away they can't help us, no to be polish is to be alone."

He stopped.

"Do you miss your family?"

"Yes, I do my brothers, my sisters, my mother, my father I miss them all but I also know why I am here."

I decided to change the subject.

"So did you do that thing where he forced you to walk on the ceiling?"

The boy stepped forward and planted his foot on the glass, he walked up the wall and onto the ceiling.

"I might have had a cup of coffee with our teacher."

"My name is Louis."

"Paul."

 

Louis Le pen


Sunday came and we formed a slight crowd at the exit of the Academy. Merlin towered over us.

"I apologize, I was not able to get you a ship to get to the nearby town for those of you who have requested religious services."

I few people looked upset.

"Therefore you will have to ride on my back as I fly you into the city."

A few of my fellow students looked nervous, a few looked excited, and a map was drawn up. The city in the distance had 4 places of worship. I along with the other catholics would be ferried on Merlin's back in groups of five, well that was the orginal plan at least.

"Right so I might have underestimated how many of you would show up."

Merlin blinked as he looked at us, he then used a wing to point to a basket.

"So this basket can hold around ten people, and another five can ride on my back and I will be honest this might take awhile."

A line formed, the basket filled up and Merlin knelt down reveling that he was wearing a harness with seats I got on and we rose into the air, I felt a sense of exileration as the breeze blew across my face.

"It's amazing isn't it?"

I turned around.

"Paul?"

"Yes."

"I thought you, you know?"

"Were not religious? I have come to the conclusion that maybe god helped this situation happen and gave my people a chance to fight back. It would be rude to throw that away."

"And if it's the devil?"

The boy smirked.

"Then I assure you my services have already been paid in full, at least according to my mother."

We landed in the city and people stared at us. Merlin knelt and we got off his back. The people were frozen in fear and he looked at them with a bored expression.

"My students wish to pray to their god, I respect the religious beliefs of all my students. I wish I could stay longer but they need my help."

He grabbed the empty basket and flew into the air, the 15 of us walked into the church and took our seats. The other members of the congregation got up and moved to the other side of the church, slowly it filled with more and more students until our half of the church was standing room only. The priest got up and started talking.

I didn't understand English but he smiled at us and the american magi seemed to relax. The service was much like the ones I had in France, I took communion and then sat outside with the other magi.

"That was fine I guess."

Paul nodded as we sat on the steps.

"They were afraid of us."

"I know."

He looked impassively at the city.

"Doesn't that bother you Paul?"

"As long as the Austrians fear me I will be happy, as long as the Prussians fear me, I will be happy, and as long as the Russians fear me I will be happy, but I do not need anyone else to fear me."

He nodded at me.

"It is wasteful."

"Wasteful?"

"Yes, father once told me there is only so much fear to go around Louis, I would hate to waste it on americans."

He bowed politely at a older couple as they passed us, I didn't know much about polite society but I copied him. We waited in silence until Merlin came and we flew back to the Academy. I felt troubled as we ate dinner, the food was good, better then what Iwas used to back home but I felt guilty.

When it was over I went to Merlin's office and knocked.

"Can I come in?"

The door opened, Merlin looked up from his desk. I could see a newspaper on it.

"I would like to talk sir."

"Take a seat."

I took a seat as Merlin towered over me.

"They're afraid of us."

I let the words out and Merlin nodded.

"People fear what they do not understand, the cure for that is knowledge and time."

"But it's um..."

He sighed.

"They need time to adapt to us Louis, communities take time and effort to create, friendships take time to forge."

"Speaking of that, I have this friend and he wants to use magic to hurt people."

Merlin put the newspaper to the side.

"Are you this friend Louis?"

"No, it's Paul. I like him, he's good to me but he's so angry and-"

I shrugged.

"I don't think magic should be used as a weapon."

Merlin raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you think that?"

"Well it's just that your people, the Phoenix died right? You're teaching us their secrets, it seems..."

The old bird sighed.

"Wrong, and why did you pick us? All we do is hurt each other and we're mean and we're..."

The bird chuckled.

"What?"

"Louis I know all about humanities history, do you think war is rare out there in the greater universe?"

I blinked.

"There are others."

"Sapient species yes. Murder, war, rape, slavery, these are not unusual things Louis, even my people the Phoenix had wars."

"Is that how you got."

The old bird closed his eyes, a look of pain on his face.

"It was a meteorite, a dumb little space rock. We had the potential to go out there into space but we felt it was too much effort, too much money and then we noticed it was comming for us, we tried to stop it but it was too late. Our greatest magi tried to secure what eggs and teachings they could but we all died."

He paused.

"My egg hatched last and I lived my life in an empty world with only the shades of the dead, and the writings of my people to keep me company."

"It sounds lonely."

"It was, and then I travelled, looking for a species to be our heirs, to inherit our art, our teachings, and most of them failed. They didn't have the intelligence, or the aptitude or the basic moral fiber. I have searched a long time Louis and humanity for all it's flaws has been tested and judged and found worthy."

