Chapter 5: Chapter 5: A Spark in the Crowd
The air crackled with anticipation as the final contestant of the strength challenge strained and huffed, finally managing to lift the log a few inches off the ground. The crowd erupted in cheers, but my attention remained fixed on the group of nobles in the corner. The tall, gaunt man – the one with the faint magical aura – remained impassive, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd.
My heart pounded a frantic rhythm in my chest. Could he sense me staring? Was it foolish to hope that a powerful mage like him would even acknowledge a lowly farm boy? Suddenly, our eyes met. His gaze was piercing, like a hawk surveying its prey. A thrill shot through me, both exhilarating and terrifying. Then, just as quickly, his gaze shifted away, leaving me with a confusing mix of disappointment and relief.
The rest of the festival unfolded in a flurry of activity. The archery contest saw Anya excel, her arrows hitting the bull's eye with unnerving precision. The foot race, however, was a different story. My endurance, honed from years of working in the fields, came in handy, and I managed to snag a respectable third place.
As the afternoon bled into evening, the mood shifted towards celebration. Bonfires were lit, casting flickering shadows on the jubilant crowd. Laughter and music filled the air as villagers danced and feasted on roasted meats and fresh bread.
Anya and I joined the revelry, our bodies aching pleasantly from the day's exertions. But amidst the festivities, my gaze kept straying towards the group of nobles, hoping to catch another glimpse of the mage. Finally, with the excuse of needing a drink, I slipped away from Anya and made my way towards them.
They stood near an elaborately decorated tent, their conversation hushed and serious. As I approached, a guard clad in gleaming silver armor barred my way.
"This area is reserved for guests of honor only," he said in a gruff voice.
Disappointment flooded me. How could I talk to the mage if I couldn't even get close to him? Suddenly, a voice filled the air, calm and authoritative. "Let him pass, Garron."
The guard straightened, his face etched with surprise. I peeked around his imposing form to see the mage looking down at me, a faint curiosity in his eyes.
"Tell me, boy," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, "what brings you here?"
My mind went blank. Here was my chance, yet the words seemed to catch in my throat. "I… I wanted to ask about magic," I stammered finally.
A ghost of a smile played on the mage's lips. "An ambitious question for a farm boy," he said. "Why do you ask?"
Taking a deep breath, I blurted out the story of the blue light after I woke up, the encounter with the crimson leaf, and my desperate desire to understand my own potential magical abilities.
The mage listened patiently, his expression unreadable. When I finished, he looked at me for a long moment, his eyes holding a depth of knowledge I couldn't fathom.
"There is magic within you, boy," he said finally, his voice low and rumbling. "A spark, hidden but potent. But magic is not a toy. It requires training, discipline, and a strong will."
Hope bloomed in my chest. This was what I had been waiting for – a confirmation of my potential, a glimmer of guidance.
"Can you teach me?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mixture of eagerness and fear.
The mage considered my question for a moment, then shook his head. "Not here, not now," he said. "My journey takes me elsewhere. But," he continued, a hint of a smile gracing his lips, "there are whispers on the wind of a hidden academy, a place where those with the spark can learn to control their abilities."
My eyes widened. "An academy? Where?"
The mage leaned closer, his voice barely a whisper. "Far to the north, in the shadow of the Dragontooth Mountains. But beware, boy, the path to magic is fraught with danger. Are you willing to take the risk?"
The weight of his question settled on me like a physical force. Leaving everything I knew behind, venturing into the unknown - it was a daunting prospect. But the yearning for knowledge, the burning desire to unlock my magical potential, was stronger than my fear.
I looked into the mage's eyes, steeling my resolve. "Yes," I said, my voice firm. "I am willing."
A slow smile spread across the mage's face. In that moment, under the flickering light of the bonfire, my life irrevocably changed.
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