Trinity of Magic Chapter 6: The Reality of the Situation

Ezekiel wandered the academy grounds aimlessly, the headmaster's words ringing in his head. He glanced around, searching for any familiar faces among the throngs of people. He wanted to find his friends and seek comfort and guidance in their company. Eventually, he found his way back through the hallways and out of the Elentium.

The boy approached the large square in front of the academy. There, he saw a large group of initiates gathered near the fountain. He quickened his pace, hopeful that Markus or Lilly might be among them.

When he arrived, he looked around for any sign of a friendly face - Markus, Lilly, or even Peter. He didn't recognize anyone, however. The students milling about ignored him, and he didn't have the confidence to approach anyone.

He waited for a while, hoping that soone he knew would show up, but as the crowd thinned out, he started to get worried. He decided to sit and eat the rest of his provisions, waiting a little longer in hopes that his friends would show up.

Ezekiel sank down onto the steps of the academy, his bag open at his feet as he rummaged through it. He pulled out a small pouch of dried fruit and a hunk of bread. The growling of his stomach reminded Ezekiel of how hungry he really was. He had to remind himself to pace his eating. He put each piece of dried fruit into his mouth separately and tore little pieces off of his bread, trying to make it last longer.

As he ate, he started to feel the significance of his disappointnt. He had dread of attending the academy. He had dread of becoming a powerful combat mage that would make a na for himself. He had dread of bringing glory and prosperity to his family. But today, he had been forced to wake up.

Ezekiel had been so certain that his red hair signaled sothing great. So willing to believe that traveler who had prophesied his strength and greatness. Tears of bitter disappointnt welled up in Ezekiel's eyes, and he lowered his head so passers-by wouldn't see. How confident he had been! How foolish! He had no primary affinity and no chance of becoming a true combat mage.

And yet, the thought of going ho, of admitting his inadequacy, was unbearable. His family would not bla him. His parents would just be happy he was ho safe, and Maya would be ecstatic to see him under any circumstances. But it would an giving up on his dream once and for all, as Markus had done. He just couldn't bring himself to do it.

Listless, Ezekiel watched the train of carriages arrive in front of the gate. He recognized the driver on one of the magical vehicles. It seed this was the very carriage that had brought him and his friends to the capital that morning. They all had been buzzing with excitent and filled with hope.

Through the carriages windows he glimpsed the faces of so of the rejected candidates. So with their eyes swollen, so sunken in on themselves, and so, worst of all, with looks of complete despair.

No matter the circumstances, no matter how hopeless the situation, Ezekiel knew he couldn't give up. He wouldn't.

Minutes or hours passed, Ezekiel couldn't be sure. Finally, he was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He was relieved to see Markus standing in front of him.

His friend's smile was a welco sight. Ezekiel couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness wash over him at the sight of his best friend. He grinned back at him with real warmth.

"Where's Lilly?" Markus asked.

Ezekiel shrugged. "I lost her at the Evaluation," he told Markus. "I suppose she went to settle into her new dorm."

With her new friends, a bitter voice said in the back of his head. With real affinities.

He shook his head as if that could clear the negative thoughts, and grinned sheepishly up at Markus. "Not sure if you heard, but initiates without a primary affinity don't get to stay in the dorms. The carriages back to Feldstadt already left - I guess we're both holess, now."

Markus looked at him for a long mont, the expression on his face unreadable.

"Walk with for a bit," Markus said abruptly. "I need to talk to you about sothing."

Ezekiel stood up and followed his friend. Despite his words, Markus didn't say anything for a while. Zeke could tell that his friend was thinking hard about sothing. They had turned a number of corners, navigated nurous junctions, and crossed countless alleys before Markus finally spoke.

"I'm sorry I left you earlier," he said. "I was just really upset about my affinity. I didn't an to leave you alone."

"It's fine," Ezekiel said emphatically. "I understand how you feel. And Markus - I'm really sorry."

Markus scoffed. "Not like you gave that affinity," he said dismissively. But when he spotted the look of real guilt on Ezekiel's face, he smiled.

