World Sphere - 48 - Up And At Em Campers!

Chapter 48: Up And At Em Campers!

Aelyn came down the corridor, banging a drum to wake us up. Its high-pitched bass was annoying enough to get us moving. She yelled, “Fifteen minutes to get dressed and outside on the grounds, boys and girls!”  She sounded way too happy to be getting ready to administer training to us. 

I looked at Gareth, who had my pillow over his head to cover his ears as she passed. Well, I did throw it at him last night. Gareth asked after the drumming stopped, “Are we going to be on time or maybe a bitlate, Stormy? I think it would be funny to agitate Aelyn a bit.”

I chuckled, “No, Gareth, we are going to be on time. If not, I am sure she has punishment lined up for us. Maybe extra hard training doesn’t faze you, but I want this to be as easy as possible,” I replied, rolling out of bed and stripping down. I had just pulled my clothes out of my dimensional storage when Mera came into the room. I was bare-chested and wearing cotton boxers.

“Oh my…I wanted to make sure you were up…sorry, Storme. I didn’t….” Instead of leaving, she just continued to stare at me as I returned her gaze and pulled up my heavy canvas training pants. 

“Is there anything else?” I asked while sitting down and putting on my socks.

“No, no.” She flushed bright red. “I’m sorry, at home, we typically don’t knock, and I thought you were still sleeping.” My eyebrow arched, as after that drum, no one would be sleeping, and she retreated.

“Damn, Stormy. You shouldn’t tease her like that, acting all calm and collected. And now she won’t come barging in here again. Who was that, Mera or Fera?” Gareth whispered the last.

For the twins, I had somehow instinctively who it was. “It was Mera,” I told him.

“Damn it, Storme!”  He said a little louder. “I am sure Fera was just a step behind her, and you scared them off.”

“Well, you heard her. They are used to people just barging into bedrooms at home, Gareth. So, feel free to do it to them,” I said sarcastically. Gareth really seemed to be thinking about my words as I finished dressing, and he was just starring at the door. I slapped him on the back of the head to let him know I had been joking and we left the room.

In the practice yard, our motley crew of teenagers was assembling. Aelyn started speaking even though we were missing a few stragglers. “Welcome to basic conditioning. The core of your training is going to revolve around three different obstacle courses and two different distance runs. You will be doing all five every day and will be timed. If you are faster on all of them from the day before, then your condition for the day will be done!”  

This got a number of people excited. “If you are not, then you have to do one-hundred burpees before breakfast!” They all looked around, confused, and I facepalmed. I had shown Callem burpees on the farm, and he incorporated them into our workout. Burpees were never fun, no matter how good of a shape you were in.

“Normally, we would start with stretching, but Callem wants to teach the proper way to stretch himself during the combat session. So let me show the first run!”  Aelyn began jogging, and I followed her, then a string of uncertain teens did likewise. The first run was the short run, just 1.5 miles. The long run was next and was right at 5 miles. Many of my fellows were struggling mightily.

Aelyn then demonstrated the three obstacle courses. Highlighting her agility and speed. Gareth leaned over and whispered to me, “I hope I get to race her on these new courses.” I sighed at his excitement that I did not share. 

We all got through the first course before Callem came out to the yard and said morning conditioning was complete. Aelyn had used the entire 2 hours of her time and didn’t look happy that we didn’t get to try all obstacle courses and the final run. I was happy to not be playing rushing through strenuous obstacles our first day.

A bunch of very tired and dirty teens made their way to breakfast. My brother, Pascal, was all animated, as he had done pretty well. Gareth, of course, had dominated everyone. I held back to finish in the middle of the pack. I knew if I set my base time too high, then beating it every day would be more difficult. I noticed Mia walking beside me as we headed to eat. She appeared like she wanted to talk but held back. The twins finished near the bottom and looked miserable. They were strong from their work on the farm but lacked aerobic fitness.

In the dining hall, Callem was already seated at the large table. Aldon was to his right. The three instructors we didn’t meet were to his left. Aelyn sat next to Aldon. Once everyone was seated, Callem stood.

