Magic School

My grandparents always said that the world had changed almost overnight when the first of them showed up. A man literally on fire with flames of emerald green leaping from his body. The first footage of it is still around, shown in history classes everywhere. My grandparents said that it was a start of a new era for them, where not less than a decade before that the world had been embroiled in all manner of small scale terrors, then suddenly it went mad when these ‘Channelers’ these Super-Men and Women began to show up on the scene. At first they were simple, easy to deal with as the people who gained their powers simply tried whatever they could, came up with whatever they could in order to make use of their new power. And grand though those powers were, they didn’t end up holding a candle to what a dedicated government could do when backed by its people.

It was a brutal, bloody time, my grandparents said, a short two years and the entire world was upside down. It was a time that upheaval and strife overtook the world. Weaker, less organized governments collapsed. Less ruthless ones too, unless backed by some of their own channelers. Soon the militaries of multiple countries across the globe were in a new race, to harness the new powers which had befallen mankind.

And then happened. One man, a Canadian professor of Electronic Engineering had a revelation when he’d gained his own powers. He could program them, teach them to literally encode energy with a process and carry out computations using the raw power. His understanding and actions changed everything. Soon this power which manifested wildly could be understood, tamed, regularized into specific patterns of use, and managed in ways which allowed benefits to the society beyond mere military application. And ways which allowed him to remake himself from the ground up, into a god even among the immerging powers.

That man’s name was Errol Dean. To all he became known as the Director, as he took it upon himself to find and organize other Channelers into a force which could transform the world.

No one saw him coming until too late.

Within those two years, he’d not only managed to create powers, or as he termed it a ‘Spell System’ which allowed him to challenge other channelers, but he’d created a small force of arms behind himself, humans who followed him, other Channelers who’d sprung up under his guidance. Two years and the man, a beloved teacher by all accounts, had become a warlord, sweeping across, first Canada, then into the USA right up the edge of South America, grabbing up and or killing off channelers where ever he went.

The military could do nothing against the powers which he displayed, and they only ever grew. Something which people all over the world were finding out about these ‘channelers’. Left alive, their powers simply continued to accrue; growing in some cases with leaps and bounds, while in others simply steadily. World travel ground almost to a halt as the various governments around the world found themselves stressed, many to the point of breaking. But the Director and his group, the largest and most successful group of channelers thus far, had already been busy, their focus less on warring with others as the powers which they consolidated and shared transformed their organization, but also allowed them to begin making use of their powers to push technical and engineering boundaries which soon developed into a wide spectrum of technologies which would manifest from their work, technologies which would allow them to restore order, feed their followers and exert control on the Channelers who either turned to criminal enterprises or outright conquest and oppression.

My grandparents often used to tell me, they wished that he’d gone further. The world would have been a safer place, they said, if the man who’d become the leader of the North American continent and savior to so many had allowed himself to be the ruthless conqueror whom many had claimed him.

The Heavenly Empire, The Iron Nations, and the Warmen would not threaten the world now if he had they’d say.

They may have been right. Eighty years later, after the first Channeler had appeared... there is little of the old world which has remained the same.

Instead he came here, and began an institution.
-Annette Antoniette ‘Teacher of technical Arts’: History of Channeling “2109



You’d had a funny dream.

Flying breathless as you felt something tingle upon the back of your neck. You weren’t accustomed to dreams that you could think of that you could experience and remember, and yet you could remember everything about it with a vividness which outmatched even the experience of the real world. You simply drifted with the tide of winds floating in a cosmos awash with alien beauty. Your eyes closed as you flowed through eternity, reaching out with your #̡͢͝҉͏̺̬͚̝̝̙̖̹̥̜͙͇̰̗̯̱͖#̸͎̫̭̤͢#̸̸̥̳̖͈̲̟̤̼̀͞͞#̳̣͕̦̙̫̝̖͇̪͕͍̻̤̣́͘͠͡ͅͅͅ#̀͏̶̧̙̣̺͇͔̞̹͎͢#̡̝̭͓̪̥̜̠̟̭̪́͡#͏̡͏̰̖̹̫̗̻͖̫̭̞ to touch a stream of starlight with gentle fingertips.

M͞͠͏̵͝i̶͢͡͞n̡̢̨è̸̢̢Y̷͟ó҉ư̕ŗ̡s̷̢̧

Yes, the sensations were your own. A weird thought to have about your sense of touch.

P̷̛̀̀͠u̵̕͡l̨̡͘l̸P͏͞u̧͘l͜҉l̴̀̀Ţ̡̧̕͠ơ͢͡u̴͞͡c҉̷͞h̶̛͢Ś̨͡t̛҉̕͜r̡͠ú̴͜͢m̴̢͠͠

You didn’t think about it, just obeyed, your fingertips touching the light as your #̡͢͝҉͏̺̬͚̝̝̙̖̹̥̜͙͇̰̗̯̱͖#̸͎̫̭̤͢#̸̸̥̳̖͈̲̟̤̼̀͞͞#̳̣͕̦̙̫̝̖͇̪͕͍̻̤̣́͘͠͡ͅͅͅ#̀͏̶̧̙̣̺͇͔̞̹͎͢#̡̝̭͓̪̥̜̠̟̭̪́͡#͏̡͏̰̖̹̫̗̻͖̫̭̞ stayed to a steady rhythmic motion.

U̡͝n̸͏̸͟l͏͜ǫ̶́͡c҉͏͘̕k̷̀B̶̧͢r̵̢͝e͢҉a͏̸̧͡k҉̕͟͝Ş̶͞ó͘͠ù́͝l̨L҉̧̨̨á̡u̡̢͟͞g̶̸̀͡h̷ţ̡͡e͟͞͠r̷̸̛͘͏Ỳ̨̕͜͜ơ̕͢u͠͏͏̸ŕ̢̧͝ş̷̨͜

Well... you guess if it’s yours you can let yourself break off a piece. You feel something inside of you move, like a dam suddenly released. Your sense of touch explodes with something beneath the surface, pins and needles running up and down the limb like madness.



You can do little more than accept what has begun, feelings flooding your body as you open your eyes, blood coursing though your veins as your heart beat like a snare drum. You pull your body up into a sitting position as you stare out into the distance.

What was that?

Was it?

You’d been warned, memories bubbling to the surface as you remembered, everyone of them spoke of this, of this Moment where they remembered the dream. Of this breaking inside of them that gave them something new. Something strong being born inside.

You reached out, and without touching anything you pushed.

Something fell over.

...

You were one of them. You were a Channeler, a Mage. Power boiling at your fingertips as suddenly your life was now turned upside down. They would be coming. To take you in. No channeler could use their power within city limits without them figuring it out.

They ran everything. Kept everyone safe.

So quietly you waited power flooding about you as you reached out clumsily and tried to practice.

Until the Enforcers showed up, to take you to School.



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Ok so here’s the deal, this is a School quest