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- 30 (07/2007)
Cold rain was pelting the tall windows of the student lounge with a hypnotising beat. Minoas was sitting on the window's seat, reading his newspaper until lightning flashed outside. It spookily illuminated the chandeliers and the floor candlesticks, imprinting for a brief moment grim shadows on the walls. He set the paper on his laps and he looked outside. Stark, leafless trees were swaying wildly in the wind. The day only sunny and bright some minutes ago, was now dark and shadowed. The storm outside was raging and the icy wind stole through the cracks in the window. It snaked delicately around his skin, raising goosebumps. He picked the newspaper and stood up, deciding to search for a more cozy place to finish the article he was reading. He didn't have to go far. Just at the armchair facing the empty fireplace. He pointed an open palm at the dry wood piled neatly inside the fireplace and orange flames spread a golden, flickering gleam in the dark and moody room. Sweet warmth engulfed his body and after staring at the cracking fire for a while with glazed eyes, he resumed reading.
The European Oracle he had in his hands was mainly focusing on news about the wider wizardry community of Europe. The headlines were referring mostly to the European Quidditch Championship, the new school of magic opening in Montenegro and the scandal regarding the extramarital adventures of the Italian Minister of Magic. He read mostly the articles about the new school of magic and the upcoming Championship and just browsed through the eventful life of the Italian minister. His eyes caught a glimpse of the words 'New Zealand' and he skipped to the global news. It was a shock to find out that New Zealanders were going to vote for a new Minister of Magic. He just then realized for how long he was confined in his ivory tower. He had actually alienated himself from far more than just the current political situation of the country he had spend most part of his life. He had dismissed from his mind the main reason that had him enroll at Zardosh Academy.
Not exactly completely forgotten but more like disregarded. A feeling of uneasiness overwhelmed him as reminders resurfaced inside him. For almost a year now he was studying at the academy, earning knowledge which was once intended for a specific goal. The main reason he was studying Elemental Magic, as well as other advanced branches of magic, was in order to confront the Scitorari one day and get answers about his father's six years disappearance. This was his agenda at the beginning but as he was making new friends and started enjoying the after Hogwarts student life, he started postponing the research that would help him collect information about the Scitorari and more specifically, the sect call themselves the Elementalists. He tried to defend himself in his head. How he could possibly do that on his own? One against a whole organization that Merlin knew of how many members it consisted of. Minoas lowered his gaze on the floor, utterly ashamed for giving up his cause. He had broke his promise to himself and he had gave up on his own father.
His jaw clenched as he found his long, lost reason to be. He had to restart from somewhere. A clue, a rumor, just anything. He was about to turn the page when his grey eyes fell on something extremely peculiar but interesting. A thunder boomed outside the windows as he focused on a small article, not really promoted with the huge headlines like those of the minister's scandal. According to the less important article, an old alchemist named Ignacio Vovk was claiming that the recent, extreme meteorogical phenomenons around the world weren't exactly the natural disasters they looked like but calamities caused by malicious wizards and witches. The alchemist was openly accusing the Elementalists for the recent tsunamis in Indonesia, the earthquakes in Japan, the typhoons in the United States, even for the explosion of Bardarbunga volcano in Iceland. All part of a power display from the notorious organization. The ninety three years old alchemists didn't stop there. He suggested that the other sects of the Scitorari subgroups were also working on undercover projects, naming the creation of a big army of undeads, mind manipulation experiments and the invention of new, powerful potions. The article was concluding against the alchemist's allegations, directly doubting the elder's sources and even implying that the once standout alchemist had lost touch with reality.
Minoas lowered slightly the newspaper and his gaze lingered on the fireplace's flickering flames. He couldn't help but wonder what were up to those people. If the alchemist's claims were valid, why they were triggering natural disasters, creating armies of Inferius or searching for ways to manipulate the masses? It was so loud inside his head with so many questions that he hardly perceived the presence of someone else in the lounge. Sunday morning were really quiet around the academy's premises. Only a few students were staying there when most of them preferred to visit their families overseas. He glanced over his shoulder to see who had just entered the empty room.
The European Oracle he had in his hands was mainly focusing on news about the wider wizardry community of Europe. The headlines were referring mostly to the European Quidditch Championship, the new school of magic opening in Montenegro and the scandal regarding the extramarital adventures of the Italian Minister of Magic. He read mostly the articles about the new school of magic and the upcoming Championship and just browsed through the eventful life of the Italian minister. His eyes caught a glimpse of the words 'New Zealand' and he skipped to the global news. It was a shock to find out that New Zealanders were going to vote for a new Minister of Magic. He just then realized for how long he was confined in his ivory tower. He had actually alienated himself from far more than just the current political situation of the country he had spend most part of his life. He had dismissed from his mind the main reason that had him enroll at Zardosh Academy.
Not exactly completely forgotten but more like disregarded. A feeling of uneasiness overwhelmed him as reminders resurfaced inside him. For almost a year now he was studying at the academy, earning knowledge which was once intended for a specific goal. The main reason he was studying Elemental Magic, as well as other advanced branches of magic, was in order to confront the Scitorari one day and get answers about his father's six years disappearance. This was his agenda at the beginning but as he was making new friends and started enjoying the after Hogwarts student life, he started postponing the research that would help him collect information about the Scitorari and more specifically, the sect call themselves the Elementalists. He tried to defend himself in his head. How he could possibly do that on his own? One against a whole organization that Merlin knew of how many members it consisted of. Minoas lowered his gaze on the floor, utterly ashamed for giving up his cause. He had broke his promise to himself and he had gave up on his own father.
His jaw clenched as he found his long, lost reason to be. He had to restart from somewhere. A clue, a rumor, just anything. He was about to turn the page when his grey eyes fell on something extremely peculiar but interesting. A thunder boomed outside the windows as he focused on a small article, not really promoted with the huge headlines like those of the minister's scandal. According to the less important article, an old alchemist named Ignacio Vovk was claiming that the recent, extreme meteorogical phenomenons around the world weren't exactly the natural disasters they looked like but calamities caused by malicious wizards and witches. The alchemist was openly accusing the Elementalists for the recent tsunamis in Indonesia, the earthquakes in Japan, the typhoons in the United States, even for the explosion of Bardarbunga volcano in Iceland. All part of a power display from the notorious organization. The ninety three years old alchemists didn't stop there. He suggested that the other sects of the Scitorari subgroups were also working on undercover projects, naming the creation of a big army of undeads, mind manipulation experiments and the invention of new, powerful potions. The article was concluding against the alchemist's allegations, directly doubting the elder's sources and even implying that the once standout alchemist had lost touch with reality.
Minoas lowered slightly the newspaper and his gaze lingered on the fireplace's flickering flames. He couldn't help but wonder what were up to those people. If the alchemist's claims were valid, why they were triggering natural disasters, creating armies of Inferius or searching for ways to manipulate the masses? It was so loud inside his head with so many questions that he hardly perceived the presence of someone else in the lounge. Sunday morning were really quiet around the academy's premises. Only a few students were staying there when most of them preferred to visit their families overseas. He glanced over his shoulder to see who had just entered the empty room.