“Great job on the conditioning this morning. In the future, you may want to get up early and stretch. If you sustained any injuries, you can see our resident healer, Storme Hardlight.” I froze as all eyes turned to me. Callem winked at me and I understood. It was actually a great thing Callem was doing for me. The more practice I had with the spell, the faster it would level and evolve. It took so little of my aether to cast, it was not a strain on me.

Callem’s grin widened. “Our other three instructors have arrived. This is Selina, and she will be the spellcraft and herbalism instructor.” The woman appeared middle-aged, with rich, auburn hair and wizened brown eyes to match. 

I knew she was at least 200 years old by the date my cleanliness spell had been published, so she was aging well. She had a smile on her face as she scanned the room. Her eyes kept coming back to me, though. “Selina is an accomplished mage and researcher,” Callem intoned in a deep bass. I knew this was, in fact, Sana Velin in disguise. She was an archmage. She had authored my copy of the cleanliness spell.

She stood and bowed to us and then spoke in a soft and reassuring voice, “Thank you for welcoming us to your town. I hope to educate those of you with awakened aetheric cores to cast your magic efficiently.” And that was it. She sat down and was quiet. Callem appeared to have expected her to say more, too, but she didn’t, and he pressed on awkwardly.

“Sitting next to Selina is Elijah Habriel, the famed monster hunter.” A few students gasped, and Gareth elbowed me. “He will be teaching monster hunting.” The man looked to be in his late 50s with mostly white hair. He had a stubbly beard and was eating an apple, and was not at all focused. I did catch his eyes briefly, and he had the look of a man who had seen things that shouldn’t have been seen. He didn’t even stand to introduce himself and just munched on his apple. Callem looked a little perturbedhis instructor didn’t introduce himself but continued.

“Finally, we have Elora Cassior.” The woman he indicated was tall, even sitting. Callem had said she was a master of the staff. “Elora will be teaching reading/writing and dungeon delving.” Gareth elbowed me again. He was excited to get actual classes in dungeons and killing monsters. I was not as enthused. The woman was well-groomed and looked to be in her late 30s. But if she was a good dungeon-delver, she might have consumed some elixirs to extend her life. 

She stood and spoke clearly. “Thank you, Callem, for offering me this opportunity. I saw much potential today when you were under young Aelyn’s direction. I hope to bring that out in each one of you.” She smiled brightly and sat. She had this motherly quality about her. It was like she genuinely wanted us to succeed. 

Callem nodded in thanks to Elora. “Aldon, who was at dinner last night, will be teaching math and artificing. If you wish to take the artificing course, you need to speak to him personally. Now we will eat, and right after, you will select your classes!” Callem looked to be 20 years younger from his excitement. He was made for this. Hopefully, after we finished our first year of the academy, he would continue as the administrator in Hen’s Hollow. 

The food was brought out by the local woman—and Freya! I shouldn’t have been shocked to see her with her beaming smile. She had probably wrangled to get a few coins to come and help. She bee-lined with her tray of food for our table. 

“Good morning, Storme,” she said with glee. “Here is your food, and I will fetch the pitchers of cold water for you.” I messed her hair up as she passed by. I wondered where Monty was…I guessed he was in the kitchen getting meat scraps. It would be good to be able to see my younger sister every day, even if briefly. Unfortunately, she was not allowed to eat with us. She had to serve, clear, and do dishes. 

When the breakfast was complete, each of the instructors sat at a table to register students. A lot of the group didn’t have any choice as they were deemed insufficient in reading/writing, math, or history and had to take those courses during the first trimester. I made my way to Aldon’s table, and he smiled as I approached. “Storme! My niece Leda told me quite a bit about you! I look forward to teaching you the basics of enchanting and artificing!”  

He seemed like a nice teacher, and we talked for a good 10 minutes before Mia came up behind me. “Master Aldon,” she started, “As we discussed last night, I would like to partake in your class.” She produced some neatly folded wire figures and handed them to him. He inspected them for a very long time before nodding. He must have given her a test last night to join the class.

“Your manual dexterity is good, as is your projection of shapes. You can take my class.” Mia looked relieved and then smiled weakly at me. She was a year older than Mera and had a stout, fit body that was rough around the edges. Not unattractive but not beautiful either. I smiled back at her and went to Selina’s table next to register for spellcraft.