"It's fine," he echoed Zeke's words. "I an it. I t with my uncle after leaving the evaluation early. He's a blacksmith in the crafter district, so I guess I'll learn under him in the future."

Ezekiel took in this information with mixed emotions. On the one hand, it would an that Markus was sticking around. They would be able to see each other if they were both staying in the capital. On the other hand, Markus talking about his new plan brought ho the fact that their dream of attending the academy together was truly over.

Thinking along the sa lines, Markus said quietly, "I'll just have to forget about all this magic stuff, I suppose. It's not like there is anybody around who'll volunteer to teach tal magic."

To that, Ezekiel didn't know what to say. If one of his own affinities had been tal, he could have shared the lessons with Markus. As it was, there was nothing he could do.

They walked silently, shoulder to shoulder until Markus started speaking again. "Honestly, you might have gotten an even worse deal."

Ezekiel was confused. "What do you an?"

Markus seed to be having so kind of internal debate. After a while, he sighed and looked at Ezekiel before speaking up.

"My uncle told a few things about the academy and how they treat students without any elental affinities."

Ezekiel just looked at Markus and waited for him to continue.

After a while, Markus started talking again. "Apparently, all the schools of magic aside from the four primary elents are treated as inferior. They have neither prestige nor funding. Even if you were the best in all of your classes, for all three of your affinities, you would still be treated as a second-class citizen at best. And on top of that, you really got unlucky with your affinities."

Ezekiel stared at Markus with a blank look on his face. He couldn't believe that his affinities were considered so worthless. Wasn't the emperor a Mind Mage as well? Markus had also called his affinities "unlucky". But there was another question that Ezekiel couldn't help but ask right away. "How co to your uncle knows so much about the circumstances of mages at Elentium?"

Markus smiled a little proudly. "That's because he does a lot of business with the noble mage families here in the capital," he said. "His smithy is by no ans one of the biggest, but you pick up a lot by doing business with mages for years, you know?"

Markus had more to say about Ezekiel's affinities and didn't want to be sidetracked, so he skipped right back to explaining.

"You know how Elentium Academy is for combat mages, right? Blood mages do have a lot of combat potential, so they are technically trained at Elentium. However, there's a lot of negative sentint toward Blood magic in the empire. On top of that, there is no noble family that practices Blood Magic. That ans that the empire doesn't have a source of Blood Magic spells. The Elentium only teaches basic regenerative Blood abilities. Which won't enable you to be an effective combatant.

"Mind Mages are used for strategy and command roles. But you need to be from a noble family or have a strong primary affinity to be allowed anywhere near command. Also, the emperor doesn't want advanced mind magic to be taught to people outside of his own family. It makes sense if you think about it: Mind mages can easily cause revolts by influencing the populace. It's a subtle but dangerous threat if left unchecked.

"Space mages are also used in service to the army. This ans they are taught at Elentium as well and don't have an academy of their own. They provide a necessary service to the war effort but are not very well respected until they reach a certain level of power. The problem with Space Magic is that the material necessary to advance later on is extrely rare and therefore costly. You have to understand that there are a lot more Mages with the Space affinity than there are resources. This makes the space affinity one of the most competitive fields of Magic." Markus looked at Ezekiel with a sad expression, clearly feeling sorry for his friend.

"In conclusion," Markus finished. "This ans that the only academy that teaches subjects in your three affinities is Elentium. But, for one reason or another, there are severe restrictions on each of them."

Incredulous, Ezekiel stared at his friend.

"So you are telling ," he said slowly. "That I have a perfect and two greater affinities, but the only school that is willing to teach is Elentium - and they would rather not?" Ezekiel asked, his face getting uglier and uglier to look at with every passing second.

Markus sighed and regarded Ezekiel with a mix of sadness and sympathy.

"I'm sorry, Zeke," he said. "But that's the reality of it. Without an elental affinity, you won't be able to participate in combat or have any real power in the empire. You'll just be a support role, at best."

