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The Fall of Genectel - Identity Crisis
Genectel - 01/02/2011
King Virmor watched proudly as his first daughter and heir to his throne knighted a deserving soldier for the first time.
“We did well with this one,” Queen Serin whispered to him from the throne on his right. He glanced at his queen to see her expression. The usually critical expression was nearly hidden by the pleasure she experienced in her daughter’s success; but Vimor knew his wife. Aughraysiah would be hearing about exactly where she went wrong not even five minutes after the event was over.
Breathing deeply, he returned his attention to Aughraysiah and the soldier about to be knighted. She did it gracefully. She held her head high, her back perfectly straight as she lightly tapped the woman’s shoulders with the decorative blade. No one but Vimor and maybe Serin saw the slight tremor in Aughraysiah’s hands as she slowly handed the blade back to him. Her face did not betray her emotions the way her hands did.
When she returned to her place on his left, her hands clenched the armrests. “An attempt to stop the shaking?” He wondered as he turned his head forward to speak. It was a good tactic to use. He’d done it himself numerous times when he was her age.
Grinning as he began his address to the court, the nobles before him probably believed he was simply in a good mood. Only one person in the entire room knew his thoughts. Aughraysiah herself. She had seen the words in his eyes as she had handed the sword back to him. “She’s just like her mother and I,” his eyes had said as they gleamed with unspoken pride. Luckily Vimor did not see Aughraysiah’s shoulders as they sagged, despite her best efforts to control them, and she whispered,
“I’m nothing like you.”
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03/02/2011
Aughraysiah grinned almost maniacally as she performed her 50th spell for the morning. She had been up long before the sun had risen, ensuring that her performance was perfect. That day, she would be officially enrolled in Genectel’s Royal Academy. As the Crown Princess, she was expected to perform exceptionally. She knew that among practicing magicians her age her natural abilities were second to none. Everyone expected her to be oriented into the Magician’s Class.
Genectel had four major vocational classes: Scholars, Warriors, Workers, and Merchants. No class was held in higher regard than the other. Many times they tended to intersect anyway. “All the mess of...
King Virmor watched proudly as his first daughter and heir to his throne knighted a deserving soldier for the first time.
“We did well with this one,” Queen Serin whispered to him from the throne on his right. He glanced at his queen to see her expression. The usually critical expression was nearly hidden by the pleasure she experienced in her daughter’s success; but Vimor knew his wife. Aughraysiah would be hearing about exactly where she went wrong not even five minutes after the event was over.
Breathing deeply, he returned his attention to Aughraysiah and the soldier about to be knighted. She did it gracefully. She held her head high, her back perfectly straight as she lightly tapped the woman’s shoulders with the decorative blade. No one but Vimor and maybe Serin saw the slight tremor in Aughraysiah’s hands as she slowly handed the blade back to him. Her face did not betray her emotions the way her hands did.
When she returned to her place on his left, her hands clenched the armrests. “An attempt to stop the shaking?” He wondered as he turned his head forward to speak. It was a good tactic to use. He’d done it himself numerous times when he was her age.
Grinning as he began his address to the court, the nobles before him probably believed he was simply in a good mood. Only one person in the entire room knew his thoughts. Aughraysiah herself. She had seen the words in his eyes as she had handed the sword back to him. “She’s just like her mother and I,” his eyes had said as they gleamed with unspoken pride. Luckily Vimor did not see Aughraysiah’s shoulders as they sagged, despite her best efforts to control them, and she whispered,
“I’m nothing like you.”
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03/02/2011
Aughraysiah grinned almost maniacally as she performed her 50th spell for the morning. She had been up long before the sun had risen, ensuring that her performance was perfect. That day, she would be officially enrolled in Genectel’s Royal Academy. As the Crown Princess, she was expected to perform exceptionally. She knew that among practicing magicians her age her natural abilities were second to none. Everyone expected her to be oriented into the Magician’s Class.
Genectel had four major vocational classes: Scholars, Warriors, Workers, and Merchants. No class was held in higher regard than the other. Many times they tended to intersect anyway. “All the mess of...