The woman had clearly been waiting for me. “Storme, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. Callem has spun quite the tale to get me here.” I looked around, worried that someone might overhear, but there was just silence. “Just an aspect of the privacy spell, Storme. It has a huge myriad of uses. It looks like there will be five other in the class with you. The blonde twins, Aelyn, Byron, and Gemma.” Aelyn was going to be in my spellcraft class? That was actually great news. She needed something better than the books I let her borrow and my poor instruction. 

I knew Byron and Gemma were cousins and a year older than me. Byron’s parents ran the flour mill, while Gemma’s parents operated the bakery. Their extended family was responsible for processing most of the wheat and corn that grew around town, as well as making ale, flour, and bread for export. They were very respected and good people. I thought the bread and ale they produced were quite average, but I would never voice that opinion aloud.

It took almost an hour for everyone to choose courses, and then we went to our first class. Mine was spellcraft. Selina introduced herself and pulled out six texts on aether core utilization. 

She said seriously, “Before you can proceed, you will need to learn and demonstrate all 23 aether core exercises.” So we spent the next two hours going over each exercise. I had somewhat mastered them, so it was boring for me, but I helped the twins. Both twins picked things up quickly. Aelyn helped Byron and Gemma. Selina helped everyone, and Selina even showed me some new approaches to the exercises. 

I was surprised to see Selina here, given that she is such a famous mage. What had Callem told her about me to bring her here? Hopefully, I would find out eventually. I already knew I was going to learn a lot from her over the next year, starting with this first class. She was patient and extremely knowledgeable. 

A bell sounded, and that meant we were off to lunch. Lunch was a lighter meal than breakfast, with a variety of soups and slices of bread. We had weapons training after lunch, so it made sense. I guessed dinner would be a large feast to replenish our calories. Once again, Freya served my table. She was cutting bread and cheese, and I complimented her on her fantastic job. A short bark from the kitchens confirmed Monty was getting fed there.

We made our way to the yard after lunch, and I liked not having to do dishes or cook. I could definitely get used to this life! Callem got everyone aligned and ran us through the stretching routine. The other instructors wandered among us, making corrections. When the stretching finished, Callem spoke, “You will be training with two weapons of your choice. One weapon will be your primary weapon, and the other your backup. You will spend four days a week on your primary and two days a week on your secondary. You can register your selected weapons with Aldon. He will not be teaching during this period. Selina had volunteered to teach daggers and short blades if anyone was interested. She may not be a master, but she is quite proficient and will not lead you wrong.”

I was definitely choosing the staff as my primary weapon. It would give me cross-over proficiency with a spear. For my second weapon, I was deciding between the saber or bow. I was good with both weapons, and having a long-range weapon would be useful. But then again, I would eventually have spells capable of long-range defense and attack. So, it made sense to choose the saber.

Callem was very excited that I chose the saber, as he would be able to continue my sword instruction. For the staff, I was going to be taught by Elora. Mera, Fera, and three other classmates also chose the staff as their primary weapon. It was a wise choice, as it was a versatile and inexpensive weapon. Gareth selected the broad sword and hand axe at Callem’s suggestion. Elijah was a very talented fighter, and Callem believed Gareth could learn a great deal from him.

I found myself once again working with the twins when we broke into our groups. It was fun, and they obviously had a lot of respect for what I was telling them. With six classmates in the group, we got to rotating partners, and Elora worked with each group. 

Most of what we were learning was footwork and staff forms, although Elora liked to call them katas. I knew them all already, but Elora made sure to show me what a true master was. We sparred in front of the group near the end of the period, and her speed was so ridiculous. I didn’t even see the staff, as it struck me multiple times. She was able to temper the power of the strikes, too. She later apologized. She said Callem said it was ok to go a little harder on me since I had my healing spell.

When the lesson finished, Callem brought everyone together and congratulated them on their first day. Everyone was to see me for healing before heading to the baths. This meant my staff training group got healed first and was racing off to the bathhouse in town. Just about everyone had some sort of injury, so my spell was getting a great workout. It still only took about 20 minutes to address everyone’s needs. 

With everyone off to the baths, I used my cleanliness spell. Callem approached me with Selina. “Storme, this is archmage Sana Velin.” I nodded as he had already told me. 