"Your situation is truly bizarre," Markus explained with a frown. "If you only had your Space affinity, you would have a decent chance of getting adopted as a Space Mage. If you only had the Mind affinity, you might even be able to marry into the royal family. Paradoxically, having more affinities has barred both those paths."

Ezekiel and Markus walked along the empty streets, the only sound the falls of their footsteps on the cobblestone. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a dim orange glow over the city. As they walked, Ezekiel couldn't help but think about his future, or lack thereof. But his thoughts kept turning in circles, and eventually, he just sighed.

"Well," he said to Markus with a lopsided smile, "Lilly will have to beco a true combat mage in both our stead, I guess. When she's rich and famous, maybe she can adopt us into her noble family."

Markus grinned back, the hesitation behind his eyes easing the slightest bit. "She'll have to beco an exceptionally powerful noble in order to be able to adopt a blacksmith's apprentice and a Blood mage into a noble family."

Ezekiel tried to lighten the mood with a joke. "To be fair, I can much easier picture you wielding a hamr than the might of the arcane."

Markus mimicked an arrow piercing his heart at these words before chuckling and playfully punching Ezekiel's shoulder. "At least I have a plan, Mr. Perfect Affinity!"

Ezekiel's smile faltered a little a the ntion of his affinities, but he pasted it back on.

"So do I," he claid victoriously. "I guess I'll just have to beco the greatest punching bag in the history of the empire!"

Both of them laughed. They continued joking back and forth, the tension from earlier slowly dissipating as they walked through the increasingly deserted streets.

Ezekiel looked down at the small pouch of coins in his hand, his brow furrowing as he counted out his few bits of money. He had saved up for years to afford to co to the academy, but even so, it wouldn't last him for more than a few weeks. Markus, noticing the distress on his friend's face, offered a solution.

"Zeke, why don't you stay with and my uncle? He has a spare room, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind you crashing there for a bit."

Ezekiel hesitated. "No, it's okay," he said finally. "I'll figure sothing out. I don't want to be a burden."

Markus waved off his concerns. "You're not a burden. Besides, it's better than you sleeping on the streets. Just think about it, okay?"

Ezekiel sighed as he looked at Markus. "I appreciate the offer, really, but I can't just sponge off of you and your uncle," he said. "I have to find a way to make this work for myself. I'll figure sothing out, I promise."

Markus seed to be hellbent on not letting his friend down. They were both aware of how much being accepted into the Elentium Academy had ant to Ezekiel. Now that dream had been tarnished beyond recognition. But Ezekiel had also always been fiercely independent, and wouldn't accept any charity or handouts without a fight. So, instead of pushing the issue, Markus decided to change the subject. He hoped to lift both of their spirits by talking about sothing else. As they walked, Markus tried to steer the conversation toward lighter topics. He brought up mories from their childhood and revisited carefree tis. But no matter how hard he tried, the weight of the situation hung heavy in the air between them.

Ezekiel, for his part, was deeply grateful for Markus's efforts to distract him. However, he still didn't manage to shake off the feeling of disappointnt and failure. He felt like he had let himself, his family, and his friends down by not being able to live up to the expectations placed upon him, albeit mostly by himself.

As the two of them walked, the sun began to set and a cool breeze blew through the streets. Markus shivered, and Ezekiel offered him his jacket, which Markus gratefully accepted. They walked in comfortable silence for a while longer, each lost in their own thoughts.

Finally, Markus spoke up. "Hey, I know things aren't looking great right now, but we'll figure sothing out. You're not alone in this, okay? We'll find a way to make it work."

Ezekiel nodded, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He knew that Markus ant well, but the reality of the situation was starting to sink in, and it was a heavy burden to bear.

As night fully fell and the stars ca out, Marcus spoke up. "I won't push you to stay with us permanently," he said. "But could you do a favor and just accept the room for tonight? It's dark already. You can look for another place to stay tomorrow, okay?"

Ezekiel couldn't deny that he was exhausted after the day's events, and so he agreed. The two friends made their way toward the blacksmith shop.

The road ahead would be difficult for both of them, but at least they had each other's backs. That would have to be enough for now.