Unseasoned Adventurer - Middle Grade Fantasy Adventure
Thordric's brow creased as he gazed at his notes, flicking through them with annoyance. He'd been working on his washing up spell for weeks, and though he'd cracked the first bit to make the plates clean themselves after he'd finished eating, getting the magical lacquer he needed to stick to plates that didn't come from the Wizard Council was proving far more difficult than he'd first thought.
Unfortunately, it was the lacquer that made the spell work. It was composed of a special powder that, upon detection of cold waste substances, would force them all up into a great floating mass of muck which then levitated itself into the nearest waste bin. Both practical and entertaining, Thordric had thought, but without a way to make the lacquer stick to normal plates, there was no way anyone other than the Council could use it.
This was one of the reasons why Thordric's mood that morning was particularly grim. No matter how much he adjusted the ingredients or the mixing time, he still couldn't get the lacquer to like the feel of ordinary crockery. True, turning the powder into a lacquer was certainly a step up from when he'd tried to use it raw (which had either failed to work or made the mass of waste food fly at the diner's face), but it still flat out rejected normal plates and dishes despite there being no real difference between those and the Wizard Council's ones. Perhaps it was the magical residue left on the Wizard Council's plates that made the lacquer like them so much.
He jotted the idea down in his notebook, but then realised that he also needed to find something that would rinse and dry the plates after the waste food had disappeared. He sighed, absently tugging out several strands of his thick dark hair, and thought back to all the trouble he'd had with spells before. There had been many times when he thought that his magic just wasn't good enough, and in each case he'd surprised himself by making things work. But this time…no, he wouldn't let despair sink in just yet. He could do this; he was just stuck in a rut at the moment. That was all.
The Wizard Council had been Thordric's home for six years now, ever since he had helped solve the murder case of High Wizard Kalljard's death and revealed the High Wizard's terrible plans to eradicate all the half-wizards in Dinia. Even though Thordric was only twenty one, the youngest Council member of all time, he was treated with respect by the Council's new leader, High Wizard Vey, something that many of the older wizards still muttered about behind his back.
Not to mention that unlike most of the wizards at the Council, both he and Vey were half-wizards; which had caused quite a stir when Vey had revealed this fact at Thordric's initiation ceremony, because, thanks to Kalljard's lies over the many years he'd been head of the Wizard Council, everyone had believed that half-wizards were dangerous and couldn't control their magic.
Of course, it was true that full wizards came from families that had never had any magic in them before (thus they supposedly received all the potential magic of that bloodline) and half-wizards came from families that had already produced a wizard, but as to their magic being dangerous, Thordric had disproved that many times. In fact, he had shown the Council that the only difference between full and half-wizard magic was that full wizards were trained how to use theirs from an early age, whereas half-wizards received no training at all and were left to work out things for themselves, sometimes with hazardous results.
It was to put an end to all the prejudice against half-wizards that he and Vey had reformed the Council, accepting half-wizards to be trained at the Wizard Council Training Facility just as early as full wizards. It had taken a lot of work, but now the hatred for them was dissolving, allowing the people of Dinia to live together peacefully no matter what their lineage.
So now Thordric had much more time to focus on making new spells, which was why he'd started work on his plate cleaning spell, trying to make a way for the busy people of Dinia to clean their dishes instantly so they could spend time doing other things.
A knock came at his door, making him jump and hit his head on the bookshelf above his desk. He yelped, and the door came crashing open to reveal Kal, the teenage wizard that Thordric had been put in charge of three years ago, staring at him with concern.
'Thordric, what happened? Are you—'
'I'm fine, Kal,' Thordric grumbled irritably, rubbing his head. 'Was there something you needed?'
'No, not me. It's High Wizard Vey, he's sent you an official summons,' Kal said, eying the notebook on Thordric's desk.
Thordric saw him and shut it quickly. Kal had a habit of picking up bits of magic theory from here and there and trying to make them work by himself, something that most often ended in disaster. 'Vey?' Thordric said, raising an eyebrow. 'An official summons? Sounds serious, I hope he hasn't come down with something.'
Kal laughed nervously. Thordric knew he still wasn't quite used to the way he and Vey treated each other so informally, though he'd made sure to tell him exactly what they'd been through together, and that Thordric's own mother had married Vey's uncle some years ago, making them bonded closely by family as well as by friendship.
'I suppose I'd better go and see what he wants,' Thordric said, getting up and putting his notebook in the desk drawer, locking it and placing the key in his pocket. He didn't miss the look of disappointment on Kal's face as he did so, but he chose not to comment. Instead, he strolled out of the room and down the various twists and turns of the Council's crescent moon shaped building until he reached the staircase leading up to Vey's room.
Kal had been following him closely, but now Thordric turned to him. 'Perhaps it would be best if you continued with your studies,' he said, not unkindly. 'Try the painting spell again. See if you can do it in colour rather than in black and white; I'll come along and check it later.'
Kal mumbled a meek reply of thanks and scurried off down the hall. Thordric raised his eyebrow again; it was unusual for Kal not to argue with him about practicing a spell that didn't involve explosions. He shrugged and carried on up the slim staircase until he got to the door at the top, knocking politely.