Sana smiled, maybe surprised I was not more impressed, “Always call me Selina. It was my husband’s nickname for me, and I don’t want my descendants to know I am back in Skyholme. You did brilliantly in the spellcraft class Storme. Callem said you had multiple spell affinities and an enlarged aether core.” I nodded in confirmation.

Callem had a small smile as he spoke. “Last time Selina snuck back to Skyholme, and we became friends.” His cheeks momentarily colored. “Well, Selina has a wealth of knowledge she can share with you, and I think you should spend time with her on your day off when you can. I know you have the Annuals tourney this first week, but after?”  

I nodded enthusiastically. Finally, I had someone to fill in all the holes in my magic knowledge. I thought I had done exceptionally well on my own to date, but I knew I needed help.

“Fantastic, Storme! I have two spells here,” she pulled two books from her satchel strapped over her shoulder. It must have been a dimensional storage device. Those were extremely expensive items. “You already have a copy of my cleanliness spell. These are the other two tier-one utility spells I teach all my apprentices. Master these three spells and their varied evolutions, and you will be better prepared to tackle any spell in the future.” 

She smiled as I took the spell books. Protecting Oneself from Prying Ears and Eyes, The Comprehensive Handbook for the Privacy Spell by Sana Velin. Introduction to Wards and Glyphs, The All Around Guide to the Arcane Lock Spell.

“I didn’t write the second, but it is by far one of the most useful spells you can learn. The evolutions of aetheric sphere spells are so versatile! I look forward to working with you on the spells, but for now, I know you want to focus on the upcoming Annuals,” she smiled happily, and I could see the age and wisdom in her eyes. 

I had just received two basic spells for free from one of the most renowned mages in Skyholme history.  If I had a choice, I would drop out of the tournament in a second and focus on my spellcraft. But of course, I had too many people counting on me, so I had to follow through.

I spoke with Selina alone and reviewed the obstacles I faced in my spell imprinting, and she offered some suggestions. Her true expertise was in creating a framework for spell evolutions. I had already experienced not being prepared when I reached an evolution. Over the next year, she would teach me everything she knew about this aspect of spellcraft.

The students trickled back from the baths, with the twins returning first. Gareth raced back and found me. He informed me that he had caught a glimpse of all the girls in the baths and suggested that I should join the group next time. My response was a wisp of vanilla in his face, reminding him I had no need and such voyeurism was beneath me.

My artificing class with Mia and Aldon Aethon was next. He gave each of us two textbooks. We were starting with the basics. Learning materials and basics of prepping materials for enchanting. I was going to kiss Callem for bringing in Aldon. I had made so many mistakes in my foray into enchanting with the ice cream bucket. Just from this three-hour session, I was extremely confident I could make a far superior device. 

Mia, for her part, looked quite lost, and I think she was only taking this class because I was in it. Unfortunately, Aldon didn’t plan to have us do any enchanting for a few weeks. “Foundations,” he kept stressing, “you need to build on foundations!” I didn’t mind because I found artificing fascinating. Maybe after a year, I would know enough and build my own skyship!

As classes ended, we went to the dining hall to find a massive spread of food. I was amazed at how much they had prepared. The food was going fast with so many hungry teens. I went to the buffet table and loaded my plate, and sat down. I was quickly joined by Mia. I waited for her to speak. 

She didn’t have time as a boisterous Gareth sat down with the twins shortly after. All three had been in the dungeon delving class and were excited about their conversation. I half-tuned them out thinking maybe I should learn the privacy spell sooner rather than later.

Mia, in unfamiliar company, was surprisingly quiet the entire meal. I wanted to talk with her privately to find out why she was taking the enchanting class. Callem called everyone’s attention to the instructor’s table. For the next forty-five minutes, Callem read through Skyholme law in his deep voice. 

We needed to pass a simple written exam at the end of the school year. Just 50 questions that needed to be answered with written responses. Our town needed 80% of the students to pass to get funding for their academy next year. So, we made an effort to pay attention. Elora kept it interesting as she had examples, usually humorous in relation to the laws that Callem was reading that would help us recall necessary details.

