Ferna

Needless to say when I got home that day, I received quite the berating. Which on top of the myriad of questions I received from the Dean about the happenings of the class was exhausting. Faulkner was removed from the Elements class due admitting with very little coaxing of provoking me. I was given a stern warning about brawling. Chastised by the dean and my parents severely

The class was a light by a multitude of tiny sparks as the students conjured and controlled fire. Tygon the only student without fire on his hand once again straining to conjure that spark. Jiene Piere looking on gravely. Fire was the easiest of the elements to conjure. 

“Again Mister Giges, try again” said the instructor encouragingly. Tygon began the chant

/Try Ferna/ The voice sent shivers up his spine. His minds eye consumed by crimson

/What?/ 

/Ferna, it means Fire you idiot. F**k you were never this dumb before/

/Before?/

“Mister Giges, now is not the time to day dream” pulling Tygon from his internal monologue 

“Heat wrath and rage, sparks of a thousand eons brought forth and under my command. Flame be mine” Tygon ritualistic chanted, feeling the usual warmth in his hands. And the constant head ache plaguing him as he concentrated. But no flame. Jiene Piere looked on perplexed, fire was the easiest of the elements to conjure.

/F**k you’re thick! Ferna/ the voice cutting his concentration like a blade

/I’m trying my best/

/No you’re not, because you’re not listening!/ Tygon was listening. And feeling like he was going insane

/Sorry?/

/FERNA!/

“FERNA” Tygon yelled. Startling the resto f the class and the instructor as fire roared between his hands and his body roared with pain. Feeling as if he had just jumped into lava. Jiene Piere looked on as did the rest of the students at the great fire ball that Tygon had conjured. Sweat pouring off of him in rivulets.

/Ciart Tyr, tagi el nun yen xana/ Tygon’s mind tickled by soft silver and black fur. He released his spell. The pain quickly subsiding. /Fire is not for you my child./ 

/Who are you?/ asked Tygon thinking he’d gone insane. The two voices were seperate and he felt drawn to them

/Try it’s opposite/

/Who are you?/ Tygon asked again.

/In time, try Iakul, it means Ice/

/Not until you tell who you are, you’re the apparitions that saved me form Faulkner aren’t you?/

/Yes, now Iakul/

/Tell me more/

“Mister Giges, are you listening” Tygon shook his head. The instructors words breaking his internal dialogue once again.

“Sorry sir, what were you saying?” Jiene gave him a stern look.

“I said well done. Now conjure a smaller flame and join the rest of the class in our exercises”  Tygon shook his head. Rubbing his still tingling hands.

“I’m sorry sir, fire isn’t for me”  Jiene Piere gave Tygon look that was a blend of disapproval and haughtiness.

“So you’ve summoned a fireball and now you’re a master?” His tone held no doubt that he was offended by Tygon’s presumptuousness.

“No sir, nothing of the sought” Tygon’s hands up in a defensive gesture.

“Then what?” 

/Iakul!/ his mind flashing crimison. Tygon went still. He could feel something building within him. An immense wave, confusion, rage, sorrow, pain. So many emotions all bottled up inside and demanding release surged through him.  

/Fine, don’t give me answers. Leave me hanging thinking I’m going insane. You want Iakul. Then have it/ His mind flashed ice blue. His eyes locked on to his instructor and his disapproving look

“IAKUL!” He screamed himself hoarse with that one word. An explosion of power detonating at his feet. Everything froze. Even time.