I clenched my hands.

"So if Paul goes to war?"

"Then he will go to war, there might come a time where my students will be asked to make the ultimate sacrifice for thier nations, where magi will fight magi. The universe is full of tragic events, some people think humanity isn't ready for magic but truthfully...."

The bird sighed.

"No one is ever really ready for anything, you just kind of take things as they come and do your best."

"It doesn't seem right."

Merlin leaned back.

"You want to learn magic to help a girl walk, Paul wants to keep his nation free, some people want to use magic to make money, others for revenge. This is not a place of judgement Louis, everyone has their reasons, motivations and dreams."

"So people just want to make money."

I felt a little depressed at that statement.

"Magic is a tool Louis, sailors make their living from the sea, fishermen make their living from the sea, it is only natural that magi make their living from the seasons."

He tried to smile.

"Try to be more understanding of your fellow magi, we are all making this journey together, it would be best if we got along."

"Thank you Sir."

I got up and left the room and went back to the Aquarium. I watched the fish float by, I felt frustrated somehow, it didn't seem right that people would try to profit from the wonder of this place, but maybe Merlin had a point. I closed my eyes and remembered Andrea running her fingers through my hair, I decided that it would be best to write her a letter.

 

Louis Le pen


"Ten thousand hours."

I stared at Merlin.

"That's how long it takes to create a genius how long it takes to truly master any art. That's roughly three years of constant study, but magic isn't just one discipline by itself, it's a host of disciplines, wards, bounded fields, runes, wand magic, your element, some of this power is by its very nature constrained by your seasons limits. Some isnt, but before you leave and go into the outside world I require you to have a decent foundation in magic."

I took in a breath.

"And?"

"That takes a minimum of 12 years."

I blinked as the news hit me.

"Ouch."

"That's why I speed up the process using magic, using your link to time and some very good enchantments I
can speed up the learning process."

The room split and I saw 5 other me's sitting at a desk.

"So far everything I have taught you has been physical but if you feel a sense of Deju vu, that you have done something before it's because you have. In this manner a process that should take a minimum of 12 years is shorted down to 2."

I smiled.

"So my studies will be finished in 2 years."

"You will have finished the bare minimum in 2 years."

The golem loomed over me.

"If you were a parent, or had something pressing to get back to in 2 years I would release you."

"Andrea."

"I'm willing to give you a sabbatical Louis but I am going to ask more from you then just two years. My students are people who will teach others how to use magic. You are the bleeding edge, the vanguard of a new era, I'm not going to send you out unprepared."

I felt depressed.

"I miss home."

"A lot of people here feel the same way, this is normal."

I grabbed some more soup and took a bite.

"Well I think you're ready to learn how to walk on water now."

"Like Jesus?"

The golem shrugged.

"I wasn't there so I can't comment on the event."

I strugged and got out of my chair and walked towards the wall, down off the ceiling.

"You're doing better, now."

"Thank you sir."

We walked together and went into the elevator.

"So how big is the academy?"

The door opened.

"Big. How big? Using imperial measurements?"

"Um yes?"

"My landgrant was 3 square miles, in perpetuity for my services during the war. The size of the trunk is on average 1 square mile big, the leafy branch section occupies 3 square miles, it goes below the water line, below the Earth's crust and right into the magma that's um..."

"Big."

"Huge I mostly use the underground sections of the tree for agriculture, the area above that but below the waterline is the Aquarium."

"It doesn't seem that big."

"That's because you're walking through the sections mostly occupied by fish, it's actually pretty massive."

The door opened and we walked into a hallway.

"This is the aquacenter, where I keep all of the swimming pools."

He opened a door and I stared at the multitude of water before me, I saw numerous pools of water of various
lengths and size, I even saw a ramp going into one of them.

"What's that?"

"A water slide."

I stared at it.

"Why did you build that?"

Merlin shrugged.

"You're going to have to accept that sometimes I just build things because I think it would be interesting to have them around. Honestly the school is incredibly overbuilt even for an Arcology."

"Arcology?"

"Think of it as an entire city inside a single building, technically it's still not finished but Compass Academy already has more housing then the entirety of
New York city."

I took in the sight.

"Why?"

"Because I want this to be the best school of magic in the world... in retrospect I may have gone a bit overboard."

He then took a step onto the water.

"Ok take off your shoes and socks."

I did so and stared at the pool.

"This is... small."

"One foot deep, big enough for our purposes but also safe, step onto the water."

I did so and watched as my feet and pants got wet.

"Um it didnt work."

I stepped out of the pool.

"Think of the water as being solid like the ground."

I tried to think of the water as solid and spashed down.

"Again."

The ground, the ground, the ground, I fell again.

"Try thinking of it as a floor."

I took in a breath.

"Floor, Floor, Floor."

I took a step onto the water and it felt like solid ground, I put my other foot on it and felt elation I was walking on water.

"I did it!"

Then I fell to the bottom of the pool, I frowned.

"Good, now try again."