Finally, the pain of listening to the law was over and we were released! Eight and a half hours was all we had till this started all over again! In my room, I lay on my bed, and Mera sat at the foot of it while Fera and Gareth were on his bed. I paid attention to the conversation briefly. 

Gareth advised the girls how to use their staff against various monsters he learned about in his morning class. Even though the twins tried to talk about their spellcraft class, Gareth muscled the conversation to weapons repeatedly as it was what he knew. I think he was a little jealous that they would have magic, and he wouldn’t. 

I tried to multitask as I studied portions of my lightning reflexes spell while participating in the conversation, but failed. I think the twins thought I was ignoring them, but I needed to make progresson my spell imprinting and I had so little free time now. We ended up getting just a few hours of sleep and groggily were awoken by Aelyn again.

There was some good news at breakfast. Apparently, Elora had pressured Callem into shortening everyinstruction blocks by 15 minutes except for the one-hour bathing period. This meant we would get back almost two hours in the evening. ‘We were not soldiers,’ I had heard her telling Callem when everyone was bathing later that day.

The days flew by, and it was my best week for magic in a very long time. My cleanliness spell hit level 11! I cleaned the twin’s clothes every night when I made a loop of their room. My evolution at level 11 was to increase the range away from my body from 18” to 36”. This made cleaning areas much quicker. It also meant I was just a few evolutions from being about to clean another person. Maybe Gareth would get his wish and never need to bathe again.

My mend flesh spell hit level 8. At level 7, I had selected the option to correct poor healing. This was a more advanced form of the remove-scar evolution. Injuries that healed improperly could now be corrected. 

I was still limited to soft tissue and couldn’t affect bone, mostly because this was a tier one spell and would require several evolutions to do so. I had another spell that could repair bone—if I ever got around to imprinting it. The best part of my new evolution was that it consumed a lot of aether. This meant I could use it to advance the spell faster if I practiced this aspect. Of course, I would be a good Samaritan and use this spell on anyone who needed it in town.

The dimensional closet hit level 8 as well. Instead of making coins at night, I just pulled shelves in and out of the space over and over. Using aether for a spell helped advance slowly. Gareth got irritated by the popping sound the shelves made when they disappeared, but I told him he could cover his earswith my pillow he never returned. 

By my rough math and guesses, I thought the space would be about 16’ in height, 19’ in depth, and 19’ in width if I didn’t add any more increases to its dimensional aspect. I would have to wait until my aether core matured to be sure, but I was going to evolve a different aspect of the dimensional space at level 11. 

I didn’t work on my alarm spell other than cast it on the barracks entrance every night. That would allow Gareth and I to be silently altered when Aelyn got here in the morning, and could prepare for her banging by covering our ears. And yes, I reclaimed my pillow after cleaning it with my spell.

Callem did make an effort to work with Gareth and me to help prepare for the Annuals. Thirty-two would be reduced to eight after this trip to the capital. Our classmates were so excited to see the capital, and all the instructors were coming as chaperones. My classmates were going to have a chance to go shopping. Gareth and I would not since we were in the tournament. 

Pascal and his circle of friends, as well as everyone else, were extremely supportive of us, though. There was not a lot of jealousy going around. I learned Gareth’s odds of winning the whole tourney were 9 to 1, the sixth-best odds of all 32 competitors. I gave Callem a platinum to bet on him for me. He agreed to do it. My odds were 144 to 1. And I was not going to bet on myself. If I could bow out gracefully somehow, I would.

When the day came, we all went to the skyship docked next to the barracks. Half the town was squeezing on board. It was going to be an epic event in the history of Hen’s Hollow. I also made sure to store away a half dozen staves for the occasion. As we lifted off from the port, I watched the land fade away beneath us, enthralled with the sight and feeling. I didn’t see Mia standing next to me.

We were alone, and she said, “Storme, can I ask a favor of you?”

I looked at her, and she looked extremely serious. Over the week in enchanting class, I got to know her, and she seemed normal enough. A good fighter with short blades in the yard and fitter than almost everyone else, not named Gareth or Storme. I said, “I will hear your request. but make no promises.”

She took a deep breath. “Can I join your dungeon delving team?”  God damn it, Gareth!!! Stop spreading rumors!!!