Ermand Chisel E-Book

Safa Keira

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

When a Chisel boy named Ermand, turned eighteen, he was invited to join Agledon Magic University for Spellcasters. Known for its contemporary magic education and special training, Agledon was the best option for anybody, but there was a major problem.

He didn't have a magic school certificate.

However, keeping this secret away from the college authorities, Ermand starts his first day there. He finds support from a few students, whom he starts friendship with. Life in AMUS can never be boring, but there was always a thorn in the rose.

Through his first year, he had to learn advanced spellcasting and magical powers that would make him a true Defender. At the end of the first year, everybody should gain their Aslehm - a power every advanced and learned Spellcaster achieves during the end of his teens. If he failed to gain it, it could risk his promotion to second year, his secret exposed, and finally into expulsion. Can a boy who hasn't learned elementary magic ever do right? Will he achieve his Aslehm? Will his secret remain a secret? What are the secrets that are dwelling in and out of the college?

Leseprobe

Safa Keira

Ermand Chisel

The Aslehm quest

To my younger self, family, friends and to you who gave this book a place in your book shelf.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

The invitation

Ermand found himself in a deserted place. There was no sign of wind, vegetation and not even the sun, though a glint of light illuminated his path. He was barefoot as he trudged, the ground beneath him cold as ice. Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching. He immediately turned toward the source. A young man in his late teens dashed in Ermand's direction. His widened eyes were focused away from Ermand. His colour faded clothes were ripped, and had bloody scars and cuts on his face, drenching him along with sweat.

"Hey Jack! Where are you going? What has happened with you? Why are we here?" Concern filled his tone as he cried out to his fleeing brother. Jack didn't notice him, nor listened as he ran past him. Ermand pivoted as he watched Jack dart away.

A screechy, blood-curdling sound sliced the thinness of the air, nearly causing his heart to rip through his chest. Ermand turned back toward the source of the sound.

A large figure soared toward him. It was a misty-looking, grisly creature with long fangs and blood streaming eyes. It had a pair of large, transparent ears perched at the sides of its head. He stood there rooted to the ground, trembling as he watched the creature glide toward him. His breath became heavier and heavier as a fraction of moments passed by, and suddenly it hit him straight onto his chest. The pain was overwhelming and shredding as something burned inside him.

"Aaaargh!" he groaned, his chest rose up when the realization hit him. The pain... the pain was immeasurable, shredding at something that burned within him.

He gasped for breath. Beads of sweat trailed down his face.

What happened just now?

The sheets rumbled under him as he pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around it.

Although the weather was quite warm, he felt cold around him. He could hear the birds chirping through the opened window, and the sound of flurrying dewy leaves. It seemed like a joyful morning for everybody except for Ermand. It was because of the nightmare he had for a dream.

Dreams like these have been looming around his subconscious for as long as he remembered. Every night, the dreams assaulted him with those most valuable people in his life getting hurt. This time, it was Jack again. What did this all mean, he wasn't certain of.

While Ermand was still caught in the horror of his nightmare, he heard somebody knocking on the door.

"Yes?"

A lean woman in her late forties opened the door gently and hastened toward him. She wore a long purple gown, covered by a stained white kitchen apron. Her eyes were sullen, eyebrows furrowed, and the commissure of her lips were slightly turned down. Her gestures were filled with worry. Even her unsteady stance intensified it.

"Ermie dear, were you having those disturbing dreams again?" she asked in a troubled tone.

No woman in the world had ever cared for Ermand better than Mrs. Chisel. Even though she was not his mother by blood, she qualified to be the perfect and caring mother he always needed.

The dread of the dream lingered in him. Even though he had been having them frequently, the nightmare always made him judder. He couldn't escape the terror of his loved ones crying out for help.

Ermand could only nod. Although the dreams were as frequent as the sun, they still shook him. In his defense, the terror of loved ones crying and screaming for help could weaken any man. What was the meaning to all this? He was unsure, and as far as Ermand was concerned, he had been practicing nothing but positive mantras to keep away the dreadful dreams.